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Show American Fork Canyon. Captain Parsons haa his Mountain Glen house, at Deer Creek, American Fork, nearly completed, and is ready to receive tourists, sight seers aud pleasure-hunters. Tho captain sets an elegant spread mucn better than one expects to find in a mountain hotel, and just the thing to satisfy the appetite wbich is sure to follow au early ride up the canon Aud by the way one o)l the moot deligbttul aud exhilarating pastimes is the run down the canon without an engine. For more than nino miles from Deer Creek to the entrance of Utah valley there is scarcely euough straight track to tulk about. The grade is so heavy portions of it being be-ing more than 300 feet to the mile that the cars are impelled by their own weight, the momentum increasing increas-ing rapidly aa they descend. The) wind smoothly over the serpentine track, now seeming to be on tlie point of driving full face against a perpendicular mountain of rock, but gracefully escaping a catastrophe by gliding round a curve, through a narrow gorge, only to repeat tne ac tion within a hundred yard ; rolling across a bridge thirty fet above the dancing, dashing, foaming stream, and dually emerging into one of the pret tiest valleys of the earth, in full view of the charming Utah lake, fertile gardens and productive farms. Were it not lor the presence of the con-1 due tor, Mr. S mails who is also.on the down run, engineer, brakemau, gen J eral entertainer and tourist guide, and the personification of accommoda I tion a passenger would soon lose I confidence in himaell and worldly things generally; but Mr. S. stands with hands on tho brake, and not only regulates the speed, but inspires one with perfect assurance. A day cannot be apent more satis factorily than in American Fork union. |