The Salt Lake herald. [volume] (Salt Lake City [Utah]) 1870-1909, 1886-06-27

The island Is called. This portion OF the
west shore OF Antelope astonished me
with its grandeur. did not dream Of
anything like il there. The massive
iron-grey cliff. jagged end rent, aud
twisted in among its coptortsd strata
hugh coils OF = different wnitish rock,
al hanging thresteninglg over. the deep
green water. q Was superb. have
never seen finer piece Of coast. After
That came rugged point with bsy sitter
bay, and spurs Of needle rock. Near Is
We dared for safety. We ran our boat
along this dangerous shore: past wicked
looking stacks. cubes, mounds. old mo-
lars of rock. fantastic forms innumeT-
able. while the stentorian tones Of the
boa bmate aEoke the echoes among the
black-purnt tops Of the witch cliffs.
Several years ago. i rode along this part
Of the shore In the month OF August
rnen the rocks and brush were covered
thick with vail of cobweos; the big fat
spiders made the beach place TO be
avoided. Whoever wishes to see the
beauties Of this coast, must see it from
y boat. and in the months II spring or
early summer. While We were kept
busy with the sights TO Andvard. there
was an effect Of light and color in the
west not 70 be seen anywhere else on
the continent. The lake was green. yet
such an indescribable green: beneath
that scorching sun. and playing all over
its vast surface were pickering flame
like wavelets of pale blue. Islands and
mountains were violet and rose, the
more distant eat away in white flames
OF nuis p.
One thing only was wanting 70 make
our experieS,e a complete success, and
that was
ONE or THOSE PEERLESS SUNSETS,
for which our lake is becoming 50 eel
brated. aud such q one it was our for
tune now to see. Kind reader, this is
not device to make = grand finale to
our tr;p. Other eyes than ours must
have looked upon this Respondent
spectaeie-ihe sunset Of Thursday. June
18th. The peaked islands along the far
horizon seemed the outermost edge OF
earth resting on q sea Of gold. The
winds were hushed. only the soft lap
ping o. the slow heave against the
boats side. The hanging nimbus look
ed like dropping tresses of blood.
When the sun touched the verge, IL was
ike looking iato vast furnace Of liv-
ing fame. Hats of, messmates 2 hats
of! Reverence to the great orb; the
sus.ainer of light and life. whose beams
transmit life and Joy from age to age.
and in whose Withdrawal would be the
eternal apathy Ct death.
IL was quite dusk when . spanking
breeze came up from the southwest.
Shall we have one more night on the
lake7 All agreed; the bowsprit of.the
Cambria pointing to Garfield, was
changed TO Lake Side; q good tventy
miles run was before u.s. Day dawn
found US becalmed several miles from
our goal. With Q Whit o. wind we
crept nearer. From the meadows
where the cattle were feeding. came the
soft flute notes of the meadow LARK
We had Just begun to grow impatient.
and cast longing glasees toward the
shore. when a brisk bTeeze suddenly
made taut the i6le sails Our Captain
sprang to the tiller; the water began to
feather gently from our bows. and then
form . curling line in or wake. A few
moments OF lively sailing suhced to
place us along side the rickety old pier
and The Cruise of.the Cambria was a
an end .Ut
ALFRED IAnRorRgx