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Show TO SALT LAKE VALLEY. 85 in the grouud about half- way between summit and base, and forming a torrent along the mountain side to the stream in the valley below. It was doubtless a drain from mountains south, which after making a subterranean passage through the range bordering the canon gushed out from its hiding-place where I saw it. If a view of Harper's Ferry on the Potomac is worth a trip from Europe, as Mr. Jefferson rep resented it was, certainly a sight of Echo and Parley's can ons is worth a continuation of the journey through the Rocky Mountains. We camped for a night amid some of these scenes, and again, for the last time on our journey, I indulged in the sport of trout- fishing. On the Weber River I could wait in one place for the trout to come along, but in the smaller mountain streams they waited for me, and I had to find their rambling places, requiring much more exertion, but the sport amply repaid. In one hole, a few feet from my tent, I caught several, burl walked two miles before abandoning the sport. As we approached the terminus of this, the last pass of our journey, the mountains separated wider, and more of the clear blue sky could be seen in front of us. Leaving the i oad to the city, we took another winding around the mountain side, and before emerging entirely from the canon we came to another lager beer brewery, but satisfied with my experi ence at the last, and being impatient to reach a position but a little beyond, from which I could view the great valley, I passed without stopping. But here I must leave the reader, and in my next will at tempt to describe the scene beyond, which is to the Mormon emigrant, after his long and toilsome journey, a source of delight almost as great as was the sight of the cross to Ban yan's Christian. |
