Nogales international., 1927-06-10
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This Union Pacific "Gold Coast
Limited" is crossing from Wyoming
into Utah, rolling over snow COW
crcd hills 1000 feet high.
This is real American country.
Colorado, Montana, Idaho, the Da-
kotas, Oregon, Washington, Ne
vada are your neighbors in this
part of the world.
1t looks what it is-a great and
powerful country. Straight walls
Of stone, capped with pine trees,
tower hundreds of feet above you.
Telephone and telegraph wires
cross ins all directions. Good auto
mobile roads run beside the track.
One stops at Salt Lake City to
get acquainted with the Angel Mo-
roni and all the Fand that stretches
around him. Moroni, very big in
bright gold, stands above the tenn
pie built by Brigham Young, for
Latter Day Saints"
Just across the way is the Fed
eral Reserve Bank, of solid stone,
and beyond towers the snow COW
cred Oquron Range, the wealth of
the Utah copper mes hidden in it.
Many things are as Brigham
Young would have them and as he
left them. The Angel Moroni
doesn't suspect that the real au-
thority below Is the Federal Re-
serve Bank, the gigantic copper
mine on the mountain sides, and
the big Union Pacific Railroad.
d. F. Spencer, general passenger
agent of the Union Pacific system,
says all intelligent human beings
should see the famous "Death VAL
ley." For $42, covering all ex-
penses, you can spend two days
motoring through the mysterious
valley on your way east or west,
inspecting in safety the strangest
places on earth, stopping over night
at a modern inn, built on Furnace
Greek. In Death Valley, you stand
on the warm sand, far below the
level of the Pacific, and look to the
west, at the white top of Mount
Whitney, highest peak in the Unit
ed States.
The trip must be made between
October and the middle Of May. In
Summer, Death Valley is the hot
test place on earth. During the
Death Valley season, you have your
comfortable automobiles
Death Valley has everything that
anybody could want - you study
brilliant colors of the appropriately
named Funeral Range" on the
east, and to the west the tall pana-
mints, Uncle Sans most precipi-
tous mountain range, rising from
the floor of Death Valley, more
than 800 feet below sea level, to q
height of 11,045 feet to the per-
petual snow Of Telescope Peak.
Picturesque and convincing are
names of places in that valley,
once the bed of an inland sea.
Gold, silver, copper, onyx are in
those mountains. Many have died
searching.
What once were black molten
streams Of lava reach out into the
desert, as they poured down from
volcanoes, dead ages ago.
You walk over plains of salt a
hundred feet deep. Life is scarce
there, few snakes in Summer,
horned toads, the chuckwalla liz
ard, eaten by the Panamint In
dams. Above puzzled vultures soar,
wondering why the automobile
doesn't die, as the donkeys did.
Brief and sufficient are the lines
here and there on wooden tomb
stones, cracked by the heat, a name
and "He Ran Out of Water"
The Angel Gabriel has watched
many struggles in that valley,
when the temperature went to 140.
Traditions tell of Piute Indians,
standing on the mountainsides,
watching one party of white men
fall and die three hundred yards
from q water hole. One survivor,
Bennett, Struggling to a spring,
found ledge of pure silver, broke
off a piece and when he reached
civilization had it made into a rifle
sight" Many have tried to locate
that "gun-sight ledge" Of pure
silver. You might find it.
Not far away is beautiful date
palm ranch, 178 feet below sea
level. Anything will grow if you
give it enough water.
And across the Amargosa Des-
srt, you travel to the "Ghost City
Of Rhyolite." Once it had a popu-
lation of more than 10000, rail-
road stations, stores, dance halls,
Jail and church. All still stand at
the foot of Bullfrog Hill, church,
Jail, mills that ground up ore from
the rich gold mine, all abandoned
now.
This is an interesting country,
marvelously fertile fields, all the
climates and all the products of the
earth. Other Americans have pre-
pared the way for YOU See America