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Show HEFELJJOME, In the Quiet Retreat of the Wasatch Mountains. Far from the Haddenin Crowd and the Electric Light Tax CoUector. Editor Morning Dispatch: It is in the evening, though, that I am writing writ-ing these lines. I liape they will reach you in the bright light of that glorious inor. ing sun which I saw stalking up proudly as a nimrod among the cloud hinds of the eastern skies, when I was riding up through the garden suburbs of your sweetly magniiicent Garden City, on Saturday morning last. What a bright morning ! The only black spot that I could discern dis-cern on the pellucid exp-ince of cerulean ceru-lean canopv Wits the alleged piece of poetry in The Mohxing Dispatch in the lourieen lines of which I had tried to convey a breath of the volume of good feeling I entertained then and always will entertain for the good people of Provo. Whv, if anybody were to hire me from Janulry 1, 1802, (throwing the national na-tional Presidential election excitement of that November into the bargain,) till the next bicentennial of this great and glorious Kepuolic I could not say any mure than, "Provo be blessed." No, sir ! Provo is blessed. Blessed with victorious Democrats. Blessed With sensible, though defeated, Republicans. Blessed with more (and less) than Italian skies and equable temperature. Blessed with surroundings of fruii-fulness fruii-fulness as luxuriant as are the aspirations aspira-tions of the people. Blessed, above all, with sturdy men, lovely women, and promising cidldren, who will contribute towards making Provo the city of southern Utah. But all this does not tell you How I came up the mountain sides into the valley. I'll tell you, although I know (almost to a modest surety) that I shouldn't. It was "Dolph"' Boshard. lie "got on time." lie knew of my philosophical propensities, pro-pensities, and he knew that if I were let loose among the unsophisticated Democrats, innocent Republicans, and guileless Liberals of the Garden City, I would paralyze them, one and all, into buying a copy of "As You Like It." They (I mean the variously cogno-menaied cogno-menaied gentlemen above illustrated) took a book, or s.tid they would take one, anyhow. 1 know, Brother Boshard did, probably proba-bly to make his quartet partners I'yue lor it. But 1 am up in the canyon now. Mioliier "Dolph" would insist on taking me out ol Provo. (SuUo voce "Shows his good judg incut.'') The best way he could get at it was bv hiring a little buggy. There was a time when Mro. M. didn't have a buggy. That was before the "boom.', Long before it, too. For "Dolph" was care-I care-I ful not to engage in "wild-cat" business busi-ness enterprises. Peaches, (oh, the Lord knows how many my boy ate oil' the counters!) and apples (I have nothing noth-ing to say) ami grapes (the temperate people can talk now) all in profusion, but in no more profuse profusion than was t he kindness of all Provo. scattered around me its promiscuously (and more so) than was the rhyming and rhythm-ing rhythm-ing of that sonnet in The Dispatch, w Inch I left behind me, all the same as Mary's little lamb. Since I came up here to Wasatch county again, you quite naturally expect ex-pect me io tell yu something abort it. Why, bless your soul ! We don't know any thing. President hatch is still in the balance, and whether he be t'OHnd wanting or not, I know- not. In fact, the Wasatch c-'unty people (Olson or no Olson) wanted hiiu. This I can predicate an sure assurance. How 1 came up to the valley? Why, the best I could. The best was Brother Boshard's elegant one-horse rig as far up as the Toll Gate. He wouldn't let loose of me. I wonder if I owe him anything yet. If I do it's his own fault he didn't get it out of me; for he had three hours of solid talk out of me. all the way up the hills and all the good people peo-ple of Provo who know the dill'erence between him and me know that we didn't have much time between that horse of his and that tongue of mine, to find out bow many hundred voles the Liberals in Weber County got from their alleged Republican allies. Well, I cot here, anyhow. You should have seen me. Particularly w hen at Win. Bagley's place at Charleston, Charles-ton, I got a 15 year-old boy to saddle a horse, to take me on as hind end Ireight, hanging on for dear life (and 7o cents), scrambling all over the sagebrush-clad hill, at an angle of 150 (more or less). I lelt like jumping off, but 1 could barely crawl off, at the last end of the road, when the animal gave out and I panted for relief. It was a ride for the Lord only knows, how many blessings over all those latitudes, altitudes alti-tudes and equestarian attitudes. If ever there was a Donkeyxute, 1 was one. Yes, I w;ts a Sancho Pansa (a Pansey, or a Pensee). Ii. short, 1 was such a remembrance of reminiscent non-for-getfulness that I am still at this table ol" mine wondering whether it is the altitude of Wasatch county or the latitude lati-tude of Utah county that renders Provo valley a desirable concomitant., or peaceful competitor of, Provo city. Well, I crawled up here, anyway. I am happy, and I am still happier, although al-though knowing that there are yet some people In the lovely, sweetly-embowered, fragrantly-engardened, fruit-fully-enorcharded I'rovo city, who do not know that there can be a more peaceful, moie blissful, more healthful, more beautiful, more hopeful place than Provo city. I, for one don't know. Put me down for an ignoro (ignoramus (ignor-amus is the Latin, first person, plural, you must know.) Froo means "I prove," "I try," "I test." Well, I've proved her true, I've tried her beautiful, I've tested her noble. God bless her! The metropolis of southern Utah! The very place of which we read in Proverbs :t2, "The blessing of the Lud, it inaketh rich, and he addeth no sorrow with it." I As to Brother Hatch, I still know I nothing. Maybe you'll let me know I for a certainty; or Mr. Olson may. Still the grass grows into hay, the grain is drying, the cows aie having calyes, and I am. Yours fraternally, Lko H.efeli. Midway, August 10, 18SU. |
