noon
The sight was most refreshing after so much mountain and arid expanse , and the tired travellers brightened up visibly . `` One of the states has the motto , ` Here we rest ' -- I 've forgotten which it is -- but it ought to be Utah , '' said Hobart , `` and now 's the time . '' He was not disappointed . They came before noon to Belleville , the metropolis of the valley , the place where the candidate was going to speak , one of the prettiest little towns that ever built its nest in the Rocky Mountains . They were all enthusiastic over it , with its trim houses , its well-paved streets , the clear water flowing beside the curbs , and its air of completion . The people , too , had all the Western courage and energy , without its roughness and undue expression , and so the candidate and his party luxuriated . `` You would n't think that this gem of a town was harried more by Indians in its infancy than perhaps any other place in the West , would you ? ''