Deseret evening news. [volume] (Great Salt Lake City [Utah]) 1867-1920, 1908-04-22
OGDEN, CITY OF WIDOWS
Member of Italian Car Grew Sends
Some Yellow Correspondence to
London Daily Mail.

Ogden has a now name. From q
heading In the London Daily Mail just
received the junction city of Utah is
set forth in big type as ''City OF WI
dows." The authority for this state
mont is Antonio scarfoggllo, special
correspondent for the Daily Mail, who
is accompanying the Italian car on the
round the world motor race
The staid old British press is never
happy unless it is taking fling at
American yellow journalism" but
when 1t comes to the Simon-pure
blown-in- the-bottle taking Antonio, un-
doubtedly is somewhat yellow himself.
His latest contribution dated from
"Goldhelds" is gem Aside from his
comment on Ogden, note the sagebrush
for hundreds of miles which he mis-
takes for stubble, the story of Ely and
the plated gold walls at Goldfield. Here
it is:
We were delayed four whole days
for repairs in Ogden (Utah), city OF
the Mormons and full of Widows.
We started again one fine morning,
speeding towards the west The road
was most picturesque and beautiful,
with mountain gorges in our view.
Then came the plain, yellow and for
bidding, and next the slope towards the
rieat Salt lake For miles and miles
the car sank in fine sand UP to the
hubs of the wheels. The desert was
perfectly uniform and monotonous.
At Ontello the road improves little,
though it can hardly be called a road.
We are really travelling on field full
of stubbe, where not one house, not a
single man Is to be seen. And this
goes on for hundreds of miles.
We Travelled $50 miles in 80 hours. We
took no sleep during that period of
time, nor did we interrupt our racing
to eat. Our only thought was the dis
tant city, Ely.
We reached Ely at last. 1t was . p
m then. and that city of wood and
canvas was quite deserted, for all the
men were stll at work in the mines OF
copper and silver. The population do
not sleep in houses They live under
huge white tents shaken and lacerated
by the Winds or in tiny huts built OF
rough boards held together with mud
There is one hotel, the phenomenon.
the pride of that city which is not
city The inhabitants care for nothing.
Thev are delirious with the money
fever. They the telegraph and the rail-
way are the great adventurers, all
hungry for gold.
Eight months ago man Knocked a
rock with his hammer and thus Ely
was born whole population rushed
to the precious spot, ana they were liHe
an army of ravens or like multitude
of flies falling upon lump of sugar
Hundreds and hundreds Of men-tnd
women, too-hastened to this ravine
from all parts of the world. And the
CITY is growing. 1t is ugly and dirty,
for the inhabitants throw refuse on
| the streets.
In three years from now the fate Of
this city shall have been decided. Eth
er the miners will have found the sill
yer and the copper they are searching
| for-and in that case these walls OF
canvas and these miserable huts OF
wood will have been replaced by stone
| buildings--or fortune will not have
| smiled upon them, and then the city
| will disappear and the desert VIII be
| once more where the desert was.
The wind will cover with sand the
! foundations, the first rudiments Of a
town. of a town that was to Guido the
| glory and wealth OF Goldhelds, the
! place from where ] send these lines,
! Golddelds so rich that the walls are
plated with gold