All things being now ready, stowed the uneasy dictionary where it would lie as quiet as possible, and placed the water-canteen and pistols where we could find them in the dark. And finally we rolled ourselves up like silkworms, each person in his own blanket, and sank peacefully to sleep. Youth loves that sort of thing, despite its inconvenience. And every morning brought new scenery, new phases of frontier life, including, at last, what was to them the strangest phase of all, Mormonism. An obliging official made it his business to show them the city and the life there, the result of which would be those amusing chapters in 'Roughing It' by and by.
Nothing helps scenery like ham and eggs.
It is what all the ages have struggled for. But one must read all the story of that long-ago trip. It was a trip so well worth taking, so well worth recording, so well worth reading and rereading to-day. We can only read of it now. The Overland stage long ago made its last trip, and will not start any more.