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apartments did not connect in any way, except by the two porches. Not
far from that building was another that had once been the dining room
and kitchen of the seven wives. These mormon women must be simply
idiotic, or have their tempers under good control!
It was all most interesting and a remarkable experience to have lived
in one of Brigham Young's very own houses. But the place was
ghostly--lonesome beyond everything--and when the wind moaned and
sighed through the rooms one could fancy it was the wailing of the
spirits of those seven wretched wives. When we returned at night to
the dark, unoccupied building, it seemed more spooky than ever, after
the music and light at Garfield Beach. Our meals were served to us at
the restaurant at the pavilion. I made some very good sketches of the
lake, Antelope Island, and a number of the wonderful Black Rock that
is out in the lake opposite the Brigham Young house.
About two miles from the city, and upon the side of the Wasatch
Mountains, is Camp Douglas, an army post, which the new department
commander came to inspect. The inspection was in the morning, and we
all went to see it, and were driven in the post with the booming of
cannon--the salute always given a brigadier general when he enters a
post officially. It was pretty to see the general's wife partly cover
her ears, and pretend that she did not like the noise, when all the
time her eyes were sparkling, and we knew that every roar of the big
guns added to her pride.
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