The Salt Lake herald. [volume] (Salt Lake City [Utah]) 1870-1909, 1904-05-08

Mendoza Argentina. April Is
tHfHEN the summit OF the Andes was
w finally reached. after the long
climb By train, c0acn and mule
back. and the gIories Of this wonderful
range were in fun view, the appropri-
ateness Of what the cowboy said when
BE first saw the mountains comes for
chilly 10 mind. The rough fellow was a
man OF deep feeling but few words.
AS his eyes took I'm the spectacle, ana
its grandeur grew upon him, his spirit
OF appreciation arose, until. no longer
able to contain himself. he lung his
wide brimmed hat high i'm the air and
enthusiastically shouted: "Hurrah for
God. This tribute OF the honest plains
man, although very brief and simple
IS more eloquent with feeling than
whole chapters of description.
The Andes have no trees upon them
at this point and the members OF d
party were discussing the probable
cause Of the absence of life of this kind.
The small daughter OF a gentleman in
the crowd offered a solution of the
problem by suggesting that maybe God
forgot them" AfterWard she wondered
g. He was sorry when He found it out.
Glorious Southern Sunrise.
The first night going from Santiago
70 Argentina, the traveller over the An
des sleeps in a corrugated iron shed
SO high up the trail that he does not
need any ice for his tea. To say that
he sleeps here the first night is mis-
leading-he only stays a few hours. II
hardly seems he has. had time TO warm
his blankets before his guides are after
Fim. The start is made in the dark,
and at a pace that is thrilling. AS his
mule gallOps wildly around the edges
OF dizzy preCipices, he shudders from
other causes than the cold But the
sunrise is his rec0mpense. 1t all hap
pens as quickly as the opening Of a
JaCk-in-the- box. Long. slender arms
of light reach up and tear the robe Of
night into shreds; the SUBMITS flash
white: the mist rolls out Of the canOns;
and there, In an their miles OF splendOr
downward. upward, and outward
stand the mountains ia unveiled glory.
with the sun scrambliug hastily over
their crest. then soaring into the sky.
The whole thing is over in an instant.
No mechanism could move so swiftly
so uOiselessly, and so effectively. Sure
ly the works of the Creator sTc a praise
10 His name.
AS soon as the traveller has time to
rub the sleep from his surprised eyes
JIG linus q tltDSL amazing View elLaall
out before him High over head the
trail winds into the clouds, while be-
low Do wiggles away in twenty huge
serpeutine coils. The craft of no paint
or on earth could reproduce the dazz-
ling effects. Hung on the gray of the
slopes are slender ribbons of melted
snow. which disappear i'm gauze-Iike
clouds of mist as delicate and VapOry
as fae sleEh..1f q bridal veil. the dis
tant peaks shr0uded with their blue
CiOaks of haze. are fearful i'm their
rugged, towering grandeur out OF the
CanOns. strong winds blow and strange
sounds arise. Man with all his craft
and cunning can do no such thing as
this, and awe lays its finger on YOU as
YOU feel your meagTeuess and littleness
How scant and empty is mortal effort
when matched with the work of the Al
mighty. That He is the master builder
none can deny.
The Haunt Of Nature.
After the hasty scramble over the
frost and snow of tho summit. comes
the hair-raisiug descent. The guides
tell YOU that the mules never fall. but
how they can keep their feet at
such a pace seems a miracle. Down,
Down. Down The SUBMITS are
far away iu the white light above
and the canyons yawn below. AS
the mules gall0p around the pro-
5ecting shoulder OF a frowuing cliff
running perlously near the preCipice,