OF SHOOTING AND FISHING = 125 
water. We started our engine and soon the bath- 
ing boxes of the long pier were passed and we 
were headed for Antelope Island, and for that par- 
ticular part of it called White Rock Bay. 
We had advanced a few hundred yards from the 
pier, when one of those things happened to our en- 
gine which is liable to happen to such engines with- 
out reference to time or place—it stopped. The en- 
gineer cranked, the crew cranked, and then we all 
eranked. The heat of the afternoon suggested Ba- 
bel Mandeb in August, and caused us all to think. 
As time passed, our thoughts found expression, and 
the expressions were in keeping with the tempera- 
ture. Then the machine was overhauled, the batter- 
ies were tested, wires were thrust through tubes and 
everything was put together again, but it refused 
to move. D. had a mathematical mind and asked 
questions which were too deep for the engineer. 
He offered suggestions which were not taken and 
just as we had all reached the limit of our patience, 
the great engine of the Cambria revolved and we 
were off. A long time had been spent at this per- 
formance and the afternoon was wearing away. 
Dark clouds were rising in the west and the lower- 
ing sun was illuminating their edges with gold, but 
we kept on, hardly daring to move or speak lest the 
machinery should go wrong again. Nothing that I 
have ever seen approaches in grandeur a sunset 
over Great Salt Lake. Even when the day has 
been cloudless, some vapours will appear in the 
west about sundown and add to the beauty of the 
scene. This evening the western sky looked threat- 
