The Andrew County Republican. [volume] (Savannah, Mo.) 1871-1876, 1875-03-19

TrandcSt RANCE Of mountains on the
continent. With thoughts full of emo
ton, we gazc away in the vast distance
at the receding lines of hill. tn" valleys,
and the mountain peaks. we have pass
ed in our journey. We feel the cool
mountain breeze on our checks, but it
brings no aroma of life or vegetation
with its cooling current. We feel and
know that the same sky which hangs SO
warm and blue over the smiling valleys,
looks down upon us now but how
changed the aspect. thin, gray, and
cold. it appears, and so clear that we al
most expect to see the stars looking
down through the gIittering sunbeamS.
We do not seem To be ON the mountain
height for the expanse seems but i
once lovely plain, now archcd and bro
ken into ugly, rcpulsive hollows and
deSolatc knobs.
Here, If Il spring should arise from
this sagc-bush knoll, its waters woui!
divide and the different portions event
uallv mingle with the two oceans which
wash the opposite sides of the conti-
nent.
The track is very crooked, and re-
minds one of "Saxe'S ride upon the
rail" With last look at this dreary,
desolate picture, we speed rapidly down
grade to Rock Springs. From this
point to Green river, the scenery be-
comes more wild and impressive. The
rocks rise higher, the gorge narrowing
until the hills seem to hang over the
narrow valley with their irowing battle
ments. Through this gorge we rattle
on for fourteen miles. when We turn to
the northward and stop ut
GREEN RIVER STATION.
This is regular eating station. We
reach it about 4 O'Clock p. m., on the
18th. While the hungry ones are est
inc, we stroll around and look ut some
of the curiosities OF this wild country.
We sec some rich specimens of gold
and silver ore, huge pieces of petrilied
wood. moss agatcs by the bushels,
brought from the surrounding hills, and
here with other curiositics too numerous
to mention, we see several Of that pc
culiar class of the genus homo called by
Bret lIartc. the heather Chince, with
their hair braided in long pig tails"
| hanging down their backs. The con-
ductor's ''all aboard is heard, and We
take place i'll the car and are soon speed
! inc toward the setti ING sun.
! After crossing Green river on a fine
bridge, the cars pass along through
! heavy cuts, almost over the river in pla-
ces, affordng fine view of the irown-
I ing cliffs on the opposite side. We leave
! the river, pass through drcary barren
waste, bidding adieu to Bryan and the
, lonely grave on the hillside, leaving be-
hind us numerous objects of interest,
which weary our eyes in behOlding, un-
| til night, 1.-THE sable goddess" spreads
! her dark mantle about us and we lie
down once more and sink into Il quiet
| slumber, as the cars rattle through ra-
vines and gorgeS, across bridges and
over mountains, until we aroused by 4
fellow passenger and bade look out of
! the window. we did so and saw that we
were entering the Narows OF Weber
Canyon, through which the road is cut
! for two miles, most of the way III the
side of the steep mountain that drops
| its base in the rivers bed, and rearS its
! snow-cappcd head far above us on the
right, Shortly after entering the Mar
rows the ''One thousand mile tree" is
passed, bearing on its trunk, a sign
board, that tells the western bound
traveller that he has passed over 1000
miles of railway from Omaha. We are
now amid some of the grandest, widest,
scenes on the continent, rushing swiftly
along. we lose sight of massive piles of
rock, to behold others more grand and
of different shapes and huge proper
tiOns. Now we shoot across the river,
and dart through a tunnel $50 feet long,
cut in solid rock, with heavy cuts and
fills ut either entrance. Pausing for Il
few minutes ut Weber station, when we
are again dashing madly through the
valley, between towering mountains,
the valley now lost in the narrow glOo-
nv gorge, when suddenly the whistle
shrieks the password as we approach
DEVILS GATE STATION,
twelve miles from Weber. Soon after
leaving the station, the brink of the tor
rent is neared and the wild scenery of
the Devils Gate is before US. Onward
tolls the long train across the bridge,
fiftv feet above the seething cauldron OF
waters, while massive trowning rocks
rear their crests far up toward the black
and threatening clouds, which hover
over this witches cauldron. With bated
breath we gaze on this wild scene and
vainly try to analyze our feelings, in
which awe, wonder aud admiration are
blended. No time for thought, as tc
how, or when, this mighty work was ac-
complished, no time nor inclination tO
compare the work of nature with the
punv work beneath us. but onward
with quickening speed. down the right
hand bank of the stream; on between
these massive piles, worn and scanned