The grounds next day were still in bad shape, and long before the game was over we were covered with mud from head to heels.
The game was a good one so far as the All-Americans were concerned, but a bad one on the part of the Chicago players, the game going against us by a score of 10 to 3.
That we could not have had pleasant weather and seen more of Salt Lake City and its environs is a matter of regret with us to this day.

The evening of November 1st found us aboard the cars and off for 'Frisco, the Paris of America.

Arriving at Ogden at midnight, we found two special sleepers awaiting us, and were soon once more en route.
The next day time hung somewhat heavy on our hands and the view from the car window soon became monotonous.

Dreary wastes of sage brush greeted us on every hand, walled in by the mountains that, bare of verdure, raised their heads above the horizon some thirty miles away.

To the pioneers who crossed those arid wastes in search of the new El Dorado, belongs all honor and praise, but how they ever managed to live and to reach the promised land is indeed a mystery.
The morning of November 3d found us away up among the mountains of the Sierra Nevada range, and here the scenery was a magnificent description, the great peaks being clothed almost to their very summits in robes of evergreen.