An artist's color rendering of a man riding a wagon cart pulled by two burros. Written on back of postcard: "The burro is a hardy, homely, pathetic, yet ludicrous little chap, an interesting bit in the colorful drama of the west. The burro and pack train are inseparably linked with the West's early history, especially with the prospector and mining." The postcard is titled "Blazing the Trail to Hoover Dam, Near Las Vegas, Nevada."
Color image of Arrowhead Trails in Nevada. Written on back of postcard: "The great Southwestern deserts are strange and colorful regions, nothing like them elsewhere on the face of the globe, places of rare beauty--that overwhelm, fascinate and intrigue--and bring health and contentment beyond reckoning. The postcard is titled "The Desert from Arrowhead Trail, Nevada."
An artist's color rendering of a wild burro looking out to the Nevada desert. Written on back of postcard: "The burro is one of the pioneer characters of the old West. Though burro pack outfits are still to be seen on the desert, the day of the burro is passing, along with the gunman, the cowboy and Indian, and other historic features of by-gone days. Like the Indians, he may still be seen, a figure from the romantic past. With his echoing bray, his hardihood, his sleepy good nature and homely appearance, he is an extremely interesting local character." Postcard is titled "'A Native Son of Southern Nevada,"
An artist's color rendering of a desert scene in Nevada. Written on back of postcard: "The wind driven sand add only to the great loneliness and desolation of the desert, but whether in storm or sunset, moonrise or glaring sunlight of the mid-day, the ever changing desert has a fascination for all." Postcard is titled "The Desert in Southern Nevada, near Las Vegas."
Color image of "An Old Prospector on the desert, Southern Nevada," as written on the front of the postcard. Printed on the back of the postcard: "The old prospector and his burros are inseparably linked with the West's early history. These little fellows carry him over precipitous trails, where other transportation fails; he thrives and multiplies where other 'critters' starve, and whoever hears his musical bray echoing in the morning, appreciates the aptness of his sobriquet. 'Desert Nightingale.'"
Jim Wilson, his sons, and Walter Bracken at Sandstone ranch. Seated: James B. Wilson, Standing from left to right: Jim Wilson, unknown, Walter Bracken, and Tweed Wilson.
Four generations of the Squires women. From left to right: Delphine Squires (seated), Florence Squires Boyer (standing), Alice Boyer (seated), Grandma (seated).