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quite beyond .human grasp — something that is 

 akin to homesickness. 



I was glad at length to round the point of 

 mountain, where the Wasatch Range crowds 

 down to separate Utah Valley from Salt Lake 

 Valley. Here from the elevated "Point of 

 Mountain," as it is locally called, old familiar 

 peaks where I had once spent a summer loomed 

 into view and the lovely valley, reaching away 

 to the Great Salt Lake, lay at my feet. 



At half past two on August thirty-first I 

 drew into Draper, seventeen miles from Salt 

 Lake City, and was greeted by my old friend 

 and former traveling companion in Mexico, 

 Mr. Wilmot Randall. He was expecting me 

 and had provided for the care of my horses, 

 while I proceeded by train to the big game 

 region of northwestern Colorado. 



