The Salt Lake herald. [volume] (Salt Lake City [Utah]) 1870-1909, 1894-09-16

At his urgent invitation we adjourned
to his crude log cabin, consisting of
three apartments, where we passed the
night. We spread our wet blankets on
the kitchen floor by cosy fire spark
ling and cracking in an old-fashioned
fire place, and retired for the night.
AS we were all doing six in a row,
suddenly there came a strange noise
from the adjoining room. Mr.. Folker
suggested that there were pigs in the
parlor, and his conjecture proved to be
true They were making an awful
fuss. Our host finally came out and
technically explained that they were
Ifour-toed animals, belonging to the
family of ungulates Suffice it to say
novation and finally waited to the
shores of dreamIand by this charming
music. The next day we passed over
the repulsive roads of Montpelier
canyon, where a misfortune occurred,
the consequences of which might have
been extremely serious, but happily
were not. The long line was thrown
violently at the leadership. McGinty
again protesting = over DANGEROUS
passes, and when they were going at
fast gallop around curve, our
wagon dashed over an embankment of
ten feet high, strewing its contents,
including the passengers, in very dis
orderly manner. We all cleared the
bows, excepting one who seemed to be
Isparring for wind as he lay securely
fastened under the wagon box, the
hind wheel revolving rapidly above
him. He was instantly released by the
more fortunate of the wrecked. who
looked pale and were shivering
violently, afterwards congratulating
themselves in finding no limbs broken
Tor lives destroyed, when Mr.. Harnish,
who drove the frantic horses, again
hollered, Three cheers for. the white
horn bullr'
Returning home from Montpelier
along the western shore of the lake,
we passed through Paris, Fish Haven,
st. Charles and Garden City, all situat-
led along the lake, entering Logan
canyon small distance from the latter
town after a long strong pull UP the
eastern slope of a mammoth ridge.
To tourists fond of mountain scenery,
they could visit but few places on
earth that would surpass the scenery
of this canyon in points of beauty and
grandeur. The world-renowned canyons
of Colorado with their murmuring
cascades, present but few features of
scenic grandeur that outstrips this.
It presents with it's varied formations,
a rich field for observation to the poet,
painter and geologist. In drive
lHIOuSii ills CdllyOil Tie eye never
grows tired of the ever varying forma-
tons covered with a luxuriant and
vigorous vegetation of varied char
acter, with shades of yellow mingling
with the green. Numerous vertical
lodges of solid rock projecting against
the sky, looking down from their lofty
heights among the clouds, seem as if
they were ordained to keep the silent
watches. Logan river flows at the
bottom of this canyon, taking it's source
in numerous springs way back in the
mountains, that come forth laughing
and singing their eternal strains as
they unite and swell into a sparkling
and surging volume of the purest
water on earth. The distance through
this canyon is forty miles. opening in
to the beautiful valley of Cache. From
Logan to Ogden via Collinston no
scenery of any striking interest oc-
ours.
After a two weeks absence among
the silent and rugged mountains,
practically isolated from society, it
seems good to return to civilization
among the busy marts of commerce, to
resume again the arduous struggle for
existence. ELIJAH FAIR.