aaa AND PACIFIC COAST GUIDE. esac anon ohne naan nasi sin nner THE LATE BRIGHAM YOUNG’S RESIDENCE. tude of 11,011 feet above the sea. From the mouth of the canyon, about two miles north, is the little village of Al- pine, containing about 250 agriculturalists. Entering the canyon, the passage is quite narrow between the towering cliffs, which rise up in sharp peaks 600 feet in height, leaving only about 100 feet be- tween, through which the road is built, aad a sparkling little stream comes rip- pling down, the road, on its way up, cross- Pa re-crossing the stream many times. ur train is rapidly climbing, but the canyon walls seem to be much more rap- idly rising, and ata distance of. one, two and three miles, gain an additional 500 feet, until, in places, they are full 2,500 feet above the road bed. In places these cliffs are pillared and castelated granite, in others, of slate, shale and conglomerate, seamed in places as though built up from the bed of the canyon by successive layers, some as thin as a knife blade, others much thicker; then again, the rocks have the appearance of iron slag, or dark colored ‘ lava suddenly cooled, presenting to the eye every conceivable angle and fan- tastic shape—a continuous, ever-changing panorama. Imagine, then, this canyon with its grottoes, amphitheatres, and its towering crags, peaks, and needle-pointed rocks, tow- ering far above the road, overhanging it in places, with patches of eternal snow in the gloomy gorges near the summit, and clothed at all times in a mantle of green, the pine, spruce and cedar trees growing in all the nooks and gulches and away upon the sum- mit; then countless mosses and ferns cling- ing to each crevice and seam where a foot- hold can be secured, her with the mil- lions of flowers of ST ue; where thesun’s rays are sifted through countless objects on their way to-the silvery, sparkling stream below, with its miniature cascades and ed- dies. Wesay imagine all these things, and then you will only have a faint outline of inten cao tc tt cit ha aaa a ap Nat ate RC TENT the wild and romantic, picturesque and | glorious American Fork Canyon. Proceeding on up, up, around sharp crags, under the very overhanging moun- tains, we pass “ Lion Rock” on the right, and “'Telescope Peak ” on the left. In the top of the latter is a round aperture, | through which the sky beyond can_ be plainly seen; this hole is called the “ Dev- . il’s Eye.” About three miles from the mouth of the | canyon, on the left, we come to Hanging Rock. (See illustration page 29.) Close | above, on the same side, is a very large | spring, and almost immediately opposite | “Sled-runner Curve ;—an inverted vein of | rock in the side of the perpendicular cliff, resembling a sled-runner—possibly this is the Devil’s sled-runner ; who knows? Along