Mormon City

Passepartout was absent for several hours this morning attending a lecture in one of the cars on Mormonism. He came back and replied to our questions that it was very boring, that he learned nothing more then the history and the woes of the sect, and that he came away having no more knowledge then he had already acquired.

Salt Lake City, 1890

We arrived in Ogden at 2 this afternoon, to be there for a six hour stop. We all took this time to travel to Salt Lake City. It is American in every way, very square are the buildings. It was quite surprising that no churches or cathedrals should mark its horizon. Every town we passed had a least a chapel, so pious are these people. The streets of the City were deserted, except for small crowds of women hurrying here and there in the biting air. The town was altogether delightful, however, and Aouda found it charming. At four we again boarded the train, and it started. A Mormon came running in breathless just as the train began to move. Passepartout asked him questions, the subject of which I did not hear, but the man was apparently agitated, and after the Mormon's last exclamation, Passepartout relapsed into silence with a stern countenance.

                                                                Phileas Fogg
                                                                   6:33 PM
                                                                   Thursday
                                                                   5th of December, 1872