Mary Baldwin College - Bluestocking Yearbook (Staunton, VA)

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If. The Augusta Seminary Anmial. boss you was trom the South ? I knowed it, ' cause all dem Southern ladies is tall. Among other friends was an interesting bridal party, consisting of a groom of seventj ' 5 ' ' ears, a bride of twent) - three, and a step-daughter of twenty-five dressed in mourn- ing for her mother, who had died only six months before. The marriage had taken place in San Francisco the day we left, and the three were on their way to Europe. We had all been looking forward with pleasure to the Black Caiion, and our young bride was especially exuberent upon reaching it. When vre were about half-way through the Caiion, and all were rapt in admiration, she looked up at her husband and said, innocently But where is the cannon ? Another acquaintance was an old gentleman who had gone through the desert in an emigrant wagon with the forty-niners. He was familiar with almost every point, and frequently seemed touched when recalling by gone days. We reached Salt Lake City tired and dusty, and were glad to spend two days wandering through its cool avenues. When we pursued our journey, we found ourselves again in a desert not unlike the one through which we had just come; but to this we were only doomed for one da}-. When we reached Grand Junction, where we were to change cars, we found a wreck ahead, and could only run within half a mile of the station. One of our passengers secured a torch, and, with baggage in hand, by the flicker- ing light of the miner ' s torch, we finished our trip through the desert on foot, with that uncertain feeling which it gives one to walk through sand. It was a relief to feel that we were at last rid of those monotonous days and the burning heat, but no sooner had I closed my eyes than I was again in the midst of an alkali bed, and trying to lower my window, or again trudging over that last half mile, and as I dreamed of the fountain at Humboldt, a jar of the train awoke me to look upon green trees and grass, and the clear cool water at the mouth of the Black Canon. Ethel Gibbs.