Boy Scouts Beyond The Seas
sixty years ago. They were men whose religion allowed them to marry several wives each, but this has now been put a stop to by law.
In Salt Lake City are some fine public buildings, and the Temple is a very handsome one with several steeples to it; but alongside it is the Tabernacle, a very different looking affair; it is a huge low building with a curved roof over the whole which makes it look almost like a big airship squatting on the ground. But it can take a very large number of people inside it – something like 12,000.
After leaving Ogden, a few miles west of Salt Lake City, our railway performs one of its pleasing tricks again, for it suddenly turns south and runs out along a pier straight to seaward across the great lake.
For twenty-three miles this pier or causeway runs till at last it reaches the far shore. Of course, the lake is very shallow, but it is strange to find yourself travelling apparently on the sea almost out of sight of the shore in a railway train.
All night again in the train, till in the early morning we find ourselves once more twisting and turning among the mountains of the Sierra Nevada, which is the Spanish for “Snowy Mountains.”
And they are snowy.
They are covered with forests of fir trees and all under deep fresh snow. It is all very beautiful, and the railway twists and turns in a marvellous fashion round the great shoulders of the mountains, along the faces of steep precipices where you look down on the tree-tops far below, and on frozen streams right down in the bottom of the valleys.
However, a great deal of the view is shut out from you, for, for thirty-seven miles, the railway runs through a wooden tunnel which is put up to protect the line from the deep snowdrifts which would otherwise block it up.
Windows have been left here and there in the sides of the tunnel, so that passengers can get a glimpse every now and then of the scenery they are passing through.
Disappearance of a City
With the exception of my old friend Rio de Janeiro, in Brazil, San Francisco is the most beautifully situated city that I have seen. It stands on a number of hills forming an arm of land which locks in a great bay from the Pacific Ocean.
There is one narrow channel between headlands which connects the bay with the sea, but from the seaward this channel does not show at all. The coast looks like a solid line of cliffs, so that this entrance, which is known as “The Golden Gate,” escaped even the keen eye of that great sea scout Sir Francis Drake, when he came sailing up that way.
He had sailed all that immense distance from England down to South America., round the southern end of it, through the Magellan Straits, and then all the thousands of miles up past Valparaiso and Panama to California. Just close to the Golden Gate is a sheltered little bay, and here Drake landed, and, like a good scout, gave thanks to God, as his first step on landing, for having brought him safely so far.
A monument has been put up to mark the place where this, the first Christian service, was held in this part of the world.
The splendid harbour afforded by the bay soon made it the great port of Western America for ships sailing to the South Sea Islands and to Japan, and what we call the East (though to America it is the west). Thus the town of San Francisco has grown into a huge seaport and city.