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Show I94 obtained from Chilcott the loan of his carriage and bays, on the sole condition that I sho?ld d'? the driving. His position in the Church re~ mred him to make a full display of his patriarchal dignity, and a wagon was none too large for all his wives and children. We started on the morning of the twenty-third, in the midst of a cavalcade of wagons and carriages, shays and buckboards, all crowded with merrymakers. At the start Lucy sat demurely inside the carriage with the other girls and Mrs. Sen by, and the merchant rode beside me on the box. But when we caught the crowd's spirit of freedom and h_ilarity, the dear girl consented to change places With her uncle. I With her at my side I forgot for the time all my anxieties and cares and gave myself over to unalloyed en!· oyment. Her sweet eyes beamed with girlish de ight, and at my every glance the exquisite colouring of her cheeks deepened to the tint of blush roses. Never had she been so merry and never more lovely. Her bright ribbons fluttered gaily as our prancing bays rolled us past the heavy wagons. Then came the steep climb up the rugged canyon of Big Cottonwood Creek, winding upwards and upwards and ever upwards. On one side of the narrow road the limpid emerald-green waters foamed down their rocky channel and roared over the ledges in miniature Niagaras; on the other, boughs of sagebrush and cedar reached out from the steep slopes to brush our cheeks with their foliage. All about us the grand mountains towered into the sapphire sky, their shoulders verdant with' maples, oaks, and pines, and their peaks white with eternal snow. Half frightened yet more inspired by the wild beauty"and grandeur of the scene, Lucy courageously insisted upon remaining"beside me on the box. It was doubly delightful'when, at the more dangerous places, she pressed close to me and clung to my arm. THE MORMON LION I had the bays well in hand. They had settled down to steady pulling, and there was slight chance of mishap. At last we reached the camp grounds on the pleasant shore of Great Cottonwood Lake. Our tents had been brought by one of Mr. Sen by's friends. We set them up among the tents of our two thousand fellow campers, and like others spent the remainder of the day gathering fresh boughs to cover over again the dance-boweries of previous celebrations. As Amanda made no objection and Chilcott was absorbed in his courtship of another young girl, Cora ventured to !. oin our party. She brought along her beautiful litt e brown-eyed girl of four, upon whom, much to my envy, Lucy fairly lavished caresses. A night of refreshing sleep m the cold pure mountain air, ten thousand feet above sea !eve , primed us for the day of festivity. At the first grey glimmer of dawn I drew on my boots and slipped out of my tent, leaving Mr. Senby still snoring. Earl,y as I was, I found the great camp already rousing to the day's activities. Here and there between the tents people were lighting their breakfast fires. Two riders came spurring their jaded horses up from the canyon. As they passed me, going towards Brigham's group of tents, I thought I recognized them as Elder Smoot and Deputy Marshall Rockwell, who had gone East, some weeks before, with the mails. Thmking that they had made a hasty return to join in the anniversary celebration, I set about lighting a fire for our party and paid no more heed to the new arrivals. As the sun began to crimson the giant peaks that stood sentry over the camp, Lucy and Ann Jane crept out of their tent and came tiptoeing to me like mischievous children. Hand in hand, we ran down to the shore to bathe our faces in the crystalline water of the lake. The spirit of the merry care-free day was upon us. When we started back to our tents |