Identifier: glimpseofgreatsa00uni (find matches)
Title: A glimpse of Great Salt Lake, Utah ..
Year: 1891 (1890s)
Authors: Union Pacific railway company. (from old catalog) Lambourne, Alfred, (from old catalog) illus
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Publisher: (Chicago, Rand, McNally and co., printers)
Contributing Library: The Library of Congress
Digitizing Sponsor: Sloan Foundation

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ocks, and then cast adrift by a shifting wind. At sunset a strong gale com-menced to blow, issuing from the north-northwest, and increasing each momentin force and power. Unable to beat against it, we cast anchor in the nearestbay, one sheltered somewhat on the west, but unfortunately open to the north.At twilight a wild and thrilling spectacle. The wind had grown stronger, thewaves higher. In almost ocean size they came hurrying from windward, tossingtheir white manes, sweeping past us in thick-set ranks, to burst on the shore ina deluge of foam. Straining at its cable, our yacht staggered with each blowof the heavy water; while from mast and rigging came an answering whistle tothe blast. Across the lake, to the north and northwest, a strange crystallinelight illumined the air. To the west, a lurid glare of color streamed upward onthe wind-torn clouds, finding an echo on the far-off Weber Cliffs. To the east,the sky was all but cloudless; the lake a cold, sheeny green; and across its
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(13) A GLIMPSE OF GREAT SALT LAKE. 13 whirling surface lay a shivering trail of pallid gray, pointing where the moon,dim and pale, the ghost of a dead world, lifted above the distant Wahsatchpeaks, and stared at the acrid waters of a dead sea. At ii p. m. the windsabating, the waves sinking, the sky clearing. All quiet on board our yacht. A beautiful sight accompanied the following dawn. It was Venus asmorning star, making the east lovely with her clear white light. Not a speck orthread of cloud was in the sky from which she smiled upon us. So glassy calmlay the waters, it seemed scarcely possible they had raged so fiercely the nightbefore; and so clear they were, we could see the bowlders on the lake-bed fullthirty feet below. Breakfast over, and our anchor raised, we made an unpleasant discovery.The strain imposed upon it had broken the ring; one of the rudders, also, hadbeen torn from its lower fastening; so these discoveries, combined with the factthat we had neglected to bring ex

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