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their enemies fondly hoped they would? No; God was with them, and under Him they have founded not only a greater city, but a commonwealth also, and are

moving rapidly forward to fill their high destiny, which is to become the preservers of their country and of the liberties and rights of man. B. H. Roberts.

FIVE DAYS ON THE LAKE. The true size of the Great Salt Lake save their own ripple on the beach or is not appreciated until, at the expiration their ominous roar on the breakers. of a week's cruising over its surface, you A party of four, consisting of Captain return to port, having failed to explore D. L. Davis, Messrs. Fred. Lambourne, many of its arms and bays, or devote Douglas Swan and the writer, boarded more than a passing glance to its several a Garfield train on a very pleasant mornislands. At Centerville, the fifteen miles ing in June. We were soon at our railof water lying between the east shore road destination and hard at work at the and Antelope Island—a width by the preparatory labors of the voyage. The way, as great as the widest part of Long boat was high on the beach, its mast and Island Sound make a respectable rudder unstepped, and its holds full of stretch of water, but there is another water. New stays were attached in place stretch of equal width, approximate of worn out ones, the tackle was arranged, ly, between Antelope and Carrington the sails bent, the water pumped out, Islands, and still another one of the same and at an expenditure of considerable width between Carrington Island and energy, the boat was forced along her the west shore. It is when you get be way into the water. hind Antelope and Stansbury's Islands,

Then came the shipping of the cargo, or way up on the west side of the dis a heterogeneous collection of bedding, tant Promontory, that you sense the overcoats, bread boxes, mess chests, magnificent proportions of the Lake. field glasses, water kegs, and, it should When at the mouth of the desert on the not be forgotten, a faded cotton umfarther shore, you behold yourself con brella, the companion of other voyagers fronted with a golden stream of sand,

and the much abused property of the stretching back at almost a dead level, artist, which, by the way, having been farther than the eye can reach, and by

hidden on one occasion, was the source black hills, upon which a scrubby growth

of much lamentation on the part of its of cast-iron brush endeavors to lend its owner, who supposed it lost overboard. aid to a desolate scene; when you realize

It was not until five in the afternoon that there is not a drop of fresh water that everything was ataunto, and we along that parched shore, except in the pointed our prow for Stansbury's, or keg in your boat; where the prevailing Kimball's Island. silence and unbroken stillness of the scene

The boat, the Cambria, is the property remind you that there is not a village of Captain Davis, whose guests we were. nearer than the slopes of the Wasatch,

She is a catamaran or double-keeled whose hazy peaks fringe the eastern hori vessel, and it appears from certain newszon, you are pretty apt to appreciate the paper statements in the possession of magnitude of the great inland sea. The the captain, the first of her class ever waters over which the harmonious sounds

built in America. Take a boat of of the Garfield orchestra, or on whose ordinary shape and divide it lengthwise, bouyant bosom the hilarious bathers make the two halves water-tight, place float, are exceptional in their experi- them four or five feet apart, build a deck ences, for it is the rule, and particularly from side to side and steer astern, step so on the distant shores of the western the mast in the ordinary way, and rig up desert, that the waves hear no sound two rudders, worked by a single tiller,

attach a bowsprit, and use mainsail, topsail, and foresail-and you will have a boat of the Cambria class. She is a very safe boat, and has demonstrated herself to be very fast. She is also comfortable, since instead of the sloping sides and narrow bottom of the ordinary craft, we find a deck of convenient size for making beds for a half dozen people. It is true there is no cabin, this could be had only with a larger boat. An ordinary iron kettle, with holes cut into the sides, near the bottom, and wired to a zinc stoveboard, the invention of our genial skipper, was the ship's stove. A few kindlings thrown into the kettle would boil water or fry meat or potatoes in a few seconds.

The offices of the boat were distributed naturally. The command fell to the owner of the boat, who has no doubt cruised around the Lake more than any living man. Mr. Swan, an experienced navigator, was mate. But inasmuch as there was no one on board who could cook as well as the skipper, to him and to the mate, the most proficient, fell the responsible and important duties of cooking. Mr. Lambourne's attention was chiefly absorbed by the umbrella, but in general, he was classed as a passenger, and was invaluable in pointing out the finer scenes and cloud effects, which might otherwise have escaped our notice. To the writer fell the onerous duties of crew, whose chief function when not observing the captain at the tiller, or the mate preparing dinner, was to pump bilge water from the hold, through the lee scupper, or listen to the welcome rhapsodies of the artist over the combinations of colors with which nature is so lavish on the lake.

Garfield faded from sight, darkness settled on the scene, and the boat sailed steadily onward, plunging slightly under the influence of a swell, left by the previous day's storm. The roll was decidedly unpleasant to the novices and produced a spirit of unrest in the region of the gastric juices. The artist in particular, sought communion with himself, and could with difficulty be aroused from his condition of brooding silence.

The moon rose, the annoying swell

was left behind, and after a beautiful sail of a few hours, we heard the sound of waters breaking against a rocky point of Stansbury's, under the influence of the breeze. The sound, though gentle, compared with the roaring of the storm waves, was yet an unpleasant sound to the amateur mariner approaching an unknown shore, whose rugged outlines were just revealed by the dim light of the mist-covered moon. We sailed cautiously in toward the shore, until finding ourselves sheltered behind the point whence came the sound of breaking waters, we cast anchor, and at midnight retired to rest, our sleep undisturbed, save by the swinging cordage, or the necessity of pumping out the holds once or twice during the night. With a clear sky as a canopy, the moon as a watch, and a gently rocking boat as a cradle, our lodgings were superb.

The next morning the bold, rugged outlines of the island, and the details of its uninviting slopes were before us. Scrub brush, a few scrub bushes, affording what Stansbury, in his report refers to as“umbrageous” shade, volcanic rocks and silence! The Island is, however, more bold in outline than any of its sister islands; and as we drifted up its eastern shore under the impetus of a lazy breeze, the changing panorama now and then presented headlands of such scenic excellence as to entice the pencil of the artist, and command the attention of the party.

It is when drifting along the deeper lake, away from the annoying gnats, removed from the hampering conventionalities of bath houses and bathing suits, and the mud of alleged beaches, that the bather can enjoy the delights of lake bathing in their fulness. Swimming around the boat or away from it, if it go slowly, or spurting to keep up with it, or clinging to the rudder braces if it go faster, are the incidents of a deep water boat bath. There is, I believe, no fresh water on Stansbury's Island, save that flowing from a driven well on the west side, near its only house. When the lake is low, you may cross dry shod from the mainland west of Grantsville,

course.

to the island, while, even at high water, the north, the lake stretched away to there is no trouble in fording. The only Monument Point on the Central Pacific; sign of life we saw on the eastern slope, to the south, it ran far down into Skull were a few stunted horses, threading Valley. Although the breeze was stiff their way with a disconsolate air through enough to make a landsman cry, "Hold, the brush and boulders that beset their enough!" yet the prospect of reaching path.

the end of our proposed voyage for the West of the northern point of Stans day, at some hour of the night, and of bury, are the Sand Islands, invisible at a not being compelled to set a watch and few miles distance, on account of their drift idly along during the entire night, low elevation. They are the home of the was not without its comfort. As it was, gulls. As we rounded the point, the two of us "turned,” while the others breeze freshened, and we stood up the kept the staunch little vessel on her lake in a north, north-easterly direction

It was then that our vocalist, for the west side of Carrington's Island, who sings always sweetly, unlike his ten miles distant. This island is of a feathered namesake, who sings sweetly nature quite different from Stansbury's. but once in his life, turned loose on a It is smooth, free from rugged precipices repertoire of nautical, Scotch, classiand brush, and is approximately round. cal and popular songs, that made the Its highest point is not more than two evening extremely pleasant. Why, one hundred and fifty feet in elevation, is

could almost imagine himself a sailor, near the centre, from which the ground out on that great expanse of water, scudslopes off evenly in all directions to the ding through the waves, and lending his shore. Running out from the southern tuneless voice to help along the Larboard shore is a narrow neck of sand, connect Watch, Nancy Lee and the Midshipmate. ing a larger sand area with the main The writer fell asleep later in the evenland. Here are the nests of numerous ing, with the objective shore far in adgulls, who set up an angry outcry in vance; but was awakened by the earnest chorus, at our invasion, for, attracted by conversation of the men at the "wheel,” the novel sight we beached the boat and and looking up, was surprised to see walked up among the nests of the col that we were flying with railroad speed ony. We did

not delay long here; along a shore to the south. We soon we could not, since our destination for hove to, between Strong's knob and the the night was Strong's knob,on the west mainland; and having cast over both shore, twenty-five miles distant, north anchors, at one o'clock a.m. went to bed, west from Carrington's. The wind was

interested in what the morrow would debeginning to blow quite fresh, and so, velop as to our surroundings. setting all sail, we rounded the point of

The morrow came. South of us was the island and steered through for what the precipitous and mountainous shore is supposed to be the knob, almost lost of the lake; to the west the mouth of below the western horizon. Darkness the desert;" north, the lake, and at a was creeping on, and we were obliged distance of two miles from us, at the to forego a visit to Hat Island, a small shore, Strong's knob; connected with the piece of land a few miles north of Car mainland in the days of the Stansbury rington's.

expedition, in 1849. Aster breakfast, we The strong breeze on the quarter put out to the Knob, secured the boat, blew white caps on the waves, and waded ashore and ascended to the sumcaused the speedy craft to fairly fly

mit, at an elevation of seven hundred We were now in a feet. The summit was surmounted by a part of the lake invisible to dwell “crows nest,” or pile of rocks upon ers on the east shore; a part enclosed which there had once been erected a triby the islands and the promontory

pod of timber, forming a station used in on one side, and by the mountains the survey of the lake by Stansbury. of the west shore on the other. To

The timbers have now fallen, but still

through the water.

Waves

contain some rough wrought iron nails, trouble, hid their heads ostrich like, in said to have been made in Salt Lake the shrubs and rocks, and even endeavCity, in 1819.

ored to crawl under our feet to seek safeThe view from here was comprehen ty from the intruders. The little gulls sive; being chiefly interesting in the were beautiful with their cream coats, direction of the desert. The west shore, speckled black; but the insant penguins unlike I had always pictured it, is skirted were extremely revolting, some of them with mountains of respectable height, being as large as a shanghai rooster and except at the "mouth of the desert,” as bare as a piece of raw beef. The where a river of shining sand, at first en nests of both birds are built upon the closed between the hills, stretches back ground, and consist of a little sand and from the shallow and irregular shores of a few sticks, forming a basin deep the lake. Further back it widens, and enough only to protect the two or three finally, at the horizon, reaches a width of eggs they contain, from falling out. scores of miles. It is well called the That night the wind blew a gale from "mouth of the desert,"'for the great Yel the north, and in the morning had not low River of China could not more nat materially abated. The waves were runurally flow into the lake, than does that ning very high, inuch higher than we anstream of sand. A curious feature of the

ticipated, but the Captain had unlimited desert, is a mountain chain of approxi confidence in the boat, and we had unmately fifteen miles in length, that limited confidence in the captain, so we springs up like an island in its midst. It is put out for the Promontory, twenty-five not difficult to conceive that this chain miles away. The

were the was once an island, since, it is said, the height of a man, and the stress of lake recedes upon the desert a mile for weather was such, necessitating the furleach four inches that it rises. To the ing of the foresail, and a double reef in north about ten miles, is Gunnison Island, the mainsail, that I believe no boat in the scenic gem of the lake, to which, in the lake, except the Cambria, no style of the afternoon we sailed.

small boat, except a catamaran, would Gunnison Island is an irregular, four have successfully withstood it. We pronged star, with several fine bays shipped a little water now and then, but around its shores. It is small, very comparatively the Cambria is wondersmall, indeed, not more than three quar sully dry in gusty weather. ters of a mile at its greatest length. The The Promontory was touched, and a north point, rising gently from the south, slow run made down to the lower end of but being a precipice on the north, it Fremont's or Miller's Island. Here Judge reaches an elevation of three or four U. .J Wenner, once a Liberal nominee hundred feetand is surmounted as usual for the Salt Lake County Probate judge. with a "crows nest;'and in this instance, ship is located. He has sought the seclua perfect tripod. The east bay, is semi sion and invigoration of a rustic island circular in shape, quite large, extremely life with the hope of regaining his lost regular, and has a lovely beach. The health, and it seems that his hopes are island is interesting, not only because of to be realized. With him is his noble little its topography, but largely because of wife and their two children, who have the gulls and penguins that at all sea cheerfully banished themselves from the sons of the year make their home here, world, that their husband and father may and which, at the time of our visit, were live. Mrs Wenner, at the date of our nesting.

visit, had not been off the island for six Clouds of screeching gulls circled months. She has furnished her humble around

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in fear, and upon approach, rose and set of every particle of furniture, every tled upon the waters of the little bay; book or picture, which comes of the newly hatched gulls, fearful of refinement and correct

taste. The

judge has a number of sheep and peacefully until morning. The next has been able to make some headway at day we cruised on down the Island, past agriculture, because of a number of the old Island House, where a half flowing wells. This island was visited dozen boys were putting up hay; past a by Fremont, accompanied by Kit Carson number of excellent beaches, around the in 1842. The former mentions having southern point, and across to Garfield, lost the cap off the case of one of his in in time to get the boat stowed away and struments, on the highest point of the to catch the evening bathing train for island-and many people have sought to Salt Lake. recover a memento of such value; the Boating will some day be popular inhabitants having been particularly en upon the lake; it is large enough to atergetic in this search.

tract the genuine lover of the sea, and to In the evening we sailed down to permit of yacht races of respectable Church or Antelope Island, and were length. The opportunity not only of skirting down its eastern shore in search boating, but cruising on our inland sea of shelter, when darkness and a dead will yet be classed among the attraccalm set in, and we cast anchor in the tions of this inter-mountain region. open lake about midnight and slept

R. W. Young.

SEEK A REWARD. 'Tis early morning as I sit here at my you like I will tell you of it. 'Twas a window watching the golden sun slowly lovely afternoon and the sky was as blue rise above the mountain tops, and listen as ever, and the air was fragrant with the ing to the sweet songsters of the forest scent of flowers; and the melodious song just beginning their day's work, and of the meadow-lark, the thrush and the warbling such sweet notes; and the cocks humming bird, rang sweetly in my ear; just calling up the traveler and the toiler. the earth was so beautiful with its wavI seem to be filled with a spirit of love ing grass, its flowers, its lakes and for all mankind, but more especially for streams, its mountains and dells. All my Creator. Oh, how merciful and how nature seemed to join in praise to the good is God! How beautiful is this Creator and my soul joined harmonearth! How wicked are many of the peo

iously with nature. ple! We have trials to endure but we As I strolled along, I stopped near a have a reward to gain; and how few of cool and silvery stream and there pilus care for the reward if only we can es lowed my head on the turf and sank cape the trials; but how trifling are these into a sweet reverie. There in a lovely trials compared with the great reward, valley, where all was happiness and joy, salvation. What a word is that, oh, how were collected from all parts beautiful great, how comforting!

What boots it little children. Surely, thought I, this if the path of life is rugged and its must be the vale of my childhood's steeps are hard to climb? The earth also dream, this must be fairyland, for they is rugged and its steeps are hard to are all so happy and so beautiful, and so climb, but as God has given us power

perfect and so good. As I watched I to mount these great heights of nature saw a portal where the little ones had so will He give us power to mount the entered, and I beheld a weary young rugged steps of life; and grateful ought traveler, standing as though waiting for we to be to Him that He has given us admission; presently a dear, kind old trials, by which to gain a reward, for re man walked to the portal and opened it. wards given, not earned, are little appre

“May I come in,' the child asked, "I ciated. I had a dream one day, not in

am so tired, for I have carried this lame my sleep, but a waking dream, and if

back all my life and my legs are so weak

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