Show IN LOVELY MOUNTAIN DELL ah that such beauty varying in the light of living nature cannot be portrayed by words nor by the pencils silent skill but the property of him alone who hath beheld it noted it with care and in his mind recorded it with love A few miles from salt lake city about fourteen is a little mountain settlement known to the traveler through that region as aln dell a plain unpretentious village nestling in among the hils hills and giving oft an air of dreamy solitariness to the beholder it is on the maln main road which runs rang through Pax parleys leys canyon a road majestic with trees and shaded nearly au all the day by the willow and the ing asp the ride through the canyon is a do one squirrels and chipmunks play on both sides of the road the m magpie breaks the rhythm of the ivoun mountain tain stream with its shrill song and now and then the sad far away cry of a mourning dove Is carried along by the soft and gentle breezes there are twelve railroad crossings in parleys and abd watchful is the he traveler as his team approaches the rails to ta cross them lest the iron monster come gently down a grade around a sharp curve to take him by surprise this canyon has had an lata resting history and as early as 1866 1856 the territorial legislature appropriated money to open it up to the settlers of the mountains and valleys many a man remembers the early days when he has hauled his loads of logs logo from the hollows and mountains and to this day sturdy woodchoppers wood choppers go on down the canyon with great logs logo fence poles polea or fire wood the efann too is very popular it is a main road to every county and hamlet in eastern utah and hundreds of deop people ae eve every summer pitch their thedr tents on the bt banks of its clear blue stream to enjoy tue quiet peaceful solitude of canyon anfe and boget sweet draughts of pure mountain air to the lover of the tain dell or hardys station as it is sometimes called is an inspiring sight let the traveller climb to the top of the hill at the point where the road turns off to mountain dell A sort of valley stretches out before haim a charming banning valley surrounded surround edi by a formidable mountain belt which shelters it with its rocky heights and nourishes it with its snows it Is ie luxuriant with natures luxuriance ance and hay fields and wheat fields field change color from a light green to darker aind aad darker green then almost to yellow as they wave and wave wase in the quiet breezes the imagination transports itself and in a sort of daydream day dream we see the hie land when the earth was young before man furrowed lit it with his plow radiant with that beauty which typified an ancient garden of the gods of myth and as the whistle of at an engine echoes and re echoes among the hills bills and A a train is seen pushing its way up the canyon then is lost again as it rounds munds a bend of a mountain a feeling of 0 awe courses over one me and he imagines that he is a god in the upper regions of lympus the railway through there is called the utah Cen central trel and was built by john W young a few years ago but like many infant enterprises it fell into the hands of creditors and recently it was purchased by the denver and rio grande western company though the grade is steep the train rushes at a marvellous marcellous marv ellous rate of speed up through the canyon it is an inspiring sight and one thinks of the words of hawthorne the shriek of an engine as it rushes into the Is the utterance of the steam fiend who man has subdued by his magle magic spells and compels to serve as a bust beast of burden he has skimmed rivers in his headlong rush dashed through forests plunged into the hearts of mountains and glanced from the city to the desert place and again to a far off city with a meteoric progress seen and out of sight while his reverberating rever berating roar still fills the ear 11 in the calm and cool of the evening as the sun as making a path across the sky and is silently dropping behind the hills a murmur rises from the village and we have grays country seene scene so beautifully portrayed in his immortal poem the curfew tolls the knell of parting day lowing loving herd winds slowly oer the lea the plowman homeward plods his I 1 weary way and leaves the world to darkness and to ane 11 now fades fadeff the glimmering landscape from the sight eight and all the air a solemn stillness holds save where the beetle wheels his droning flight and drowsy tin klings lull the distant tolda folds mountain dell to is not without its house of worship which is found in every hamlet to make the village complete under the brow of a hill stands a little log cabin meeting house its it door faces the road and during the week all about it is quiet but on a sunday morning humble farmer boys and fair noble country girls make their way waar quietly along the road and enter its humble though sacred portals for sm go hour or two the hum of voices can be beard and busy to la the student reciting his bis sunday school lesson as he sits quietly quiet lyon on the hard old fashioned benches then comes the afternoon me meeting ing and ancl the good and humble blevon bishop steps from his door and quietly goes x to mi mee meeting por for another hour he or some other good brother speaks kokall to the people some ome bit of scripture being delux taken for a text humble words they are but full of sweet thought the old bible gives words of inspiration to the people the peace makers are mentioned the charitable and merciful side of human nature dwelt on and the preacher closing the book gently quietly and encouragingly breathes a god bless you then comes a hymn so dear to the old folks for the voices of the village choir sing as they have never sung before and it seems to the humble people as if angels had been sent into their midst the song ended the benediction is given and one by one the people pass out and on the steps and about the door stand the good church goers anxious to shake the hand of a friend or to speak a kind word to some dear brother the boys and girls go tripping down the road happy that a day has come when the heavy toll of the week can be dropped and a few hours spent in joyful recreation and innocent fun the old meeting house doo is locked and for another seven days quietude will reign A sort of sweet peaceful air surrounds it all the time and it seems as if the dangerous elements of nature could never lay a merciless hand upon it it is especially especial IT blessed the little meeting house Is ia an inspiration wherever it may be be be it ever so humble it tells the nan man of the world both far and wide it is a house where god dwells in spirit and sends his holy angels to bless and sanctify its walls may no human being ever desecrate the holy air of religious sanctums sanc tums the humble bishop must not be forgotten tor for he greets all with his kindly smile near the stream where grows the willow and mountain ash can be seen his peaceful home near yonder copse where once the garden smiled and still where many a garden flower grows wild there where a few torn shrubs the place disclose the village preachers modest mansion rose A man he was to all the country dear and passing rich at forty pounds a year remote from towns he ran his godly race nor eer had changed or wished to change his place he to fawn or seek for power by doctrines fashioned to the varying hour for other alms aims his heart had learned to prize more skilled to raise the wicked than to rise and so is the modest bishop god bless the bishops we had almost forgotten the good old country dance many a friday night has seen a merry crowd tripping the light fantastic toe the school house Is decorated with wreaths of foliage and to Is lighted by a limited number of lamps high up on three or four benches sits site the village fiddler who plays and plays with the vim and interest of a genius off go the young men and maidens mal dens and tor for many hours they will polka and waltz then for rest have the good old plain quadrille the parents indulge too and spend the tedious intervals between the dances in conversing and so the time passes and I 1 dare say that many a dancer has seen the gray dawn of the morning before turning in I 1 but the student of nature particularly loves the rocks the geological formation and the flowers there was waa a time when lake bonneville washed the sides of the mountains almost to the top of the summit and the imaginative eye can now see the water with its iti waves lashing the shore and the white caps playing on its bosom the shore lines in many places can still iw discerned of different kinds of flowers there artt ara many the sunflower and bandeu cover the hills in a pretty yellow gar every year and along the creek t th wild rose grows here and there and fi odor is carried off by the bre breezed there is too the fox tall the must mustang the sweet clover and ta the shepherds s purse and above all that co common arnon b hopi oh what delightful plant go rod As one sees it growing along alone country road he cannot but say gay y wa bac harriet beecher stowe the golden rod and the aster h hi their plumage over the rough ro road in the early morning the song of robin wakes one from hla his dreams harsh shrill cry of a magpie reso iii through the hills and far fax far 0 off mourning dove sings his melan melancholy choll tune as if sad and very weary y of M world mountain dell has everything i make it picturesque and there is 1188 ma a scene that would do for the altis sketch book the sky is very blue tops of moun mountain peaks are lost re as t pierce the heavens cool breezes ones brow the colors of nature sti a out in relief yet blend and grandly to make the perfect I 1 la N and with a cry the t shouts oh beautiful and won earth we are too interior inferior in thought 3 know thy grandeur LEVI EDGAR boux youx |