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Allen—Let’s see, where did we break the journey, yes, we 
were going down the hill next morning we arrive at Salt Lake 
City. 
Irving—Where is Salt Lake City, Allen' I most certainly 
have heard of that town. 
Allen—Sure! That is quite a country village, situated in 
Utah on the edge of the Great American Desert, near the 
shores of America’s Dead vSea and the River-Jordan flows 
through it to the sea. This is the country in which Brigham 
Young led the Mormon people some years ago. In this town 
Allen— vSay, Irving, if you don’t quit interrupting me, we 
never will get to Portlaxo, lets sec, where did we get to— 
Salt Lake—yes, in the morning—well, then we “beat it’’ 
straight for Portland, amving there the next day. 
Irving—How long docs it take in all? 
Allen—Four days and four nights, but that is nothing, we 
cat and sleej) right on the cars, don’t have to get off for meals 
or beds—just kee]3 hitting the Pan all the time. 
Irving—By George, to hear you talk, one would think you 
had made the trip; it certainly must be “out of sight.’’ 
VIEW IN J. B. PILKINGTON’S NURSERY, PORTLAND. OREGON 
they have a Temple, which was fifty years building, cost 
$2,000,000.00. They also have a huge Tabernacle, which 
seats 12,000 people, and many other things. 
Irving—What is a Tabernacle, Allen? 
Allen—My! Irving, you surely Will have to go to 
Portland. Why, a Tabernacle is a large egg-shaped building 
in which the Mormon people assemble every Sabbath after¬ 
noon to worship—and I have heard that Salt Lake has the 
finest hotel between New York and San Francisco. The 
Hotel Utah—cost $2,000,000.00, and the Pacific Coast 
Association of Nurserymen held their annual meeting right 
in that_fine hotel last June. 
Irving—My, but that must be a pussy lot of duffers. 
Allen—No Irving, Chicago is the farthest West I have 
ever been, but I have read some about the West. Did you 
ever read “Dead Eye Dick,’’ or “The Last Stand of Setting 
Bull?’’ Wonderful pieces of fiction and give a very compre¬ 
hensive knowledge of the West and its people. Then, too, I 
have talked a little about it, with J. B. Pilkington, you know 
he lives in Portland, —^when he is at home—but you can’t 
go too much on what he says—speaking of Western Nursery¬ 
men, I think George C. Roeding, the Fig Man and Globe 
Trotter, is the most erudite and astute “Guy’’ I have met 
from that part of the country—he lives in California—Fresno 
— you know, when he is not chasing the Blastophagno over 
the Plains of Smyrna. 
