Truth. [volume] (Salt Lake City, Utah) 1901-1908, 1905-10-07

Sea and it's Jordan river where Jesus |
whom Mr.. Weir pretends to worship,
was baptized; look at her wonderful |
health giving mineral springs; look at |
her wonderful mountains. for you can |
see in their rough and rugged forms |
beauty, grandeur, pottery, music, di- |
vinity and peace. You can see beau |
ty that no artist can paint; grandeur
that no orator can describe; poetry
that only can be written on the heart;
music that echoes the anthems OF
eternity, divinity, for they are en-
blems of Immortality and seem to
reach from nature up to natures GOD
and are peace that passeth all I'M
derstanding." These mountains
stand like giant sentinels and during
June, July and August they seem to
hold up their everlasting white snowy
caps as an Olive branch, reckoning
the people of the torrid eastern states
to get under their shadow, where sun
stroke and sitting heat never come.
Look at her wonderful farms in all
her beautiful valleys; look at them in
the summertime when they are COW
cred with natures carpet of the
green, the yellow, and the gold, more
beautiful and Respondent than any
Administer or Smyrna that ever COW
cred the floor of a kings palace, and
Everywhere they are decorated with
great stacks OF hay and grain, and the
clang of the Yankee reaper through
the wheat fields is music to the soul.
Look at her large variety and great
abundance of minerals that have been
hidden in her mountains ever since
God said Let the dry land appear
and are now being brought to light
by which Mr.. Weir has been so great
ly blessed. Mr.. Weir did you ever
stop to think of the great sacrifice
that these Mormon people made in
early days for you and every either
of Utah? Did you ever think OF the
weary march across the plains? Ii
my minds eye l can see them now
l can see the handcart brigade O.
tired women on the crest of the con
tinent. This summit to those poo
t women seemed to be the dividing
: line between two worlds. In front o
: them was the great unknown; behint
: them was the peaceful wales of oil
t England and the bonny highlands o
4 Scotland, the pleasant valleys OF tn,
= Penobscot, the Kennebee, the Nc
I hawk, the Susquehanna and the beau
e iful blue Juniata. They saw the home
d they had left behind, the mother, tn
( father, the sisters and brothers, tn
s dear old farmhouse with the fragran
# woodbine creeping over the door an
!. the hollyhocks, the four o'clocks an
d the johnny jumpups in the from
q yard, and then their hearts grew fain
=. from inconsistencies and the weake
h ones said lets turn back" But tn
v stronger repeated the words of Lont
o fellow:
n Let not him that putteth his hand
n the plough look backward
Ell Though the ploughshare cut throug
is the flowers of life to it's fouI
ID tains,
- Though it pass Ger the graves of tn
n dead and hearths of the living
III 1t is the will of the Lord; and Hi
it mercy endureth forever"
x At night many of these poor wome
"a have lain down by the side of thei
Is handcarts and watched the stars /
N their courses through the heavens ii
d their sunken eyes were CLASSY, the
n emaciated cneeks became livid an
IL their tired and wornout bodies wer
IN still and rigid and cold in death.
)? was this class of people, Mr.. Wei
o. that blazed the trail built the bridge
NJ and carved the roads through tn
IL canyons and made IL pOssible for va