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Nevada, and they all have this mysterious fate. They end in various lakes or ā€œsinks,ā€ and that is the last of them. Carson Lake, Humboldt Lake, Walker Lake, Mono Lake, are all great sheets of water without any visible outlet. Water is always flowing into them; none is ever seen to flow out of them, and yet they remain always level full, neither receding nor overflowing. What they do with their surplus is only known to the Creator.

On the western verge of the Desert we halted a moment at Ragtown. It consisted of one log house and is not set down on the map.

This reminds me of a circumstance. Just after we left Julesburg, on the Platte, I was sitting with the driver, and he said:

ā€œI can tell you a most laughable thing indeed, if you would like to listen to it. Horace Greeley went over this road once. When he was leaving Carson City he told the driver, Hank Monk, that he had an engagement to lecture at Placerville and was very anxious to go through quick. Hank Monk cracked his whip and started off at an awful pace. The coach bounced up and down in such a terrific way that it jolted the buttons all off of Horaceā€™s coat, and finally shot his head clean through the roof of the stage, and then he yelled at Hank Monk and begged him to go easierā ā€”said he warnā€™t in as much of a hurry as he was awhile ago. But Hank Monk said, ā€˜Keep your seat, Horace, and Iā€™ll get you there on timeā€™ā ā€”and you bet you he did, too, what was left of him!ā€

A day or two after that we picked up a Denver man at the cross roads, and he told us a good deal about the country and the Gregory Diggings. He seemed a very entertaining person and a man well posted in the affairs of Colorado. By and by he remarked:

ā€œI can tell you a most laughable thing indeed, if you would like to listen to it. Horace Greeley went over this road once. When he was leaving Carson City he told the driver, Hank Monk, that he had an engagement to lecture at Placerville and was very anxious to go through quick. Hank Monk cracked his whip and started off at an awful pace. The coach bounced up and down in such a terrific way that it jolted the buttons all off of Horaceā€™s coat, and finally shot his head clean through the roof of the stage, and then he yelled at Hank Monk and begged him to go easierā ā€”said he warnā€™t in as much of a hurry as he was awhile ago. But Hank Monk said, ā€˜Keep your seat, Horace, and Iā€™ll get you there on time!ā€™ā ā€”and you bet you he did, too, what was left of him!ā€

At Fort Bridger, some days after this, we took on board a cavalry sergeant, a very proper and soldierly person indeed. From no other man during the whole journey, did we gather such a store of concise and well-arranged military information. It was surprising to find in the desolate wilds of our country a man so thoroughly acquainted with everything useful to know in his line of life, and yet of such inferior rank and unpretentious bearing. For as much as three hours we listened to him with unabated interest. Finally he got upon the subject of transcontinental travel, and presently said:

ā€œI can tell you a very laughable thing indeed, if you would like to listen to it. Horace Greeley went over this road once. When he was leaving Carson City he told the driver, Hank Monk, that he had an engagement to lecture at Placerville and was very anxious to go through quick. Hank Monk cracked his whip and started off at an awful pace. The coach bounced up and down in such a terrific way that it jolted the buttons all off of Horaceā€™s coat, and finally shot his head clean through the roof of the stage, and then he yelled at Hank Monk and begged him to go easierā ā€”said he warnā€™t in as much of a hurry as he was awhile ago. But Hank Monk said, ā€˜Keep your seat, Horace, and Iā€™ll get you there on time!ā€™ā ā€”and you bet you he did, too, what was left of him!ā€

When we were eight hours out from Salt Lake City a Mormon preacher got in with us at a way stationā ā€”a gentle, soft-spoken, kindly man, and one whom any stranger would warm to at first sight. I can never forget the pathos that was in his voice as he told, in simple language, the story of his peopleā€™s wanderings and unpitied sufferings. No pulpit eloquence was ever so moving and so beautiful as this outcastā€™s picture of the first Mormon pilgrimage across the plains, struggling sorrowfully onward to the land of its banishment and marking its desolate way with graves and watering it with tears. His words so wrought upon us that it was a relief to us all when the conversation drifted into a more cheerful channel and the natural features of the curious country we were in came under treatment. One matter after another was pleasantly discussed, and at length the stranger said:

ā€œI can tell you a most laughable thing indeed, if you would like to listen to it. Horace Greeley went over this road once. When he was leaving Carson City he told the driver, Hank Monk, that he had an engagement to lecture in Placerville, and was very anxious to go through quick. Hank Monk cracked his whip and started off at an awful pace. The coach bounced up and down in such a terrific way that it jolted the buttons all off of Horaceā€™s coat, and finally shot his head clean through the roof of the stage, and then he yelled at Hank Monk and begged him to go easierā ā€”said he warnā€™t in as much of a hurry as he was awhile

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