236 BESIDE THE GREAT SALT LAKE. 



you the last picture impressed upon my memory 

 as the train bore me, unwilling, away. It was 

 cloudy, a storm was coming up, and the whole 

 range was in deep shadow, when suddenly 

 through some rift in the clouds a burst of sun- 

 shine fell upon the " beloved mountain " Chey- 

 enne, and upon it alone. In a moment it was 

 a smiling picture, 



" Glad 

 With light as with a garment it was clad ; " 



all its inequalities, its divisions, its irregulari- 

 ties emphasized, its greens turned greener, its 

 reds made more glowing, an unequaled gem 

 for a parting gift. 



To come back to Utah. One morning, on 

 our way up to the heights, as we were passing a 

 clump of oak-brush, a bird cry rang out. The 

 voice was loud and clear, and the notes were of 

 a peculiar character : first a " chack " two or 

 three times repeated, then subdued barks like 

 those of a distressed puppy, followed by hoarse 

 " mews " and other sounds suggesting almost 

 any creature rather than one in feathers. But 

 with delight I recognized the chat ; my enthu- 

 siasm instantly revived. I unfolded my camp 

 chair, placed myself against a stone wall on the 

 opposite side of the road, and became silent and 

 motionless as the wall itself. 



My comrade, on the contrary, as was her 



