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

luck-this transmitting the dross of coarser
humanity into the finer gold that approx
mates divinity-but it is only Opportunity
coupled with Pluck.
As it is with men so it is with the
birth and development of cities.
When the first log house, with its sod roof
and environment of picket fence as protec-
ton against hostile Indians, was fashioned
by the hand of Goodyier down by the rapid
rolling Weber, it was ordained by the genii
that presides over the destinies of men and
their handiwork, that somewhere in the
matrix of the future great city should
grow up around the old mans palisaded
home where wealth should bless the hand
of toll and put into its easy reach the exalt-
ing influences of the divine arts that are
found in books, and in painting, and in
song.
Itwas fortunate for Ogden that the sturdy
husbandman gave his attention TO the sur
rounding arabic lands, and broke with pa
tient hand the stubborn glebe for the cul-
tivation of fruits and larger products of
the farm In this way the countryside
outgrew the town, and gave its trades
people a guaranty of support.
So passed the months of Ogden's
adolesceuse-made contented by the toll,
and hardship, and self denial of the early
pioneer.
Thus matters rested until two engines,
enc from the east and the other from the
west, rolling along the iron rails that were
TO chain two great oceans together, came
down into this valley, bringing with them
additional wealth and population-the earn
est of more prosperous times. And this is
what the engines said as they stood face to
face, with the little village of Ogden as
sole listener:
Sad the engine from the west:
I am from Sierra crest;
And if attitudes test,
Why, 1 reckon, it's confessed,
That I've done my level best.
Sale the engine from the east:
They who work best talk the least.
S'pose you whistle down your brakes;
What you've done is no great shakes
Pretty Air-but let our meeting
Be different kind of greeting.
Let these folks with champagne stuffing
Not their engines, do the putting.
Listen! where Atlantic beats
Shores of snow and summer heats;
Where the Indian autumn skies
Paint the woods with wampum dyes,
Ihave chased the flying sun,
Seeing all he looked upon,
Blessing all that he has blest,
Nursing in my iron breast
All his vivifying heat,
All his clouds about my crest;
And before my flying feet
Every shadow must retreat.
Said the western engine, 'Phewn
And long, low whistle blew.
Come now really that's the oldest
Talk for one so very modest
You brag of your East! You do?
Why, bring the East to yOW
All the Orient all Cathay,
Find through me the shortest way,
And the sun you follow here
Rises in my hemisphere!
Really.-if one must be rude
Length, my friend amt longitude
Said the Union, Don't reflect, or
III run over some director.
Said the Central, I'm Pacific
But. when riled, I'm quite terrific.
Yet to-day we shall not quarrel
Inst To show these folks this moral,
How two Engines-in their vision
: Once have met without collision,
That is what the Engines said,
Unreported and unread;
Spoken slightly through the nose,
With a whistle at the close"
But the transmutation began when the
New Years sun Of 1889. peeping over the
crested hei GIFTS of the Wasatch with face
all wrinkled in smiles, and said "Good
Morning; wish you all Happy New