The Plymouth weekly Democrat. (Plymouth, Ind.) 1860-1869, 1869-07-01

magical. 1t seemed as if there were a
hundred voices answering mine
Hawks fly across from cliff to cliff, and
their noisy screeches may be heard
echoing along its rocky sides. | SAW
scenery here aud in Weber Canon.
just east of Ogden, Which equaled, if
it did not excel anything which I had
seen at Green River, or which saw on
the Central Pacific, over the Sierra
Nevada Mountains, and which I shall
speak of in a future paper. Tho rocks
are all red sandstone, and this, in con-
trast with the green grass that borders
each side of the creek, gives the can
Oh beautiful appearance. The old
California emiyrant road enters the
canon five miles west of where the
railroad enters it, and runs on the
north side of the creek and canyon,
the railroad is on the south side
Both are within a stones throw of
each other the whole distance. On
entering the canyon the road runs
down zie-zag. | should think the en-.
gineers Of the road had attempted to
make the whole alphabet in getting to
the bottom. There is a difference of
$50 feet between Echo Summit-the
place where the road enters-and Echo
Greek at the bottom Of the canon.
The road runs along the edge of the
cliffs 2 miles in reaching the creek.
making the grade 400 feet to the mile.
The company have as yet only tenn
porary track, but had men at work on
the permanent route, one mile north
In descending VIC make the first stack :"
then switch off and back down, then
"heed foremost again, first forward
then back. until We reach the bottom,
making two complete zz. Seven miles
west we strike the permanent grade
again. This will be much better as it
will be a gradual grade from the sum-
nit to the creek, but in grading it the
company were obliged to make two
tunnels and do large amount of
blasting, and as they were anxious to
get to Ogden and Monument Point
before the Central, thus giving them
larger subsidies from the government,
and more of them, they built the
aforesaid temporary track. Before
we reached the bottom [ wished that
temporarys had beer well somewhere
crsc, for on our last " tack" down, the
brakesmon failed to put on their brakes
and, as a Yankee would say, we went
down IA fukin'.' To look at our en-
giue one would think it was on big
drunk, first darting one way, then
back, then shooting off on another tam
gent, through rock cuttings aDd over
pIecipices, the car wheels rafting all
the time, horribly suggestive Of not the
most pleasant ideas. 1t was enough to
make each particular hair stand on
end. Finally we reached the bottom
safe and sound. IL a Life Assurance
company were to establish itself at the
top of the grade they would DO thriv-
ing business.
As we struck the perman cnt grade,
hundreds Ct Cinnamon could be seen
blasting the rocks to our right, high
above our heads. As VIC go up the
steep canon the cliffs become higher,
and the scenery more grand. The
cliffs are so high that standing on the
platform Of the hindmost car you have
to look straight Up, and you nearly
break your neck in trying to see the
tops, the great cliffs lrown down upon
the road as if to devour it, and as the
road rapidly disappears from under
your feet. the road looks like a snake
dragging its slow length along, and the
whistle Of cur locomotive is echoed and
re echoed along the cliffs until you
would think there were q hundred en-
gines in the canon. At the bottom
of the canon We stopped and hitched
on 33 fiat cars loaded with ties, iron
ald telegraph poles, bound for the
front beyond Corinne, Utah. All along
the canon we saw dozens of teams haul
ing and distributing telegraph poles,
and dozens of mashed up flats which
had gone over the grades. The maj or
ity of the workmcn were packing up
ready to move to the front again al
though hundreds yet remained to bal
last the track and put it in good order
We arrived at Echo city 81 miles
west of Wahsatch at IL 4. N. Friday
Ten miles east of Echo city yon see the
old Normon Fortificatious built on the