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At Pueblo they laid over for a day and a half to wait for another train to come through the mountains. The mountains were so steep that the only way to get the trains up over them was to put one engine on front and the other on back (one to push and one to pull) up the steep hills and then to hold them back as they went down the steep grades. Maggie was very frightened of the mountains and very homesick. When they were on the high ridges where Maggie could look down into the canyons she was very sure that they would fall down into them. The high mountains did not look very beautiful to the little fifteen year old from the low rolling hills of the Bluegrass country of Kentucky, and Tennessee and Illinois. She was very thankful when they reached Salt Lake City and the long trip was over.