The Salt Lake herald. [volume] (Salt Lake City [Utah]) 1870-1909, 1889-12-25

go up and down the cannon
road who little dream of the charming
nook not over a quarter of a mile away,
where beautiful waterfall leaps a preci-
pice of at least sixty feet in height, in full
lview from a glade completely uncovered
in foliage. In olden times it was known by
the euphonious title of Jump off Canon,
among the wood-choppers, who took out
immense timbers there and in great
measure robbed the glen of its primeval
beauty. But this was twenty years ago;
since then new growth Of young pine and
tangled masses of maple, birch and cherry
have almost choked up the path above the
falls. From the main caflon to the foot of
the waterfall an excellent road has been
constructed leading through delicious Wis
tas of glowing foliage, lush with the vigor
that the stream supports, and tangled-up
flowers and rich grasses the whole season
through. Amid these woods winding paths
have been drawn, leading to shady
places among messy banks and half
buried rocks, within hearing distance of the
stream as it ripples on in a companionable
way. In the glen the owners have
erected summer residences, opened up
bowers of greenery and in other ways have
beautiied the spot. Towering high above
the falls are the Cathedral Spires, which
have been hkeneG to the Yosemite in their
| CONFORMATION. We have seen them in sun
shine and in storm, in broad daylight and
| in the night when the full moon broke
through driving clouds to reveal herself
balanced on the top of the highest spire.
They are always beautiful, always males
tic" Quarry Glen is but nine miles from
Salt Lake city.
Leaving this spot with considerable re-
luctance, we keep on. The grade is easy,
though there is a perceptible ascent, as
must naturally be the case, when we re-
member that the object of building the
road was to
SCALE THE SUMMIT
of the range of mountains intervening be-
tween Salt Lake and Park City and the
region beyond. The canon increases in
grandeur as we follow the old wagon trail,
until about one mile west of Hardy's station
the track leaves the bed of the ca1on and
commences the ascent of the mountain side
And how quickly the transformation takes
place. The canon walls on the north,
which erstwhile were towering high above
the train, now seem to sink into insight
ficance. Slowly, carefully, but yet with
considerable exertion, the ascent goes on,
and in few minutes the train and its load
of human freight which, but a short time
before was running along at the base of
the limestone cliffs is now level with the
highest of them, while away in the dis
lance to the north is seen higher mounts |
covered with snow that seldom leaves their
submits. On the day in question |
they were clothed in their robes of |
purity, and nothing was ever whiter-not |
even a bush, cedar, a pine, or Jagged |
rock protruding from their sides, which |
were as smooth as though formed OF the |
purest marble. Away, down, down the |
creek, which, but few seconds before we
had heard rushing noisily along, is now no |
longer audible. and has been transformed |
into
A TINY THREAD OF SILVER,
coursing in and out among the trees, will
lows and brush that fringe each side and
afford shady hooks in which the angler
may pleasantly while away few hours.
Winding around to the.right, the train is
soon on the fields to the south of Hardy's
and the canon has been left, for a time at
least, but most beautiful view still re-
mains. To the left are the golden wheat
fields and to the right numerous defiles in
the mountains side show where beauti-
full summer residences may be made
secure from winds or sun, and surrounded
by luxuriant foliage. In the winter, the
snow lies thick there, covering the rugged
sides of the mountains, but this does not
destroy the beauty or aJtractiveness of the
scene-rather is it more weirdly, wildly
picturesque. Only short time ago we
were among tie dust in the canon bed
now we are in the region where the snow
is piled deep-stored away to feed the tiny
rivulets and other watercourses that
trickle adown the mountain side to Join the
rushing river below; thence on to the dry
fields in the valley, where the precious
fluid imparts new life to the thirsty vege-
tation and secures the horny-handed
a reward for labor expended. The
scene at this point is grand
one, but we cannot afford to spend
LluCu I4HlC lCICi duu OLS ITdlu
bears US onward in the direction of Lambs
rugged, narrow defle in the
side, which has yielded up so
much treasure in the past at the solicita-
ton of the axe of the lumberman, and
which still continues to contribute its
quota. The caflon is narrow and steep,
and the immense logs are "snaked"
through its tortuous road to the bottom.
where they are transformed into lumber
In days gone by, Lambs canon was an
ALMOST IMPENETRABLE JUNGLE.
The lumbermen, however, have left but
little of its original beauty remaining, and
the sturdy trees Of gigantic proportions
have, in great measure, been replaced by
willows and saplings. 1t is still, however,
a delightful retreat The train winds on,
past the old Halfway house and soon
comes to a halt at the back-switch in the
canon, and here another view of surpas-
sing loneliness is to be had, SINH
lar to those already described. but
more wildly grand, if such a
thing be possible. a delay of few
and the ascent of the summit is
continued. One need not be appraised of
the fact by the conductor or any friend
who happens to be along; the air grows
cooler and the high mountains to the rear
sinking to the level of the
train. Away down, winds the old stage
coach road, which has been kept in sight
almost the entire distance. 1t is now lost,
however as the train swings to the RIGHT