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stay of a few days would be passed very
pleasantly.

Chalk Creek, Silver Creek, Echo Creek,
and Weber River, afford excellent trouting,
while antelope are shot near the city. The
mountains abound in bears, deer and elk.

Echo contains about 200 inhabitants, in-
cluding those settlers near by and the rail-
road employes. Coal beds, extensive ones,
are found near by, as well as an indefinite
quantity of iron ore, which must possess a
market value, sooner or later.

Near Echo City, across the Weber, a
tavine leads up the mountain side, wind-
ing and turning around among the gray
old crags, until it leads into a beautiful
little dell, in the center of which reposes
a miniature lakelet, shut in on all sides by
the hills. It is a charming, beautiful,
tiny little gem, nestled amid a gray, grand
setting of granite peaks and pine-clad
gorges—a speck of delicate etherealized
beauty amid the strength and ruggednegs
of a coarser world.

WerBER Canyon—To give a minute de-
scription of this remarkable place we can-
not attempt, as it would fill a volume
were its beauties fully delineated, and each
point of interest noted. But as one of the
grand and remarkable features of the road
it demands a notice, however meager, at
our hands. For about 40 miles the river
rushes foaming along, between two mas-
sive mountain walls, which close the land-
scape on either hand. Now, the torrent

 

 

plunges over some mighty rock which has
fallen from the towering cliff 1,000 feet
above; anon, it whirls around in frantic
struggles to escape from the boiling eddy,
thence springing forward over a short,
smooth rapid, only to repeat the plunge
again and again, until it breaks forth into
the plains, whence it glides away toward
the lake, as though exhausted with its wild
journey through the canyon.

In passing down the canyon, the traveler
should closely watch, for fresh objects of
wonder and interest will spring suddenly
into sight on either hand.

From Echo City, the cars speed along
the banks of the Weber for about four
miles, when they enter the Narrows of
Weber Canyon, through which the road is
cut for two miles, most of the way in the
side of the steep mountain that drops its
base in the river-bed.

Soon after leaving Echo City, on the
right, about 100 yards from the road, and
300 feet above it, can be seen the ‘“ Wiches’
Rocks,” a collection of red, yellow and
gray conglomerate rocks, standing out
from the side of the cliff, varying in height
from 20 to 60 feet. Shortly after entering
the Narrows, the

OnE THousanp Mine TREE is passed—
a thrifty, branching pine—bearing on its
trunk a sign-board that tells the western-
bound traveler that he has passed over
1,000 miles of railway from Omaha. This
living milestone of nature’s planting has

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

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