wandering about, I had not seen one single living soul. There stood the sheds built over the mines. But no one was about. At the door of one of them was a cart with its horses. But no driver. This extraordinary absence of life gave the hill-top a strange solemnity--and though I knew that under my feet the earth was alive with human beings, and though every now and then a little pipe sticking out of a shed would suddenly snort and give about fifty little angry puffs at the rate of a thousand a minute, the utter solitude was so fascinating that I understood at once why pine-covered mountains, especially where mines are worked, should all the world over be such favourite sites in legend and ballad for the home of elfin and goblin folk. The afternoon was passing before I set out homeward and I could hardly get along, so often did I turn round to look back at the views behind me. And in front, and on either side, were the hills, with their hidden hoards of silver and lead, watching the town, whence they know the miners will some day issue to attack them, and on their slopes lay mustered the shattered battalions of their pines, here looking as if invading the town, into which their skirmishers, dotted about among the houses, had already fought their way; there, as if they were retreating up the hillside with their ranks closed against the houses that pursued them, or straggling away up the slopes and over the crest in all the disorder of defeat. And so, down on to the level of the plateau again, with its traffic and animation and all the busy life of a hardworking town. CHAPTER IV. FROM LEADVILLE TO SALT LAKE CITY. What is the conductor of a Pullman Car?--Cannibalism fatal to lasting friendships--Starving Peter to feed Paul--Connexion between Irish cookery and Parnellism--Americans not smokers--In Denver--"The Queen City of the Plains"--Over the Rockies--Pride in a cow, and what came of it--Sage-brush--Would ostriches pay in the West?--Echo canyon--The Mormons' fortifications--Great Salt Lake in sight. WHAT is the "conductor" of a Pullman car? Is he a private gentleman travelling for his pleasure, a duke in disguise, or is he a servant of the company placed on the cars to see to the comfort, &c., of the company's customers? I should like to know, for sometimes I have been puzzled to find out. The porter is an admirable institution, when he is amenable to reason, and I have been fortunate enough to find myself often entrusted to perfectly rational specimens. The experiences of travellers have, as I know from their books, been sometimes very different from mine--ladies, especially, complaining--but for myself I consider the Union Pacific admirably manned.