three o'clock
The train got to Ogden at two o'clock , and did not start again until six ; so Mr. Fogg and party had time to visit the City of the Saints by the branch-line to Ogden . They passed a couple of hours in that very American town , built , like all cities in the Union , with the `` melancholy sadness of right angles , '' as Victor Hugo said . In America , where everything is supposed to be done on the square , though the people do not reach that level , cities , houses , and follies are all done `` squarely . '' At three o'clock our travellers were walking about the city . They remarked very few churches , but the public buildings were the house of the prophet , the court , the arsenal ; houses of blue brick , with porches and verandahs surrounded by gardens , in which were palm-trees and acacias , etc. . A stone wall ran round the city . In the principal street was the market-place and several hotels ; amongst them Salt Lake House rose up .