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Show TO WANSHIP SETTLEMENT. 73 resources of the great western country over which we had marched, much of which could be made to yield as abun dantly as the farms in the valley of the Shenandoah or the fields in the valley before me. On our march we have crossed streams that flow into the Gulf of Mexico, others that send their waters to the Pacific, and now we cross one that might be said to empty into the clouds. Perhaps they all might, but this particularly, as it flows into the Great Salt Lake, where there is no out let, and where the evaporation is so rapid that the water dis appears about as fast as it enters. Not many miles beyond Bear River, I observed in the side and near the top of a tall hill an opening, which proved to be Cache Cave, a place long familiar to the mountaineer of this region, and which had often afforded shelter to the passing emigrant and hunter during the fearful storms which so often prevail in this mountainous country during the winter. I rode to the mouth and, dismounting, entered and found the cave to measure about thirty- five feet each way, and eight feet high in the centre. The names of hundreds of visitors were cut in the soft sandstone in which the cave is formed, and I noticed among them a Clara and a Jen nie , but I will give no further publicity to the fair fame-seekers. It seemed an anomaly in the order of things to find the names of the gentler sex in this wild region, asso ciated with those of the rough and hardy of the other gender. Such a continuation of wild and grand scenery as had been afforded on the march from Bridger I had not witnessed on any previous part of our journey, and what yet awaits my description, before entering Salt Lake Valley, so increases in grandeur and sublimity that I shrink from the task of at tempting it. Descriptions from far abler pens than my own, have fallen far short of my appreciations of the scenes when I beheld them, that I feel inclined to leave the reader at the head of Echo Canon, and have him join me again in the vicinity of the Mormon's " Zion," when I might say something about the works of art, and leave the awful gran- |