Uncle Dick and Lisa's Old Time Animal Tales

A San Francisco paper says that an immigrant, just arrived across the plains, gives the following description of a memorable journey of which many thousands of animals and so many persons of last years emigration perished.
“If there is a section of country in Gods wide extended creation that can surpass that large scope of country lying between Salt Lake Valley, and Carson’s River, for sterility of soil, scarcity of timber, and everything that has a tendency to cheer up the spirits of the warried traveler, I’m sure I don t want to see it. From the sink of Humboldt river across the desert to Carson’s River, my heart sickened at seeing the great destruction of property, viz: wagons, carriages and buggies, dead horses, mules and cattle, whose carcasses lie thick all over the ground, in a state of preservation, the skins and a good deal of the flesh being dried to the bones, the water marshes and air being impregnated with alkali, that has a tendency to keep off the devouring insects and birds of prey. But the worst had not been told. To see every two or three hundred yards a father, mother, brother or sister has been buried but the corpse is disinterred by the prowling wolf or savage Indian-the bones to bleach on the great American desert. Although I am a hardened sinner, I could not refrain from shedding tears, and feeling myself more submissive to that mighty and powerful God, who rules the universe.”