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The
Salt
Lake
,
seventy
miles
long
and
thirty-five
wide
,
is
situated
three
miles
eight
hundred
feet
above
the
sea
.
Quite
different
from
Lake
Asphaltite
,
whose
depression
is
twelve
hundred
feet
below
the
sea
,
it
contains
considerable
salt
,
and
one
quarter
of
the
weight
of
its
water
is
solid
matter
,
its
specific
weight
being
1,170
,
and
,
after
being
distilled
,
1,000
.
Fishes
are
,
of
course
,
unable
to
live
in
it
,
and
those
which
descend
through
the
Jordan
,
the
Weber
,
and
other
streams
soon
perish
.
The
country
around
the
lake
was
well
cultivated
,
for
the
Mormons
are
mostly
farmers
;
while
ranches
and
pens
for
domesticated
animals
,
fields
of
wheat
,
corn
,
and
other
cereals
,
luxuriant
prairies
,
hedges
of
wild
rose
,
clumps
of
acacias
and
milk-wort
,
would
have
been
seen
six
months
later
.
Now
the
ground
was
covered
with
a
thin
powdering
of
snow
.
The
train
reached
Ogden
at
two
o'clock
,
where
it
rested
for
six
hours
,
Mr.
Fogg
and
his
party
had
time
to
pay
a
visit
to
Salt
Lake
City
,
connected
with
Ogden
by
a
branch
road
;
and
they
spent
two
hours
in
this
strikingly
American
town
,
built
on
the
pattern
of
other
cities
of
the
Union
,
like
a
checker-board
,
"
with
the
sombre
sadness
of
right-angles
,
"
as
Victor
Hugo
expresses
it
.
The
founder
of
the
City
of
the
Saints
could
not
escape
from
the
taste
for
symmetry
which
distinguishes
the
Anglo-Saxons
.
In
this
strange
country
,
where
the
people
are
certainly
not
up
to
the
level
of
their
institutions
,
everything
is
done
"
squarely
"
--
cities
,
houses
,
and
follies
.
The
travellers
,
then
,
were
promenading
,
at
three
o'clock
,
about
the
streets
of
the
town
built
between
the
banks
of
the
Jordan
and
the
spurs
of
the
Wahsatch
Range
.
They
saw
few
or
no
churches
,
but
the
prophet
's
mansion
,
the
court-house
,
and
the
arsenal
,
blue-brick
houses
with
verandas
and
porches
,
surrounded
by
gardens
bordered
with
acacias
,
palms
,
and
locusts
.
A
clay
and
pebble
wall
,
built
in
1853
,
surrounded
the
town
;
and
in
the
principal
street
were
the
market
and
several
hotels
adorned
with
pavilions
.
The
place
did
not
seem
thickly
populated
.
The
streets
were
almost
deserted
,
except
in
the
vicinity
of
the
temple
,
which
they
only
reached
after
having
traversed
several
quarters
surrounded
by
palisades
.
There
were
many
women
,
which
was
easily
accounted
for
by
the
"
peculiar
institution
"
of
the
Mormons
;
but
it
must
not
be
supposed
that
all
the
Mormons
are
polygamists
.
They
are
free
to
marry
or
not
,
as
they
please
;
but
it
is
worth
noting
that
it
is
mainly
the
female
citizens
of
Utah
who
are
anxious
to
marry
,
as
,
according
to
the
Mormon
religion
,
maiden
ladies
are
not
admitted
to
the
possession
of
its
highest
joys
.
These
poor
creatures
seemed
to
be
neither
well
off
nor
happy
.
Some
--
the
more
well-to-do
,
no
doubt
--
wore
short
,
open
,
black
silk
dresses
,
under
a
hood
or
modest
shawl
;
others
were
habited
in
Indian
fashion
.
Passepartout
could
not
behold
without
a
certain
fright
these
women
,
charged
,
in
groups
,
with
conferring
happiness
on
a
single
Mormon
.
His
common
sense
pitied
,
above
all
,
the
husband
.
It
seemed
to
him
a
terrible
thing
to
have
to
guide
so
many
wives
at
once
across
the
vicissitudes
of
life
,
and
to
conduct
them
,
as
it
were
,
in
a
body
to
the
Mormon
paradise
with
the
prospect
of
seeing
them
in
the
company
of
the
glorious
Smith
,
who
doubtless
was
the
chief
ornament
of
that
delightful
place
,
to
all
eternity
.
He
felt
decidedly
repelled
from
such
a
vocation
,
and
he
imagined
--
perhaps
he
was
mistaken
--
that
the
fair
ones
of
Salt
Lake
City
cast
rather
alarming
glances
on
his
person
.
Happily
,
his
stay
there
was
but
brief
.
At
four
the
party
found
themselves
again
at
the
station
,
took
their
places
in
the
train
,
and
the
whistle
sounded
for
starting
.
Just
at
the
moment
,
however
,
that
the
locomotive
wheels
began
to
move
,
cries
of
"
Stop
!
stop
!
"
were
heard
.
Trains
,
like
time
and
tide
,
stop
for
no
one
.
The
gentleman
who
uttered
the
cries
was
evidently
a
belated
Mormon
.
He
was
breathless
with
running
.
Happily
for
him
,
the
station
had
neither
gates
nor
barriers
.
He
rushed
along
the
track
,
jumped
on
the
rear
platform
of
the
train
,
and
fell
,
exhausted
,
into
one
of
the
seats
.
Passepartout
,
who
had
been
anxiously
watching
this
amateur
gymnast
,
approached
him
with
lively
interest
,
and
learned
that
he
had
taken
flight
after
an
unpleasant
domestic
scene
.
When
the
Mormon
had
recovered
his
breath
,
Passepartout
ventured
to
ask
him
politely
how
many
wives
he
had
;
for
,
from
the
manner
in
which
he
had
decamped
,
it
might
be
thought
that
he
had
twenty
at
least
.
