Young men who had no family could possibly get through, and save time even if the road was not as good as Los Angeles road.

But said he "If you decide to follow Smith I will go will go with you, even if the road leads to Hell." On the route from near Salt Lake to this point we found the country to grow more barren as we progressed.

The grass was thinner, and sage brush took the place of timber.

Our road took us in sight of Sevier Lake, and also, while going through the low hills, passed Little Salt Lake, which was almost dry, with a beach around it almost as white as snow.

It might have had a little more the dignity of a lake in wet weather, but it was a rather dry affair as we saw it.
At one point on this route we came into a long narrow valley, well covered with sage brush, and before we had gone very far we discovered that this was a great place for long eared rabbits, we would call them Jack Rabbits now.