My Summer in a Mormon Village

Whilst the greatest effort has been made to ensure the quality of this text, due to the historical nature of this content, in some rare cases there may be minor issues with legibility. When I tell people that I went from New York to spend the summer in Utah, they look at me with such polite amazement that I hurriedly explain my errand. My friend, an enthusiastic student of birds, after her summer of study in Ohio and Colorado, was looking for new worlds to conquer. I went with her for the birds and the climate, - the too little known climate of the dry elevated region between the Rockies and the Sierra Nevada, known to geographers as the Great Basin of America.