Burton: To Carson Lake. 17th October.

Burton:  To Fort Churchill. 18th October.

Burton: Hurrah again—in! 19th October.

(The City of the Saints)

Sunday, Aug 11.—Passed points declared by the driver to be the highest we had crossed. Saturday and Sunday nights were very cold, though the days were very warm.  (Orion)

On the seventeenth day we passed the highest mountain peaks we had yet seen, and although the day was very warm the night that followed upon its heels was wintry cold and blankets were next to useless.
On the eighteenth day we encountered the eastward-bound telegraph- constructors at Reese River station and sent a message to his Excellency Gov. Nye at Carson City (distant one hundred and fifty-six miles).

Burton:  To Ruby Valley. 7th October.

Burton:  To “Chokop's" Pass. 8th October, 1860.

Burton: To the Wilderness again. 9th October.

Burton: To Sheawit Creek. 10th October, [Roberts Station]

Friday, Aug. 9.—Sunrise. Across the desert, 45 miles, and at the commencement of the “little Desert.” 2 o’clock, across the little desert, 23 miles, [approx 20 miles between Simpson's Springs and Dugway] and 163 miles from Salt Lake, being 68 miles across the two deserts, with only a spring at Fish Creek Station to separate them. [Willow Creek on the western side] They are called deserts because there is no water in them. They are barren, but so is the balance of the route.  (Orion)

At four P.M. we had doubled our distance and were ninety or a hundred miles from Salt Lake.

See Burton To Ruby Valley

See Burton To Meadow Creek. 27th September. 

Thursday, Aug. 8.— Arrived at the edge of the desert, 95 miles from Salt Lake City, at 4 P. M.  [Simpson's Springs] (Clemens)

See Burton To Tophet. 28th September. 

I left Great Salt Lake a good deal confused as to what state of things existed there—and sometimes even questioning in my own mind whether a state of things existed there at all or not. But presently I remembered with a lightening sense of relief that we had learned two or three trivial things there which we could be certain of; and so the two days were not wholly lost. For instance, we had learned that we were at last in a pioneer land, in absolute and tangible reality.

From Orion: 4 P. M., arrived on the summit of “Big mountain,” 15 miles from Salt Lake City, when the most gorgeous view of mountain peaks yet encountered, burst on our sight.

From Burton Echo Kanyon, August 24th and The End—Hurrah! August 25th.

(The City of the Saints)

Twain, of course, had a different impression of the "Destroying Angel" Ephe Hanks than did Burton:

From Burton:  23d August. Fort Bridger

(The City of the Saints)

From Orion: Sunday, Aug. 4.—Crossed Green River. It is something like the Illinois, except that it is a very pretty clear river. The place we crossed was about 70 miles from the summit of the South Pass. Uinta mountains in sight, with snow on them, and portions of their summits hidden by the clouds. About 5 P. M arrived at Fort Bridger, on Black’s Fork of Green river, 52 miles from the crossing of Green river, about 120 miles from the South Pass, and 1025 miles from St. Joseph.