The Great Salt Lake.--Water actually thick with salt--too saline to sail in.--Mariners rocked on the bosom of this deep with rock salt.--The water isn't very good to drink.  *  *  * House where Mormons are initiated.--Very secret and mysterious ceremonies.--Anybody can easily find out all about them though, by going out there and becoming a Mormon.  *  *  * Echo Canyon.--A rough bluff sort of affair.--Great Echo.--When Artemus Ward went through, he heard the echoes of some things the Indians said there about four years and a half ago.  *  *  * The Plains again, with some noble savages, both in the live and dead state.--The dead one on the high shelf was killed in a Fratricidal Struggle.--They are always having Fratricidal Struggles out in that line of country.--It would be a good place for an enterprising Coroner to locate.  *  *  * Brigham Young surrounded by his wives--Those ladies are simply too numerous to mention.  *  *  * "> Those of the Audience who do not feel offended with Artemus Ward are cordially invited to call upon him, often, at his fine new house in Brooklyn.  His house is on the right hand side as you cross the Ferry, and may be easily distinguished from the other houses by its having a Cupola and a Mortgage on it.  *  *  * "Soldiers on the battle-field will be admitted to this Entertainment gratis.  *  *  *  *  *  * "The Indians on the Overland Route live on Routes and Herbs.  They are an intemperate people.  They drink with impunity, or anybody who invites them.  *  *  * "Artemus Ward delivered Lectures before ALL THE CROWNED HEADS OF EUROPE ever thought of delivering lectures. TICKETS, 50 CTS.               RESERVED CHAIRS, $1 Doors open at 7.30 P.M.; Entertainment to commence at 8. ____________________ ARTEMUS WARD PART VII. ____________________ I. THE CRUISE OF THE POLLY ANN. In overhaulin one of my old trunks the tother day, I found the follerin jernal of a vyge on the starnch canawl bote, Polly Ann, which happened to the subscriber when I was a young man (in the Brite Lexington of yooth, when thar aint no sich word as fale) on the Wabash Canawl: Monday, 2 P.M.--Got under wa.  Hosses not remarkable frisky at fust.  Had to bild fires under 'em before they'd start.  Started at larst very suddent, causin the bote for to lurch vilently and knockin me orf from my pins.  (Sailor frase.)  Sevral passenjers on bored.  Parst threw deliteful country.  Honest farmers was to work sowin korn, and other projuce in the fields.  Surblime scenery.  Large red-heded gal reclinin on the banks of the Canawl, bathin her feet. Turned in at 15 minits parst eleving. Toosdy.--Riz at 5 and went up on the poop deck.  Took a grown person's dose of licker with a member of the Injianny legislater, which he urbanely insisted on allowin me to pay for.  Bote tearin threu the briny waters at the rate of 2 Nots a hour, when the boy on the leadin hoss shoutid-- "Sale hoe!"