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  • 1870: May
      "Interview with Father Smith"

  •    Fayette Lapham's Interview with Jos. Smith, Sr.

  • 1870: November
      "Birthplace of Joseph Smith"

  •    Daniel Woodward's letter on Jos. Smith, Sr.

        Transcriber's Comments




       






    THE

    HISTORICAL  MAGAZINE.

    Vol. VIII.                                       May, 1870.                                       No. 5.
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    THE  MORMONS.

    INTERVIEW WITH THE FATHER OF JOSEPH SMITH,
    THE
    MORMON PROPHET, FORTY YEARS AGO.
    His Account of the Finding of the Sacred Plates.


    BY FAYETTE LAPHAM, ESQR.

    I think it was in the year 1830, I heard that some ancient records had been discovered that would throw some new light upon the subject of religion; being deeply interested in the matter, I concluded to go to the place and learn for myself
     




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    the truth of the matter. Accompanied by a friend, Jacob Ramsdell, I set out to find the Smith family, then residing some three or four miles South of the village of Palmyra, Wayne-County, New York, and near the line of the town of Manchester. Joseph, Junior, afterwards so well known, not being at home, we applied to his father for the information we wanted. This Joseph Smith, Senior, we soon learned, from his own lips, was a firm believer in witchcraft and other supernatural things; and had brought up his family in the same belief. He also believed that there was a vast amount of money buried somewhere in the country; that it would some day be found; that he himself had spent both time and money searching for it, with divining rods, but had not succeeded in finding any, though sure that he eventually would.

    In reply to our question, concerning the ancient records that had been found, he remarked that they had suffered a great deal of persecution on account of them; that many had been there for that purpose, and had made evil reports of them, intimating that perhaps we had come for a like purpose; but, becoming satisfied of our good intentions and that we only sought correct information, he gave us the following history, as near as I can repeat his words:

    His son Joseph, whom he called the illiterate, when about fourteen years of age, happened to be where a man was looking into a dark stone and telling people, therefrom, where to dig for money and other things. Joseph requested the privilege of looking into the stone, which he did by putting his face into the hat where the stone was. It proved to be not the right stone for him; but he could see some things, and, among them, he saw the stone, and where it was, in which he could see whatever he wished to see. Smith claims and believes that there is a stone of this quality, somewhere, for every one. The place where he saw the stone was not far from their house; and, under pretence of digging a well, they found water and the stone at a depth of twenty or twenty-two feet. After this, Joseph spent about two years looking into this stone, telling fortunes, where to find lost things, and where to dig for money and other hidden treasure. About this time he became concerned as to his future state of existence, and was baptized, becoming thus a member of the Baptist Church. Soon after joining the Church, he had a very singular dream; but he did not tell his father of his dream, until about a year afterwards. He then told his father that, in his dream, a very large and tall man appeared to him, dressed in an ancient suit of clothes, and the clothes were bloody. And the man said to him that there was a valuable treasure, buried many years since, and not far from that place; and that he had now arrived for it to be brought to light, for the benefit of the world at large; and, if he would strictly follow his directions, he would direct him to the place where it was deposited, in such a manner that he could obtain it. He then said to him, that he would have to get a certain coverlid, which he described, and an old-fashioned suit of clothes, of the same color, and a napkin to put the treasure in; and go to a certain tree, not far distant, and when there, he would see other objects that he would take or keep in range and follow, until he was directed to stop, and there he would find the treasure that he was in pursuit of; and when he had obtained it, he must not lay it down until he placed it in the napkin. "And," says Smith, "in the course of a year, I succeeded in finding all the articles, as directed; and one dark night Joseph mounted his horse, and, aided by some supernatural light, he succeeded in finding the starting point and the objects in range." Following these, as far as he could with the horse without being directed to stop, he proceeded on foot, keeping the range in view, until he arrived at a large boulder, of several tons weight, when he was immediately impressed with the idea that the object of his pursuit was under that rock. Feeling around the edge, he found that the under side was fiat. Being a stout man, and aided by some super-natural power, he succeeded in turning the rock upon its edge, and under it he found a square block of masonry, in the centre of which were the articles referred to by the man seen in the dream. Taking up the first article, he saw others below; laying down the first, he endeavored to secure the others; but, before he could get hold of them, the one he had taken up slid back to the place he had taken it from, and, to his great surprize and terror, the rock immediately fell back to its former place, nearly crushing him in its descent. His first thought was that he had not properly secured the rock when it was turned up, and accordingly he again tried to lift it, but now in vain; he next tried with the aid of levers, but still without success. While thus engaged, he felt something strike him on the breast, which was repeated the third time, always with increased force, the last such as to lay him upon his back. As he lay there, he looked up and saw the same large man that had appeared in his dream, dressed in the same clothes. He said to him that, when the treasure was deposited there, he was sworn to take charge of and protect that property, until the time should arrive for it to be exhibited to the world of mankind; and, in order to prevent his making an improper disclosure, he was murdered or slain on the spot, and the treasure had been under his charge ever since. He said to him that he had not followed his directions; and, in consequence of laying the article down before
     




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    putting it in the napkin, he could not have the article now; but that if he would come again, one year from that time, he could then have them. The year passed over before Joseph was aware of it, so time passed by; but he went to the place of deposit, where the same man appeared again, and said he had not been punctual in following his directions, and, in consequence, he could not have the article yet. Joseph asked when he could have them; and the answer was, "Come in one year from this time, and bring your oldest brother with you; then you may have them." During that year, it so happened that his oldest brother died; but, at the end of the year, Joseph repaired to the place again, and was told by the man who still guarded the treasure, that, inasmuch as he could not bring his oldest brother, he could not have the treasure yet; but there would be another person appointed to come with him in one year from that time, when he could have it. Joseph asked, "How shall I know the person?" and was told that the person would be known to him at sight. During that year, Joseph went to the town of Harmony, in the State of Pennsylvania, at the request of some one who wanted the assistance of his divining rod and stone in finding hidden treasure, supposed to have been deposited there by the Indians or others. While there, he fell in company with a young woman; and, when he first saw her, he was satisfied that she was the person appointed to go with him to get the treasure he had so often failed to secure. To insure success, he courted and married her. When his work was ended at Harmony, he returned with her to his father's, in Wayne county; and, at the expiration of the year, he procured a horse and light wagon, with a small chest and a pillow-case, and proceeded, punctually, with his wife, to find the hidden treasure. When they had gone as far as they could with the wagon, Joseph took the pillow-case and started for the rock. Upon passing a fence, a host of devils began to screech and to scream, and made all sorts of hideous yells, for the purpose of terrifying him and preventing the attainment of his object; but Joseph was courageous, and pursued his way, in spite of them all. Arriving at the stone, he again lifted it, with the aid of superhuman power, as at first, and secured the first, or uppermost article, this time putting it carefully into the pillow-case, before laying it down. He now attempted to secure the remainder; but just then the same old man appeared, and said to him, that the time had not yet arrived for their exhibition to the world; but that when the proper time came he should have them, and exhibit them with the one he had now secured; until that time arrived, no one must be allowed to touch the one he had in his possession; for if they did, they would be knocked down by some superhuman power. Joseph ascertained that the remaining articles were a gold hilt and chain, and a gold ball with two pointers. The hilt and chain had once been part of a sword of unusual size; but the blade had rusted away and become useless. Joseph then turned the rock back, took the article in the pillow-case, and returned to the wagon; the devils, with more hideous yells than before, followed him to the fence; as he was getting over the fence, one of the devils struck him a blow on his side, where a black and blue spot remained three or four days; but Joseph persevered and brought the article safely home. "I weighed it," said Mr. Smith, Senior, "and it weighed thirty pounds."

    In answer to our question, as to what it was that Joseph had thus obtained, he said it consisted of a set of gold plates, about six inches wide, and nine or ten inches long. They were in the form of a book, half an inch thick, but were not bound at the back, like our books, but were held together by several gold rings, in such a way that the plates could be opened similar to a book. Under the first plate, or lid, he found a pair of spectacles, about one and a half inches longer than those used at the present day, the eyes not of glass, but of diamond. On the next page were representations of all the masonic implements, as used by masons at the present day. The remaining pages were closely written over in characters of some unknown tongue, the last containing the alphabet of this unknown language. Joseph, not being able to read the characters, made a copy of some of them, which he showed to some of the most learned men of the vicinity. All the clue he could obtain was from George Crane, who said he had seen a Pass that had been given to Luther Bradish, when traveling through the Turkish dominions; and he thought the characters resembled those of that Pass. Accordingly, Joseph went to Franklin-county, and saw Mr. Bradish, who could not read the strange characters, but advised him to return home and go into other business. But Joseph was not willing to give up the matter, without further trial; and from Franklin county he went to New York city, where the most learned man then in the city told him that, with few exceptions, the characters were Arabic, but not enough to make any thing out. Returning home, he one day tried the spectacles, and found that, by looking through them, he could see everything -- past, present, and future -- and could also read and understand the characters written on the plates. Before proceeding to translate the characters, Joseph was directed to choose twelve Apostles, who must be men who believed in the supernatural. He would not err in cho[o]sing them, as he would know the proper persons as soon as he saw them. One was to be
     




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    a Scribe. After much opposition, Joseph succeeded in finding the requisite number of believers, among them Martin Harris, who was chosen Scribe. After having made these necessary arrangements, Joseph was directed not to make the translation where there was so much opposition; hence, after procuring the necessary materials, he and Martin went to Harmony, in Pennsylvania, where they would be less persecuted, and where Joseph, with spectacles on, translated the characters on the gold plates, and Harris recorded the result.

    After thus translating a number of plates, Harris wanted to return to Palmyra, taking a part of the writings with hint; but the Lord objected, for fear that Harris would show them to unbelievers, who would make sport and derision of them. But Harris finally obtained leave to take them, on condition that he should let no one see them, except those who believed in them; in this he was indiscreet, and showed them to some one that he ought not to. When he next went to his drawer to get them, behold! they were not there; the Lord had taken them away. *

    Joseph and Harris returned to Harmony, and found the plates missing -- the Lord had taken them also. Then Joseph put on the spectacles, and saw where the Lord had hid them, among the rocks, in the mountains. Though not allowed to get them, he could, by the help of the spectacles, read them where they were, as well as if they were before him. They were directed not to re-translate the part already gone over, for fear the new work would not correspond, in every particular, with the old; their enemies might take advantage of that circumstance, and condemn the whole. But they could begin where they left off, and translate until they were directed to stop; for, in consequence of their indiscretion, they would not be allowed to translate the whole, at present. At some future time, they would be allowed to translate the whole; and then their translation, the gold plates, the gold hilt, ball and pointers could all be circulated together, each a witness of the others.

    In answer to our question as to the subject of the translation, he said it was the record of a certain number of Jews, who, at the time of crossing the Red Sea, left the main body and went away by themselves; finally became a rich and prosperous nation; and, in the course of time, became so wicked that the Lord determined to destroy them from off the face of the earth. But there was one virtuous man among them, whom the Lord warned in a dream to take his family and depart, which he accordingly did; and, after traveling three days, he remembered that he had left some papers, in the office where he had been an officer, which he thought would be of use to him in his journeyings. He sent his son back to the city to get them; and when his son arrived in the city, it was night, and he found the citizens had been having a great feast, and were all drunk. When he went to the office to get his father's papers he was told that the chief clerk was not in, and he must find [him] before he could have the papers. He then went into the street in search of him; but every body being drunk, he could get but little information of his whereabouts, but, after searching a long time, he found him lying in the street, dead drunk, clothed in his official habiliments, his sword having a gold hilt and chain, lying by his side -- and this is the same that was found with the gold plates. Finding that he could do nothing with him in that situation, he drew the sword, cut off the officer's head, cast off this own outer garments, and, assuming those of the officer, returned to the office where the papers were readily obtained, with which he returned to where his father was waiting for him. The family then moved on, for several days, when they were directed to stop and get materials to make brass plates upon which to keep a record of their journey; also to erect a tabernacle, wherein they could go and inquire whenever they became bewildered or at a loss what to do. After all things were ready, they started on their journey, in earnest; a gold ball went before them, having two pointers, one pointing steadily the way they should go, the other the way to where they could get provisions and other necessaries. After traveling many days, they came to a mountain, from which they were directed to get gold plates to keep their records upon, and to transfer to them those already on the brass plates. Finishing these, they resumed their journey; and, after traveling many days, came to a wide water, where they were directed to build a vessel. When this was completed, they set sail, still directed by the gold ball. After sailing a long time, they came to land, went on shore, and thence they traveled through boundless forests, until, at length, they came to a country where there were a great many lakes; which country had once been settled by a very large race of men, who were very rich, having a great deal of money. From some unknown cause, this nation had become extinct; "but that money," said Smith, "is here, now, every dollar of it." When they, the Jews, first beheld this country, they sent out spies to see what manner of country it was, who reported that the country appeared to have been settled by a very large race of men, and had been, to all appearances, a very rich agricultural and manufacturing nation. They also found something of which they did not know the use, but when they went into the tabernacle, a voice said, "What have you got in your hand,

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    there?" They replied that they did not know, but had come to inquire; when the voice said, "Put it on your face, and put your face in a skin, and you will see what it is." They did so, and could see everything of the past, present, and future; and it was the same spectacles that Joseph found with the gold plates.

    The gold ball stopped here and ceased to direct them any further; the family took possession of the country; their descendants became a great nation; among them were prophets who foretold the coming of Christ, and said that, as a sign of his coming, there would be three days in which there would be no night, for the light of day would continue during three days. In process of time the sign appeared as foretold by the prophets; and when Christ left Jerusalem he came to this nation; and, finding them much more perfect and harmonious in their religious views than the Jews were at Jerusalem, he was more particular in giving them instructions as to baptism, and said they must go down into the water, and be put under the water, and come up out of the water. But, after this, they became corrupt and wicked; enmity and discord prevailed among them, to such an extent, that they could no longer dwell together; hence they divided up into tribes, were scattered over the face of the earth, and their descendants are the American Indians.

    At this point, the interview came to an end; and my friend and myself returned home, fully convinced that we had smelt a large mice.



       






    THE

    HISTORICAL  MAGAZINE.

    Vol. VIII.                                   Nov., 1870.                                   No. 11.
    [p. 315]

    BIRTHPLACE AND EARLY RESIDENCE
    OF JOSEPH SMITH, JR.

    TO THE EDITOR OF THE TRANSCRIPT: -- The different authors who have given biographical notices of the above noted individual disagree in relation to the place of his nativity. Coolidge and Mansfield, in their History of New England, says that Joe Smith, the founder of Mormonism, was born and spent his youthful days in Sharon. Mr. Tucker, in his History of
     




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    the Rise and Progress of Mormonism, says that "Joseph Smith, Jr., was born in Sharon, Windsor county, Vermont, Dec. 13, 1805. He was the son of Joseph Smith, Sr., who removed from Royalton, Vermont, to Palmyra, N. Y., in the Summer of 1816." Mr. Drake says that Joseph Smith, Jr., was born in Sharon. Other notices say that Joe was born in Royalton.

    I am a native of Royalton, Vermont, and resided in that town for a long period. A short time since, I had an interview with John L. Bowman, who was formerly a Constable and Collector of Taxes, in Royalton. I inquired in relation to the farm house of Joseph Smith, Sr.; and he answered that it was his opinion that the house, lot and buildings of Mr. Smith were in Royalton, near the Sharon line, and the farm partly in Sharon. Not feeling quite satisfied, I wrote to the Hon. Daniel Woodard, formerly a Judge of the Windsor county Court, and received the following information:

    "I have recently been upon the ground where Joe Smith first saw the light. The house was upon the top of the high ridge of land between Royalton and Sharon; and the buildings were located in Royalton. It is a beautiful place, in Summer, and is secluded from disturbance by the outside world. Joe's mother was the daughter of Solomon Mack, an infirm man, who used to ride about the country, on horse back, using a woman's saddle, or what is termed a 'side-saddle.' Joseph Smith, Sr., was, at times, engaged in hunting for Captain Kidd's buried treasure; and he also became implicated with one, Jack Downing, in counterfeiting money, but turned State's evidence and escaped the penalty. The Smith family moved from the old farm, farther into Royalton, about one-half or three-fourths of a mile from my father's, and was living there while our house was building; and Joe came to the raising. I think it was in 1812; and Joe was then about eight years of age."

    Joseph Smith, Sr., once more made a removal, in Royalton, to the Metcalf neighborhood; resided there a few years; and then, with all his family, including the prophet, departed for New York. I well recollect Mr. Mack, of whom Judge Woodard speaks; and his business on horseback was selling an autobiography of himself. I think it is now settled that Joe Smith was born in Royalton, and resided there until the family all removed out of the State.
                                        VERMONTER, IN CAMBRIDGE.

    -- Boston Transcript.



     




    The Galaxy
    Vols. 12, 14
    (NYC: Sheldon & Co. 1870-1872)

       
  • 1870 Feb.  Brigham Young

  •    
  • 1872 Nov.  Saved from the Mormons I
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  • 1872 Dec.  Saved from the Mormons II


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  • Transcriber's Comments


  •         (these texts are under construction)



     




    John Codman
    (1814-1900)
    "Through Utah"
    The Galaxy XX:3-6
    (NYC: Sheldon & Co. Sept.-Dec. 1875)

       
  • pg. 314   Parts 1-3: Sept.
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  • pg. 487   Parts 4-7: Oct.
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  • pg. 614   Parts 8-11: Nov.
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  • pg. 790   Parts 12-14: Dec.

  •    
  • 1881 John Codman article

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  • Transcriber's Comments




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    THROUGH  UTAH.

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    I.

    LAST summer and autumn comprised our second season in Utah. Accompanied by my wife, I had leisurely travelled over the northern part of the territory, advancing into Idaho, where we passed the delightful month of August, at the comparatively unknown but wonderfully health-restoring Soda Springs. Thence we journeyed south and east, through the Bear Lake district and along the banks of that water, rivalling in transparent beauty and grand surroundings Lake George, Tahoe, or Geneva. Coming down from those lofty plains, six thousand feet above the level of the sea, we emerged through Logan canyon amid an indescribable magnificence of scenery, and found our way to the city of Salt Lake, from whence we had taken our departure.

    This journey of several hundred miles had been chiefly accomplished on horseback, by which pleasant and exhilarating method of travelling we had been enabled to see more of the country and to form more correct ideas of its peculiar people, than by observation in any other way.

    We were everywhere most hospitably entertained, in a region which fortunately for our purpose was generally without hotels. It is scarcely necessary to remark that as ladies are more communicative with each other than with a sex less accustomed to questions and answers, I had unsurpassed opportunities for obtaining information of domestic affairs. The impressions of that tour were given to the readers of the New York "Evening Post," and I now propose to furnish similar but more general experiences of the country and people of western and southern Utah. We were told that as we had hitherto seen only Salt Lake City and the northern part of the territory, our favorable opinions would be dissipated when we beheld the ignorance, poverty, and degradation of th.e south; but we found that those who gave us this information possessed the first of these characteristics themselves.

    We are constrained to admit that notwithstanding the abnormal practice of matrimony which prevails in many families, the Mormons as a class are, with this single exception, a virtuous, industrious, happy, and religious peo- ple. In very many respects their traducers might improve their own lives by imitating theirs. In this series of papers, when it comes in my way to remark upon the society into which we were thrown, I shall do so with the same impartiality I have heretofore endeavored to maintain. That there may be no misunderstanding of my sentiments, I will say in the outset that I consider the practice of polygamy a dark stain upon an otherwise attractive picture, a crime against the law of the land, and a serious drawback to the prosperity of Utah. Most ardently desiring its abolition, I am opposed to all Congressional legislation intended to accomplish it, but in reality conducing to its continuance.

    I do not know if slavery could have been brought to an end without war, but we are all aware that there was a class of patriots who preferred to end it in that way, and whose rancor has not abated with its extinction. There is a similar spirit abroad as opposed to polygamy. There are "Gentile ring" politicians in Utah, and there are ignorant and fanatical politicians in Washington. The former desire revolutionary trouble from selfish motives, and the latter legislate in accordance with their wishes chiefly from ignorance or a craving for popularity. The intent of the one and the practice of the other is only evil, and that continually.

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    ring of Salt Lake City, but it may not be in vain to appeal to our national legislators, and to ask them to abstain from forcible measures when the end can be attained more readily by simply leaving polygamy to the omnipotent jurisdiction of railroads and fashions, and to the common sense of the rising and more cultured generation who, seeing its evil influences on their parents, are almost universally opposed to it.

    Scarcely a traveller on the pleasure trip to California omits to spend a day or two at Salt Lake. In a short stay tourists are scarcely able to form correct opinions of everything they see and hear, although they often persuade themselves that they have acquired the fullest information. Yet they do succeed in furnishing the press with such abundant descriptions of the town and its immediate surroundings, that I should not be thanked for again travelling over their narrow but well-beaten paths.

    I prefer to take my readers at once on excursions similar to those I have already mentioned. These too were accomplished generally in wagons and on horseback, in the same company and with the same advantages.

    Without more preface, we will leave the city on a pleasant day about the close of September last, and as we travel west and south we will see the Great Salt Lake, the mountains, the valleys, the mines, and the people.

    The distance from Salt Lake City to Ophir canyon is fifty-five miles. When the Utah Western railroad is completed so far as contemplated, this will be one of the most agreeable excursions from the city. Then it was a tedious dusty drive in the stage-coach. Still, there are many pleasant views to be had from the road, which passes across the long desert wastes and over the spurs of rugged mountains. I shall have more to say of the railroad system of Utah in the course of this narrative. In no part of the Union has it been so economically or profitably developed under more discouraging conditions.

    Isolated from the outside world of business, a self-dependent people, constantly under the ban of their countrymen, who claim a higher standard of virtue and civilization, the Mormons have been stimulated by circumstances to display a wonderful energy.

    When the Union Pacific railroad extended itself to the confines of their territory, they at once realized the advantages that would accrue to them from connection with it. The "Utah Central," uniting the Union and Central Pacifics with Salt Lake, a distance south of thirty-eight miles, was immediately commenced; the Utah Southern has since been extended seventy-seven miles still further to the south, and will soon reach the southern limits of the territory. Three narrow-gauge roads, of from fifteen to twenty-five miles in length, are profitably operated in connection with this main trunk, and now the Utah Western is fairly under way, and by the next season will have been finished forty-five miles, to Stockton Lake, the nearest practicable approach to the rich mining districts of Ophir and Dry canyons. This country is admirably adapted to the construction and profitable running of narrow-gauge roads. The cheapness of the grading, the iron, and the equipment will combine to greatly lessen their first cost and running expenses.

    Experience gained on the roads previously built has enabled the projectors of the Utah Western to avoid mistakes and to adopt such improvements that an absolute success will be insured. The grade of this road being less than that of any of the others, and the mining regions to which it advances being the most profitable localities of Utah, give it superior advantages above them all.

    Whatever may have been the calculations of Brigham Young in secluding his people from the world before the idea of a Pacific railroad was entertained, he is certainly now a progressive railroad man. His sons are enthusiastically devoted to such objects, and none of them have evinced more




     

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    sagacity and energy in this respect than John W. Young, to whom the Utah Western owes its inception and accomplishment. He has succeeded by his personal address and high character in overcoming the senseless prejudices of Eastern capitalists against the safety of investment among the Mormons, and has shown them, to their own advantage, that a Mormon gentleman can understand business as well as if he had been educated in Wall street, and what is better, he can conduct it more honorably. We reached the shores of the Great Lake after a drive of three hours. Such is the optical illusion caused by this rarefied atmosphere, that the city, left eighteen miles behind us, seemed to be only four or five miles distant, the houses being distinctly visible. The formation of the land contributes to this deception, ridges of mountains running north and south, and enclosing valleys of a width of about twenty-five miles, with no intervening elevations. We drove for an hour along the southern bank of Salt Lake, fanned by the breath of its sea air, and looking over its waste of waters dotted with mountain islands. It required but little imagination to transport ourselves to the shores of the Atlantic, for extending as it does ninety miles to the north, no land could be seen beyond the line of the clearly defined horizon. Some years ago a steamboat of three hundred tons was built for freight and passenger traffic, in connection with the Union and Central Pacific roads; but her fair prospects were ruined by the construction of the Utah Central, and she now lies at the wharf, her only value being her aid in making our imaginary ocean seem more real. How this great basin of salt water came to be deposited in the interior of the continent, has been a study for geographers and naturalists. The changes that are taking place in its character at the present day are observed with much interest. It was first discovered by a party of trappers long before the religious discovery of Joseph Smith. When they had taste of its waters they supposed that it was an arm of the sea coming in from the Gulf of California; but on their attempt to sail into the Pacific by that route, they experienced the same disappointment that fell upon the Dutchmen in their exploration of the North river, although they might have been led to the same conclusions from different tests.

    The trappers should have realized that the water was too salt, and the Dutchmen should have found that the water was too fresh to communicate with the Pacific ocean. Salt making has been a business of great importance on the banks of the lake since the occupation of this territory by the Mormons. The water is so densely saline that it is impossible for a body to find the bottom.

    It is a capital place to acquire the art of swimming with perfect safety. In former times three barrels of water left to evaporate would produce one barrel of salt; but the freshening within the last twenty years has so weakened it that now four barrels of it are required to obtain that quantity. It has become fresh, therefore, in a proportion of somewhat more than one per cent. yearly. Hence it follows that in less than one hundred years the name of Great Salt Lake should be changed; for by this time it will, like Mormonism, be cleared of all its impurities. I have previously noticed the regular water lines, called benches, which are so distinctly defined on all the mountain ranges surrounding these various valleys, and which afford such unmistakable evidence that in former days they enclosed vast inland seas. The deep alkaline soil of the bottoms has led to the supposition that these seas were of salt water, and that all of them excepting this have been completely evaporated, Salt Lake being the sole survivor, and that being destined to dwindle to a puddle and then to dry up for ever. But the last part of this theory is negatived by the evident intention of the lake to assume somewhat of its original proportions; while




     

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    it is becoming fresher, it is growing larger. Within the twenty-seven years that the country around it has been settled, it has encroached all along its low banks nearly a mile upon the land and deepened five feet. Several fine farms are now permanently under water, and the road on which we travelled has been moved far inward to accommodate its aggressiveness. At the same time that this change is going on, atmospheric causes for a part of it are apparent. The climate is becoming more mild, although it is still excessively dry. But each succeeding season brings a greater rainfall. This has doubled within twelve years.

    The lake is fed by Bear river on the north and Jordan on the south, besides some small rivulets that find their way into it. Every year their volumes increase, and contribute to the filling up of the great basin into which they pour themselves. Notwithstanding this, the increase of the lake cannot be thus accounted for, as they are still but insignificant streams. It must be true that new fresh-water fountains have burst out from the bottom, and are the chief causes of the increase. A like phenomenon has produced the lake near which we afterward passed at Stockton, where on the ground encamped upon by Connors army there is now a body of water two miles square and of considerable depth. If these changes go on as they have commenced, the Zion of Brigham Young will ere long become completely submerged. His enemies will say that a second flood has been commissioned to overflow the desert that he has reclaimed, because of the sins of the people, and that like Sodom and Gomorrah these modern cities of the plain have been overwhelmed as a punishment for their unnatural crimes. But those judgments are yet afar off. Brigham teaches that when Utah is destroyed all the earth will perish likewise, excepting that favored spot, Jackson county, Missouri. There it was that a divine revelation commanded him to build a temple which, although destroyed by the ruthless Gentiles, is destined to rise again from its ashes. All the low lands around it will rise at the same time, and the chosen remnant of mankind will flock to this elevated plateau, from whence, like Noah looking over the bulwarks of the ark, they shall behold the drowning Gentiles struggling in the deep waters, while Mormons, in dry, white robes, with harps in their hands, shall touch the strings like heroes, in mockery at the ruin of the universe. Then Jackson county itself is to be caught up, and its glorified saints are to be distributed among the stars of the firmament, where with crowns on their heads they are to reign for ever and ever. Thus the gradual rise of Salt Lake is not an indication of their destruction, but a harbinger of their glory.

    Leaving Salt Lake far behind us, our way led over the spur of the Oquirrh ridge, which there terminates and forms the eastern boundary of Tooele valley. Soon after we had dined at a wretched "half-way" house, we came in sight of the pretty little town of Tooele, that springs into life by the side of a mountain stream, enriching it by its irrigation and presenting it in beautiful contrast with the surrounding desert waste. It is not like a town laid out in blocks and squares, but it is literally an accumulation of garden spots. Each house is surrounded by the foliage of fruit trees and vines, almost hiding it in their leafy bowers. These were loaded down with apples, pears, peaches, melons, and grapes, which, being gathered, are dried and preserved for use and exportation. Entering one of the gardens, we were offered an abundance of the delicious produce. The peaches were large and luscious -- quite equal in flavor to those gathered on the Delaware.

    This little village, now so peaceful and quiet, was lately the scene of intense political excitement; the newspapers have been full of the election quarrels at Tooele. They have not related to Republicanism or Democracy. Such trifling issues did not affect




     

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    votes in any degree. The people did not trouble themselves about the third term question, nor if there was a prospect of another rebellion, would they have thought the subject worthy of their consideration. The great question was, shall Judge Rowberry, the Mormon bishop, who for years had presided at the Probate Court, retain his office, or shall the Gentile Brown occupy his place? In short, it was a religious fight. Bunyan's Holy War and Milton's Paradise Lost could only approach in prose or poetry to an idea of the fury of the battle. Mormon hosts were marshalled against the Gentile cohorts, the one considering themselves the armies of the Lord, and the others willing to be called the soldiers of Lucifer, so that they might gain the victory. Mormonism pressed every man and woman into its service, and the Gentile element ransacked all the mining camps of the country for its supplies. It was Lowlander against Highlander -- the saints dwelling on the plains against the irreverent "cusses" of the mountains who had invaded the soil, heretofore sacred to the religion of the prophet. It was the first organized attempt to gain a Gentile foothold in any part of the territory. The means used for the assault were as unscrupulous as those wielded for the defence. Governor Woods descended from the dignity of his office to mingle in the broil, threatening, when he was interrupted in his speech, to punch the head of his assailant, and to "boot out" the county clerk if he did not "dry up." Parson Smith, of the Methodist persuasion, is such a muscular Christian that when he was damned by some devout Mormons, he replied to them that he was not allowed to swear, but, suiting the action to the words by throwing off his coat, he would "lick the whole crowd, three at a time." Per contra, in a rather more quiet style of warfare, when they found the election was going against them, the Mormon Judge and his clerk carried off the records of the court, which were not recovered without much difficulty. There was doubtless a great deal of illegal voting on both sides, from Mormon women who paid no taxes, and from Gentile miners who constituted themselves residents of two or three different camps at the same time. The end attained was a Gentile victory. The Probate Court is now in Gentile hands, and as Salt Lake City is in the same district, it is proposed to bring Brigham Young and all the great polygamists of that city to trial in Tooele; and to put down by this decisive blow the twin relic of barbarism, which has so heavily weighed upon the consciences of those virtuous mining Gentiles, so that they can henceforward drink their whiskey without molestation, and use their pistols and bowie knives in peace. This must be accomplished before the next election, for in the mean time Brigham, warned by the disastrous results of this campaign, will not fail to pour a sufficient Mormon reinforcement into Tooele county to insure a victory for the church, by reinstating the deposed judge and his clerk.


    II.

    LIKE travellers on Sahara, we had espied the green oasis of Tooele from afar. We had entered beneath its shady trees and luxuriated in its fruitful gardens, and now, leaving it regretfully behind, we were whirled along by our six-horse team, through clouds of dust, over the desert again. All was a barren waste of stunted sage brush and alkali, till after three hours drive we came to the Gentile settlement of Stockton, presenting itself in a strong contrast to the charming little village of the saints. There the people, having planted their own vines and fig trees, were content to sit down beneath them and enjoy their fruits, with no ambitious desires of aggrandizement; they are satisfied with the sure returns of husbandry, from which, after paying their tithing to the




     

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    church, there is an abundance left to supply all the absolute wants of life. Tooele is a picture of happiness, if not the realization of what can never be fully attained; Stockton seemed to be a representation of misery sought for and found.

    Pitched on one of the bleakest spots that could be selected, where no tree can take root, and scarcely a sagebrush can show its head, built of rambling piles of logs, the only exception an abortive frame house called a hotel, where bad dinners are eaten and worse liquors are quaffed, it is the home of a few workmen, who are employed in the neighboring furnaces of ore. What wages these men earn to repay them for passing any part of their existence in this execrable hole I do not know, but I am sure that a Tooele Mormon would not exchange his home for this, unless some special exaltation be promised for the world to come. A Mormon will do everything for that. A man will fill his home with wives, and a woman will go into polygamy, thus living in a hell upon earth, with the joyful anticipation of a heaven in the future. Some such consideration as this might induce them to make a short stay in Stockton. It would be the only thing that would influence me.

    The Chicago Furnace Company own the works situated a mile beyond the town. This is operated by them for smelting the ore from their own mine, and also that which is offered to them by others. it is a very profitable concern, and being under efficient management is regarded with as great if not greater confidence than any other establishment of the kind in the district.

    Passing the lake of recent formation, referred to in the last chapter, and which adds such a pleasing feature to the otherwise dreary landscape, we drove on toward Ophir.

    From the level of Salt Lake our ascent had been gradual. Although over what appeared to be vast plains, it was scarcely discernible. But now it was quite apparent as we drew on toward the foot hills of the range looming up grandly before us.

    The sun had been pouring hotly down upon us all the day, and it was an inexpressible relief and pleasure when we entered the mouth of the canyon, and the first tall cliff on the left threw its shadow over our path, permitting us to trace its dark outlines on the opposite mountain, whose summit was still in a blaze of brightness. In this delightful coolness of evening below, under the light of sunshine from above, we followed up the canyon for three miles, and arrived at the city of Ophir. Like all the mining "cities" of these mountains, Ophir is a mere camp, containing a few stores, bar-rooms, and shanties for the supplies and accommodation of the miners, who are mostly distributed in the hills, only visiting the cities for their necessities, or for the enjoyment of Sunday after their own fashion. One of the buildings serves the purpose of city hall, lyceum, dance-house, and church, as occasion demands. On the day after our arrival the pulpit scaffolding was occupied in the morning by an Episcopal clergyman, and in the evening by a Catholic priest, both of whom came in one coach from Salt Lake. When the latter preached, his Protestant brother aided with us in making the congregation to number a little more than a dozen. On the previous evening the hall had been crowded with dancers, who kept up a hideous noise till morning. Nevertheless it is fair to say that Sunday was very quietly observed, and there were few cases of drunkenness that caused much disturbance. But the Ophir citizens are not church-going as a class, though as tolerant as they are ignorant in religious matters. The other Sunday a Methodist clergyman officiated, opening the services by requesting them to sing the hymn commencing,

    "O for a closer walk with God." After the meeting one of the congregation thanked him for his preaching, adding; "But, parson, you, was more.




     

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    comp'mentry than we deserves. I dunno's Ophir camps any better'n the rest of 'em; we all walks a good deal closter the other way." I have a photograph of the hotel restaurant of Monsieur Simon, where last year I was so comfortably lodged, and where we were now welcomed by the proprietor with the same ceremony observed at a "descent" before a Parisian hotel. The hotel restaurant itself in the picture, but far more in the reality, presents a ludicrous contrast to its background of Zion mountain, towering three thousand feet above it. Whenever a stranger comes into these camps he is immediately encompassed by a crowd of kindly disposed gentlemen, who are willing to divide their interests in the most promising mines, which only require a little of your money for their development. They have prospects of wonderful "indications," "true fissure veins," "limestone and quartzite formations," "hanging and foot walls," "carbonate," "chloride," and other certainties of producing unlimited quantities of rich ore, thousands of tons of which are frequently in sight. They want you to invest in the running of tunnels and the sinking of shafts, and then to "put the mine in the market," in New York or London. As to "prospects," the mountains are as full of them as sandbanks are ever bored by swallows for their nests. The laboring miners are universally poor. They keep themselves industriously in that condition; toiling away at their "prospects" until their flour and bacon give out, and then working by the day in the large mines until they get money enough to buy powder and provisions to work on another prospect, when they find a "trace" or "cropping out" that affords them any hope. They have known or have heard of a few men who, having "struck a good thing," have risen from a condition like their own to the rank of millionaires, and why should not the same good fortune at last be theirs? Instead of gambling with dice and cards, they gamble with the spade and pick, working harder and gaining as little. Among the thousand blanks there is occasionally a prize. The Walker brothers have drawn their full share. They came to Utah as members of the Mormon Church, toiled in the canyons, cutting and drawing wood, gained a little property in this way, invested in land and merchandise, paying their tithing with regularity, until they accumulated a property on the income of which they did not care to pay ten per cent. One day they were reminded of their duty by Brigham Young, and they sent him a check for ten thousand dollars. Brigham returned it with a notice that it was insufficient, whereupon they tore it up, paid tithing no longer, and left the Church. They say the Lord has prospered them ever since. Brigham says the devil has been their friend. No matter who has assisted them, the Walkers have done something for themselves. Their great warehouses are potent rivals of "Zion's Cooperative Mercantile Institution," and every hole of ground into which they dig becomes a mine of wealth. They own them in every canyon, and here in Ophir they reign supreme. What wonder is it that poor men, who but a few years ago worked side by side with these Walker brothers, should ask themselves, As we have been equals once, why should we not be equals again?


    III.

    THE pursuits of Utah people may be classed like medicines, "vegetable" and "mineral." The Mormons are almost strictly agricultural, and the Gentiles devote themselves nearly universally to mining labor and speculation. Brigham encourages his saints to cultivate the soil, and preaches farming to them as a religious duty. The wisdom of his advice is apparent in the success attending its practice. They abandon the precarious chances of the




     

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    mines to others, who too often, after years of unavailing toil and broken down with disease, are forced to admit the worldly wisdom of the prophet. The entire attention of the dwellers in these mountains is given to silver mining, smelting, and milling. Where there is an abundance of lead present in the ore -- and it frequently runs from forty to sixty per cent. -- the silver is extracted by the process of smelting. The furnaces generally purchase the rough mineral as it comes from the mines on a basis of forty to fifty per cent. lead; that is, if the ore yield that amount, the smelter takes it for his work and delivers over to the miner one dollar per ounce for all the silver that it contains. If the basis agreed upon falls short, the miners pay the smelter the difference per ton. If it overruns, the payment is reversed. Good smelting ore is that which being clear of pyrites comes up to the basis required, and then yields to the miner, to pay him for the cost of his labor and transportation, thirty ounces of silver to the ton. Besides the mines of smelting ore, there are many of milling; that is, they produce a greater amount of silver than some of the others, but so little of lead that the silver cannot be extracted by the smelting process. It is therefore crushed in stamp mills. This is milling ore. It is likewise mostly purchased by those who convert it into bullion. The rate given is nicely graded according to the assay. Mr. Dunn, the superintendent of Walker Brothers' Pioneer mill, obligingly gave us a list of their rates. The lowest ore which will pay for crushing is that yielding $40 per ton; on this they return twenty-five per cent.; on that yielding $100, fifty per cent.; $200, sixty-five per cent.; $500, seventy-nine per cent.; $1,000, eighty-three per cent. These are mentioned to give an idea of the scale of intermediate assays. In the case of the mill, as in the other method of working by the smelter, there are no charges exacted beyond the amount of the pretty little commission which it will be seen these establishments appropriate to themselves. But their expenses are very heavy; charcoal and coke are the only fuels that can be used for smelting; the former is becoming every day more scarce in this thinly wooded country, and coke has been supplied from Pittsburgh, Pa., at a cost of $35 per ton. As to the mills, there is not a sufficiency of the ore they require to keep them in operation more than four months in the year. Nevertheless, when well managed, smelting and milling both give large profits. Mr. Dunn's establishment is a model of neatness and order. We were shown all the processes by which the ore was crushed with steam power and ground into a paste, which is then amalgamated, passed through retorts, and run into bullion. Not the least curious were the tests, and the scale of infinitesimal weights, by which the ten- thousandth part of a grain can be determined, the weigher using a microscope to enable him to find the atom that influences his balances. The great requirement for Utah mining, as will be readily inferred from what has been said, is the proper fuel for smelting purposes. When this is obtained more abundantly, the low-grade ores, which will not pay for working, will give steady employment to all the furnaces at present partially operated, and will cause many more to be profitably run. The railroads now being rapidly constructed in the south and southwest will bring coal cheaply to market. Some of this coal, especially that from San Pete, two hundred and fifty miles from Salt Lake, it is claimed, can be coked, but owing to the quantity of sulphur it contains, the experiments thus far have not been entirely satisfactory. Great hopes are entertained that the new process of desulphurizing, recently put into operation by Mr. Goodspeed, an enterprising gentleman from New York, will prove a complete success. If it should meet well-founded expectations, it will prove not only a fortune for him, but will add millions yearly to the bullion product of Utah. Low-grade




     

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    mines now abandoned will start again into life, and prospects will deepen into shafts and tunnels. Such an impulse will be given to mining enterprise that a Gentile population will pour into the territory sufficient to out-vote the Mormons and satiate the ambition of those virtuous office-seekers whose morality is daily shocked by the iniquities around them. Mr. Goodspeed may prove a more successful missionary than the Rev. Dr. Newman. We spent a day in climbing the mountains on horseback and on foot, with the purpose of looking at some of the mines on the summit of Zion mountain. At an almost perpendicular height of twenty-five hundred feet above the village, and consequently eleven thousand feet above the level of the sea, is a mine owned by the Walker Brothers, which they work to supply the demands of their mill, getting out yearly, without any special development, the interest on the sum of $1,500,000, the price at which they offer to sell this little bit of their property. As we wound up the mountain on the opposite side of the valley to a still higher point, we looked down upon their extensive works and tramways, on which the ore slides to the mills.

    Our trail led first to Dry canyon, to arrive at which we passed through Jacob City. This city, not "set upon a hill," but hanging like a collection of crows nests on the side of a mountain, cannot be approached on wheels. Sure-footed horses and mules are rather doubtful of their foothold in its streets, paved with boulders and drained by the gully of a torrent. If heavy rains should swell the stream as they are liable to do, or an avalanche of snow, which every winter threatens, should descend, the flimsy structures of Jacob City would fly down into the abyss below like a pile of shingles before the storm. Precarious indeed is the existence or the capital of Dry canyon. As we ascend, we see on the left the celebrated Mono mine, one half of which was cheaply sold last summer for $400,000. We met Mr. Gisborne, who owns the other half. The net income of the mine is said to average $60,000 per month. When we looked at Mr. Gisborne, residing in Jacob City, clothed in a shabby suit that at most could not have cost twenty dollars, smoking a cigar made far away from Cuba, and all his surroundings betokening a man in debt for his last meal, we asked ourselves, what is the use to him of an income of $360,000 per year? A little boy once wished he was a king, for then he would swing on a gate all day and lick lasses. We perhaps would do something similar if we had the income of Mr. Gisborne. We would buy a house on the Fifth avenue, loaf about the streets of New York, visit the clubs, and do nothing. We would have the dyspepsia and die of ennui. I apprehend that Mr. Gisborne values his immense fortune only as a proof of his success as a business man, and is far happier in his mountain life, in exuberant health, than he would find himself if he followed any bad advice that we could give him.

    On the other side of the valley is the scarcely less noted Chicago mine. There we dismounted and descended into the bowels of the earth, down a shaft for hundreds of feet, through tunnels and drifts, dropping down on ladders, crawling on all fours through damp caverns, as we carried lighted candles in our hands, meeting begrimed workmen, and startled by the report of subterranean blasts. Here we saw the ore, deep buried for ages, now to be excavated, smelted, refined, coined and made into wealth for the luxury of those who will never see and pity as we have done the hard toil by which it is being obtained. A very productive property in the mountains is a beautiful spring of water, running in a small stream over a great cliff of a thousand feet, and then descending in thin spray to an unapproachable chasm. The proprietor located this claim, and there he has established himself for the sale of all




     

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    the water on the mountain; for it is only after the melting of the snows that, for a short time, the water-courses are known in this Dry canyon. There is no drilling or blasting needed to produce wealth for this fortunate man. He sells the water for two and a half cents per gallon, thus realizing thousands of dollars annually without the outlay of a penny. The Mono and the Chicago may give out, but the spring is not likely to dry up. Leaving our horses at a place where their further progress was impracticable, we proceeded on foot, though often swinging by our arms from one craggy rock to another, over the topmost ridge, to survey some prospects in which the gentlemen who accompanied us were interested. The location of a prospect is determined by various indications, the chief of which is the presence of a yellow ochre-colored dust. This leads to croppings, the ore on the surface containing mineral. These croppings afford encouragement for the miner to sink a tunnel, upon which he works nine times out of ten without success. We returned to the place where our horses had been left, and mounting them again, rode over the divide above the Chicago mine to the side of the mountain sloping down toward Ophir.

    At a distance of a mile and a half above the village we came to the Gray Rock mine, of which Col. Kelley, a veteran miner, is the manager and a large owner. His superintendent politely waited upon us through the shaft and tunnels, pointing out the course of the vein, which measured four and a half feet, the assays of it showing thirty to forty per cent. of lead and thirty to fifty ounces of silver. The upper tunnel is 100 feet long; the one below it is 300 feet, and it is under contract to go 100 feet more. After walking 250 feet in the second tunnel, we came to an air shaft connecting the two tunnels, and at the same point another shaft of 100 feet is contracted for development into a proposed tunnel below. It is already down sixty feet, and is constantly showing richer ore. It was explained to us that this is a true fissure vein; that is to say, the mine is located where one formation is split off from another, by a convulsion of nature, so that it cuts the stratification. When ore is thus found, the inference is that a greater body of mineral below, has split the mountain. Therefore the miner, with an almost certain expectation, is encouraged to penetrate the earth until he arrives at the rich deposit which caused the fissure where the ore was first discovered, near the surface. These fissure veins are rather uncommon. Veins generally run with instead of across the stratification. Indeed; most of the mines are of this character. Many of them are very profitable, but there is a much greater uncertainty about the continuance of fissure veins. The walls that enclose the veins are smooth surfaces of brimstone and quartzite, or limestone and slate, sometimes limestone on both sides. Good and bad veins are found in all these formations. Although in the course of our toilsome yet pleasurable days work we visited several other mines, I shall not weary or confuse my readers with any more descriptions, the working of the Chicago and Gray Rock, two of the most prominent, being fair samples of the whole. If all that has been said can be digested as well as the good supper at M. Simons was assimilated after our excursion upon the mountains, some ideas will be formed perhaps not previously entertained of silver-mining operations.

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    IV.

    IF we could have taken passage in a balloon, or held on to the tail of a kite, we might have mounted to the top of the perpendicular cliff above the village of Ophir, and dropped down on the other side to the settlement of Camp Floyd in Salt Lake valley; but until aerial navigation is more advanced, a stage wagon performs the mail and passenger service between these towns, along the road over the foot hills, making a circuit of eighteen miles.

    It was a delightful drive; for as we were hurried away at an early hour, the sun, rising out of sight on the opposite side of the mountains, had barely reached their summits before we had completed this first stage of our journey; so our road lay all along under the shadows, while far away in the west there was the view of gilded peaks gradually brightening to their base, and then the sunlight came step by step over the plains to meet us, till the dazzling sun himself mounted to the crest on our left, and poured over all around us the full blaze of day. By this time we had nearly approached Camp Floyd, once the location of a military post, but now a little Mormon village, where all vestiges of its former occupation have given place to well-cultivated fields and orchards.

    Bishop Carter presides over the spiritual interests of the people, his office also giving him the right to counsel them in temporal matters, in accordance with the recognized authority of the priesthood, which is so offensive to gentlemen of the legal profession. It is a grave cause of complaint against the Mormons that they do not encourage the presence of any of the three learned classes. Unless the town is unusually large, the Bishop is able not only to do the preaching, but to settle all disputes and to cure all ordinary diseases, by the laying on of hands, quite as effectively as they are treated by the administration of drugs. It is only in cases that require the prompt services of a surgeon that he is forced to admit the inadequacy of his spiritual power. Brigham himself is now under the care of a Gentile surgeon, for a complaint not to be reached by the mere "laying-on" process. Bishop Carter, who rules supreme over all other households in Camp Floyd, we were told had lately found that laying on of hands has not acted well in his own case. He was originally, as he is now, a monogamist. But not long ago he saw fit to have a revelation commanding him to take another wife. Mrs. Carter did not see the angel who brought the message, for that angel was careful to avoid her. The Bishop, however, trusting in divine protection, went up to Salt Lake "on business," and returned in the evening with another woman. It was then that he experienced an effectual laying on of hands; and Mrs. Carter No. 2 felt the laying on of a broomstick. Feminine muscular Christianity prevailed over spiritual enforcement, and the Bishop was made to realize that the power of a determined woman is one that cannot be withstood by a Mormon more successfully than by a Gentile. The difficulty was settled by the Bishops marrying No. 2 -- after all -- to another man. Mr. Carter keeps a very excellent hotel, the breakfast provided for our company evincing that, as far as the travelling public are concerned, the lady at the head of the house is able to meet all their requirements, as well as those of her husband, alone.

    The distance from Camp Floyd to Lehi is eighteen miles. As we drove out of the town the driver pointed to a seedy-looking vagabond, apparently sixty years of age, who was walking slowly along smoking his morning pipe. The expression of his countenance




     

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    was truly diabolical, and betokened a scoundrel whose society one would instinctively avoid. This was the notorious Bill Hickman, whose residence is in the neighborhood. Why the fiend is permitted to live is a mystery. His confessions of bloody deeds, if true, should expose him to the vengeance of Gentiles whose friends he has slain; if false, the wonder is that he is not riddled by Mormon bullets. It is a mark of the astonishing forbearance of this people that, believing him to be a malignant liar, they allow him to go about the country unmolested; and the only accountable reason for his safety from the wrath of the Gentiles is, that they hope at some future day to use him as a witness to prove the murders committed by him as done at the bidding of Brigham Young. But the troubled conscience of the desperado is never at ease. He must have revelations, and terrible ones too; lie must have angel visits at night, for the angels of darkness must hover around his unquiet bed, and hell must yawn at its side. He walks the streets by day armed with two revolvers and a belt of cartridges, looking furtively about him to see if some avenger is not nigh. He steeps his damning memory in rum, yet dares not to drink himself totally insensible, lest, if found dead drunk away from home, he should not awake again. So fearful is he of a surprise that he never enters a bar-room where other men are present without standing with his back to the bar, when the liquor is poured out for him. Hell! What is it, where is it, unless in the bosom of William Hickman?

    Happily he soon passed out of our minds, for after a short drive across the plains we came to a slight elevation, from which, in the distance, we could see the pretty town of Lehi, situated not far from the northern bank of Utah lake. The lake extends in a southerly direction twenty miles, and is five or six miles wide, its western limit washing the foot of the Wasatch mountains.

    It is of fresh water, and contains an abundance of trout and other fish. Its outlet is the Jordan river, a narrow but deep and sluggish stream, connecting it with Great Salt lake, forty miles north. Far away to the south stretched the glassy lake, reflecting the noonday sun; the rugged mountains its background, and the town sheltered in the foliage of fruitful orchards fringing its northern edge. Lehi is a much larger settlement than Camp Floyd, for it contains 1,500 inhabitants, is under the paternal care of Bishop Evans, to whom we had been commended as willing to provide us with better accommodations than those afforded at the little hotel.

    This Bishop is a jolly old Pennsylvanian, who came to this territory many years ago, and has contributed his share to increase its population, not being under such salutary restraint as his brother Carter. His No. 1 being dead, No. 2 has been advanced to the rank of chief mate, six more of his female crew living in cabins of their own. He was very communicative on family matters. He evidently regarded No. 2 as the most valuable wife, on account of her producing qualities. "I ought to have more children than I have, he said. Why, I should have quite a family if all the rest of them kept up with her. She has had fifteen, and all the others together have not had but twenty-four." Discoursing upon matrimony in general, he observed that he considered all Gentile forms null and void. "But," he added, "I wouldn't take a woman that belonged to a Gentile, because I consider it mean. I don't justify Parley Pratt in having done it -- no -- I want to avoid even the appearance of evil." The self-complacency of this worthy prelate was something of the sublime, as he continued, "No, I would not take such a woman even if she asked me to, as these others did." "Do you mean to say, Bishop, asked my astonished wife, surveying the unctuous pluralist, that these women asked for the privilege of marrying you?" "Yes,




     

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    ma'am," he replied with some hesitation; "three of 'em went for me straight, and the rest of 'em hung round gitten me to ask 'em."

    In this way did the garrulous old fellow go on until we were glad to be shown to our room. We had no reason to complain of our bed and board, nor of the attentions of No. 2, who manifested her interest in our welfare by shouting, as we left in the wagon, to be driven by our host to the station after breakfast, "Look out now for the Bishop; after all what he said last night, remember the more men have the more they want. When a man has one wife he's tolerably well satisfied; but when he gets another he keeps going on, and there's no knowing where he'll stop."


    V.

    LEHI is upon the Utah Southern rail-road, thirty-one miles south of Salt Lake City. Here we had arranged to meet a party of friends, who were to leave the town in the morning train, and accompany us on a visit to the American Fork canyon. To while away the time before they should arrive, we sauntered about in the neighborhood of the station, under the shade trees of the wide streets, and looked with longing eyes upon the fruitful orchards surrounding almost every house.

    Entering a gate, and asking if the owner of the premises would sell a few peaches, we were met by a plump refusal. "No," replied an elderly gentleman, "but you can take as many as you please. Come in and let me show you my garden." A second invitation was not needed, although it was extended with equal cordiality by his wife. The garden was what is called a double lot. It comprised two and one half acres of ground, every foot of which, except the walks, was under complete cultivation. Nothing can exceed the richness of this soil, irrigated at pleasure from the mountain streams. Although subject to grass-hopper visitations and the like casualties, a drought is never apprehended, for that is impossible.

    Mr. Isaac Goodwin, who so kindly entertained us in his little Eden, is a Connecticut farmer, but has lived here for twenty-six years. He was an earlier Mormon than any of the first settlers of Utah, for he was a California pioneer. The little band of 321 pilgrims, of which he was one, that sailed in the ship Brooklyn from New York for San Francisco, landed there in July, 1846. This was two years before the discovery of the gold that brought such a different class of pilgrims to worship at its shrine. The Mormon settlers formed a colony in the San Joaquin valley, then, like Utah, a part of the Mexican territory. Mr. Goodwin gave us many interesting reminiscences of their early sufferings and privations, and of their final success in acquiring by peaceful overtures the friendship of the Indians, whom the Mormons have always had a peculiar tact in conciliating. If gold had not been discovered, if the Mexican war had not supervened, if Brigham's revelations had not induced him to order the colony to break up and remove to Utah, we should have seen at this day what an empire these indomitable enthusiasts would have obtained in a country where nature did not oppose such obstacles as they have here overcome. No railroad would have approached them or ridden over them rough-shod, but they would have been allowed to work out the problem of their distinct civilization unmolested in their freedom of action.

    But Providence determined that they could be put to a better use here in paving the way for a higher civilization than their own. Goodwin with only one companion travelled across the continent, successfully braving natural obstacles and hostile Indians, until they met Brigham Young on the eastern slope of the Rocky mountains and reported to him the fertility of the soil of California. This very fact induced him to act in accordance with




     

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    his revelation, as the Mormons believe, but, as we are inclined to think, from the conviction which he then expressed, that "the country was too good, for the Gentiles would come there to clean them out," and in the deserts of Utah they would be let alone. Their first settlement here proved of the greatest advantage in aiding emigrants to cross the plains in the earlier days of the occupation of California, and subsequently in the construction of the Union and Central Pacific railroads, which have bound them in the embrace of our common country. We are fond of listening to the tales of these gray fathers of the land, especially when, as coming from such a one, they hear the impress of unquestionable truth. He was a man of great sagacity and general information -- a New Englander imbued with those Puritan principles that make martyrdom an absolute pleasure. Yet, like all who come from that section, his faith in Mormonism is not exceeded by that of the most ignorant and superstitious Dane or Norwegian. Strange it is that education should so often lean upon obstinacy and credulity. There are towns in New England (I could instance Newburyport) where, if Mormonism instead of Calvinism had originally taken root, reason and science might have ploughed for ever without eradicating it.

    As Mr. Goodwin talked we supplied ourselves abundantly with delicious peaches, plums, and grapes. The productiveness of his ground is amazing, and there is scarcely room for a weed to grow. Vast quantities of fruit from this district are dried and preserved. It meets with a ready sale for exportation, and is highly appreciated wherever it finds its way.

    Still waiting, not impatiently, for the train, we entered the tidy little cottage, where the proprietor and his only wife devoted themselves still further to our entertainment. "I have a kingdom of my own," said he, "without going into polygamy: this old lady, seven children, and thirty-three grandchildren. I believe in the doctrine for those who like it, but God never required it of me. Matrimony is a 'straight and narrow path.' I like to go it alone. Now you hang a plummet down from the wall and let it drop between two women. Each of them will say it swings nearer the other one than toward her. I might be straight up and down like that plummet, and though the women mightn't say anything, both of them would think I was leaning the wrong way from her. So much for two women. Now hang yourself like a plummet in a circle of half a dozen, and then you can make some calculation as to what kind of a time you would have through life."

    Thus within the last two days we have seen three different representations of matrimony. Bishop Carter is a monogamist because he dare not open the door to another woman; Bishop Evans is a pluralist because he likes polygamy, although he says the seven women will cleave unto him whether he wants them or not; and good, honest, straight and narrow Isaac Goodwin gets along through the world in peace and contentment with only one wife, because he loves her too well to take another. Let those of troubled conscience at home, who think that "no good thing can come out of Nazareth," be consoled with the knowledge that there are many more like Goodwin in the Mormon church, and that such leaven as this will yet leaven the whole lump, if meddlesome fingers will but leave it alone.

    The shrill whistle of the engine was heard in the distance, and we hastened to meet our friends in the train, parting reluctantly with these, who now bade us farewell, loading us with fruits and benedictions.


    VI.

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    only three miles south, along the shores of Utah lake. While waiting for the cars in which we were to be taken over the narrow-gauge railroad to the canyon, we had an opportunity to inspect a sorghum plantation. The surroundings reminded us of Louisiana and Cuba, excepting that the whole arrangement was on a minute scale, and that a few white men and boys were doing the work there performed by an ebony crowd. An inexperienced Cockney would readily mistake a plantation of sorghum for a field of broom corn, which it so much resembles. It is thickly planted like sugar cane, and similarly harvested and ground. The stock has the same saccharine property, though in a lesser degree. The grinding apparatus is not unlike a cider mill, and was worked by half a horse power, a patient mule being busily engaged in making his distances on the small circle. The juice is boiled down from one kettle to another, until at last it acquires the consistency and flavor of good southern molasses. But its sweetness refuses to consolidate itself into anything better than what Jack of the forecastle calls "long sugar." The cultivation of this cane is rapidly increasing in southern Utah, where the climate is exceedingly favorable. One hundred gallons of molasses are produced to the acre, and this, clear of all the expenses attending it, nets to the planter one hundred dollars. If a farmer in New York State or New England could make $10,000 per annum from his farm of 100 acres, he would not have his present complaint to make. I hear the voice of Horace Greeley yet whispering through the cane, the wheat, and the corn, sighing through the forests, and echoing through the mines, "Young man, go West!"

    Another very productive industry of this district is the cultivation of what is called luzerne or Siberian grass. It is a food for cattle as rich as our meadow clove; and grows very rapidly, reaching the height of three feet; four crops are here cut in a year, while further south seven harvests of it are obtained. The old Scripture simile of the desert blossoming as the rose beautifully and poetically expresses the change that has taken place in these valleys In twenty-seven years, but it is inadequate to give an idea of a land whose very paths drop with the fatness of rich abundance. Leaving these fertile plains behind us, we were shown to an open observation car, which the superintendent of the American Fork railroad had added to the train for the comfort and pleasure of our party.

    Messrs. Howland & Aspinwall of New York are the chief owners of the Miller mine, the principal property in this canyon. It is located at the highest point, twenty-three miles distant from this, the nearest station on the Utah Southern railroad. Although the mine has been very productive of valuable ore, it was almost inaccessible, on account of the roughness and steepness of the trail by the side of the mountain torrent. To overcome these obstacles, these enterprising gentlemen have caused this narrow-gauge road to be constructed for fifteen miles. Its cost, comprising the equipments, has amounted to nearly four hundred thousand dollars. So great has been the expense and so much disappointment has been experienced in the productiveness of the mine, that although the road has been graded for a great part of the distance, the eight miles at the upper end of the canyon is still only a rough wagon road. But an unselfish happiness should be theirs. Among the many tourists who avail themselves of the pleasant means they have afforded the public of visiting some of the most magnificent scenery in the world, we tender them our hearty thanks.

    We began a gradual ascent over the foot hills for three miles, drawing nearer and nearer to the grand massive range of seemingly impenetrable mountains, till they loomed up like impassable barriers to our progress. Suddenly a chasm was opened for our way




     

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    between two enormous perpendicular cliffs, each more than two thousand feet high, and through this narrow valley, less than five hundred feet in width, a way was afforded scarcely of sufficient breadth to allow of the passage of aught else besides our train that met the rushing stream. Creeping up, not too slowly, on a grade of 316 feet to the mile, we wound round one point after the other, sometimes under the dull shadow of dripping rocks, and then coming out into the warm sunlight that fell upon the hill slopes carpeted with the loveliest velvet green and figured with clumps of pine trees and autumnal tints of wild shrubbery. It was a glorious day of this most glorious season of the year, when Nature in her harvest robes is joyful on the plains, and in her mountain plaids is surpassingly attractive. The mountains as they gathered round us, in our ever-changing progress, seemed to leap for joy, and the sparkling brook danced to its own melody. The sublimity and beauty of the scene spread over our little company such a feeling of awe, that at times we were lost in silent admiration, and again we were carried to such ecstasy of delight, that words could not be found adequate for its expression. Scenery like this always forces from the observer the conviction that all he has seen heretofore is tame and insignificant in comparison.

    So now the White mountains, the towering Apennines, Mont Blanc, the Bernese Oberland, and even the Yo Semite itself faded away into dim pictures of the past, in the transcendent light of this almost unknown canyon of the Wasatch mountains. A bountiful lunch was provided for us at Deer Creek, the present terminus of the railroad, and then, some in a wagon, some on horseback, and one on foot, who arrived first of all, we ascended the canyon for four miles to "Forest City," a municipality comprising some smelting works and charcoal furnaces for its public buildings and four shanties for the inhabitants of its various wards. The "Miller" mine is four miles still beyond and above. Two of us ascended to it by a bridle path, varying our route to examine another newly developed mine. At last by a zigzag trail we reached the Miller at a short distance from the summit of the mountain, a few moments before the sun went down. His last rays lingered long enough to light the high peaks, while the deep valleys were almost shrouded in night. There we stood, 11,000 feet above the level of the sea, and surveyed the great panorama of alternate day and night, extending to mountains around and over chasms below. It was the very night of the full moon, when she rises at the moment of the setting of the sun. Strangely then the picture changes: the splendor and the grandeur fade and vanish away, but a softness and a beauty succeed even more pleasing than the gaudy magnificence of the day. The rugged outlines of the mountains are toned down to the smoothness of grassy mounds, all colors are blended into a grayish blue, the hills are drawn together, and the hazy bottoms of the valleys rise to the appearance of elevated plains. So contracted did all things now appear that but an hour before were spread abroad in immensity. Daylight and darkness are alike in mines. Mr. Epley showed us a part of the works which had been commenced four years ago. There is now a shaft 150 feet deep and nearly two miles of tunnels and drifts. The ore now taken out assays 50 per cent. lead, 40 ounces of silver, and 1 ounce of gold to the ton; the whole value, sixty dollars. The cost of the mine was $185,000, and it was capitalized at $1,500,000, which includes the railroad, smelting works, and other improvements. Mr. Epley lives at the mine during the winter as well as summer months. For weeks at a time he is often alone so far as congenial society is concerned, but in his little cabin there is a choice library well stocked with standard works. There, when the snow flies and the tempest howls, he




     

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    sits with Shakespeare, Addison, Pope, Macaulay, Scott, Cooper, and Dickens, besides a number of scientific gentlemen, whose companionship we should not so much covet; and communing with these, is at peace, though all without is elemental war. "Is it not cold?" we asked. "Not very; the glass seldom falls to 10 deg. below zero." "A great deal of snow, is there not?" "Why, yes; about forty feet deep." "Hard place to live in the winter?" "No; not with my books." Happy Mr. Epley!

    By moonlight we descended to Forest City, and, after our long and romantic ride, were right glad to enjoy the supper, at which we were anxiously awaited by our companions. In the morning we were rattled down to the railroad station at Deer Creek, where we again took the observation car, descending without the company of an engine. A brakeman sat at each end of the carriage and moderated its speed, and thus we glided smoothly down. The span of life is often spoken of as a day. If every day of it could be as pleasurable as this has been, the worn-out traveller of the world would never mourn the slow approach to its end. With pleasant toil we gained step by step in its ascent, new joys and beauties constantly surrounding our path, as in the meridian of life when we are lifted above the struggles of our youth. And now, having accomplished that for which we came, we descend the vale, reviewing and calling to mind all that has made our upward journey so cheerful and bright, and finding the same pleasure as they come back to us again. Moving involuntarily along, without a wish to arrest the downward current, we come to the green fields and the still waters of rest.


    VII.

    WE have come again to the terminus of the Utah Southern railroad, at this pretty little city of 4,000 inhabitants, fifty miles from Salt Lake, where the mountains overshadow us from the east, and the waters of Utah lake ripple on the shores at our feet. This is Provo.

    We came on a lovely summer afternoon, for it was the Indian summer of October. The mountains were still hiding in their rocky clefts clumps of shrubbery variegated with every hue. Quantities of apples, peaches, and plums were yet remaining upon the garden trees of the plain, although the leaves were somewhat sere and faded, and the glassy lake smiled in the sun- beams as if wooing us to its bosom.

    But as night drew on the dark clouds gathered over the Wasatch peaks, and dropped down in misty curtains over the valley, the trees swayed in the fitful gusts that filled the air with dust, and the placid lake scowled darkly and then broke into a miniature sea of white-capped waves.

    In the wild night the rains descended and the winds blew, and when the morning dawned the streets and gardens were overflowed by water, floating away the fallen fruit and leaves, and the mountains, from their summits down to an even, dark line where the snow had changed to rain, were covered with a pure white mantle, concealing beneath its folds alike the rugged rocks and the autumn-tinted shrubbery. It was winter.

    Within doors we were comfortably lodged, fed, and warmed by Bishop Miller, and here we proposed to remain until summer should come again, not for months, but for a few days.

    These seasons are not like those described by Thomson as changing with great regularity. They come and go. The autumn here is not a season by itself. It is made up of alternate summer and winter.

    "Wait a day or two, said the good Bishop, and summer will come again; then you can go on your way. In the mean time I will look up a couple of good saddle beasts, and you can come out between the drops and see the city."

    After having visited many "cities"




     

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    of perhaps half a dozen houses and a dozen or two of inhabitants, we readily acquiesced in the title given to Provo. It is one of the earliest Mormon settlements, and its prosperity has always been a pet delight of Brigham Young. To describe the laying out of one Mormon town is to describe that of them all. There are the same methods of rectangular streets, all of them exactly one hundred and thirty-two feet wide, all of them bordered on each side by running water, and shaded by cottonwoods and locusts, all the house lots and orchards enclosing cottages, and everything about the localities betokening a quiet contentment.

    As we go further from the metropolis we see less of what in the East we style comfort, and as we become accustomed to its absence we are apt to think that our idea of comfort is after all one of luxury that is not absolutely necessary to the enjoyment of life. There is invariably displayed good taste in the selection of town sites. This is involuntary, but the effect is none the less charming. Each settlement, be it large or small, nestles under some mountain range and at the mouth of a canyon. The streams that run down these narrow defiles are caught up in ditches before they waste themselves on the plains, and are made useful in irrigating the gardens of the villages and the fields which surround them.

    Thus at the mouth of Provo canyon we find this little city not only well watered and pleasant to the eye, but, owing to the volume and rapid fall of the river, happily situated for manufacturing enterprise. We were shown through the largest and most flourishing cloth factory in the Territory. It is a capacious stone building which with its machinery cost over $200,000. It has been in operation two years, and besides giving employment to one hundred operatives, will be a very profitable concern to its stockholders when its machinery is all completed and in running order. The blankets, flannels, shawls, and cloths turned out by this establishment are finished goods that would not disgrace the counters of the fashionable dealers in our great cities.

    It is certainly creditable to Brigham Young that he has introduced the best breeds of sheep into Utah, and that in such a short period he has followed the experiment from the beginning to the end, and now through all the processes has produced these proud results of persevering enterprise.

    The manager of the co-operative store explained to us the working of the institution. Like the woolen factory, it is a stock concern, and as far as is possible made subservient to profit as well as to the wants of the community. The shares are issued at twenty-five dollars each, in order to induce all classes of people to participate in the copartnership. It is true that owing to some mismanagement, which, however, compromised no man's character for honesty, the "Zions Mercantile Co-operative Institution" of Salt Lake omitted the payment of its accustomed dividend last year; but generally these societies, organized in every town, either independent or as branches of the head company in Salt Lake, declare annual dividends of at least 15 per cent. In no one of these establishments, many of which have been in operation for several years, has there been an instance of defalcation. This speaks well for the honesty of the Mormons, as compared with any other sect of Christians.

    In no community are wealth and poverty more evenly distributed. It may be said of Provo, a city of 4,000 inhabitants, that there is not a rich man or a poor man in its limits. It would be difficult to find anywhere an assemblage of an equal number of inhabitants so contented with the answer to Hagar's prayer, "Give me neither poverty nor riches."

    Our host, the Bishop, was one of the "early pioneers." I have previously noticed the unusually large percentage of old people we everywhere meet. It would seem that the pilgrimage over




     

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    the desert in 1847 gave to every one who undertook and finished it a new lease of life. These old folks never die, for they have earned a claim to immortality. The Bishop was an intimate friend of Joseph Smith, the prophet, sharing with him many of his adventures and persecutions.

    His conversation elicited the truth of a very important but much disputed matter of church history. The question has often been discussed, was Joseph Smith, the originator of the Mormon sect, a polygamist? The Josephites, or, as they are sometimes called, the members of the "Reformed Church of the Latter-Day Saints," deny it emphatically, and, claiming that his own life was one of purity, insist that he did not countenance impurity in others. They accordingly discard this pernicious doctrine, which they say is a device of Brigham Young.

    In almost every other dogma of their religion they are in accord with the dominant sect. We have listened to their preaching, and never discovered any other material difference. They use the same religious books in their worship, and argue from them the prohibition of polygamy with as much earnestness as Orson Pratt displays in its advocacy.

    The outside Christian world, desirous of establishing a purer form of worship in Utah, would best attain its object by encouraging this sect of Josephites. The prevalence of their teachings would reform Mormonism, and that certain result would be better than all that can be accomplished by uncertain missionary effort. It may be said of this in general terms that it is a waste of time and money, and that all that the Presbyterians, Methodists, and Episcopalians have done in. the Territory has been among themselves, no converts having been made from Mormonism.

    When a Mormon apostatizes he almost always becomes an infidel or a spiritualist. It will be admitted by most people that Christianity of any kind is better than infidelity, and that no unprejudiced person can study the Mormon religion and its effects upon those who embrace it without coming to the conclusion that if it could be shorn of its one objectionable excrescence, it would confer as much happiness upon this condition of society as any other form or creed could bestow. I should like to see the Mormons complying with the law of the land, which has made polygamy a crime, but apart from this I have not the least desire for their conversion.

    Unfortunately for the Josephites and for the reformation they propose to bring about, they will be unable to establish the fact that Joseph Smith was a monogamist. His earlier writings and practice and all the teachings of his "Book of Mormon" were clearly in favor of monogamy; but, however willing to be virtuous was his spirit, his flesh became weak, and for several years before his death he was living in violation of his own precepts. There are old men in Utah who say that he had at least nine wives.

    Our friend Bishop Miller produced this conclusive testimony. He and another gentleman told us that the revelation of polygamy was read openly three years before the death of the prophet, and that they had heard it. Moreover, Bishop Miller was married his wife No. 2, at Nauvoo, by Hyrum Smith, the brother of the prophet Joseph, two years before these two men were killed by the mob at Carthage. Such proofs, easily brought forward, will lessen the influence of Josephism. But despite of them, the name itself of the sect, and the purer morality of its teachings, will be powerful arguments in its favor. Combining with other causes, when the death of Brigham Young occurs they will surely produce the needed reformation in the church.

    The surroundings of our host evinced that he was a prosperous man. Yet there was sometimes a shade of melancholy passing over his genial




     

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    face. This was always apparent when children were referred to in conversation. At first we thought he had lost some of his little ones, but we afterward discovered that he had no little ones to lose. Hinc illac lachrymae.

    Two comely and agreeable matrons in his household took excellent care of him. Besides these he had been owned by four more, now deceased; and yet the poor Bishop was childless. Each woman thought it the greatest curse that could fall upon her, and their general head considered that he was six times accursed.

    True, they had been exemplary Christians to the best of their knowledge and ability, conscientiously fulfilling all the duties of this life, but they had done absolutely nothing toward peopling the celestial kingdom. Those crowns of glory to be fitted on to the heads of their productive neighbors were not for theirs, and their exaltations around the throne would be of a low degree. How much happier both in this life and in the life to come is and is to be the condition of one of their venerable townsmen! He is ninety-two years of age and the father of sixty children. The eldest is seventy years old and the youngest is sixty-seven years his brothers junior. We were sorry that this patriarch was not at home. How delightful it would have been to see him trotting these two children of seventy and of three on his knees, and to hear him repeat from "Mother Goose" --

    "Tom Browns two little darling boys!
     One wouldn't stay, and t'other ran away --
      Tom Browns two little darling boys!"
                                                         JOHN CODMAN.

     

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    VIII.

    AFTER two days the storm abated, and on the third morning the sun rose brightly over the mountains, now covered nearly to their base with a pure quilt of snow. Winter seemed to have fixed his permanent abode among them, while summer was permitted to return for a short visit to the valleys. It was summer, with all its agreeable warmth, but not too hot for travel; summer, lacking somewhat of the pleasant views of green meadows, ripening harvests, and fruitful trees, but compensating for these losses by enhanced beauty of mountain scenery around and above.

    The Bishop had secured two ponies of promising character, but with peculiarities subsequently developed. As we were provided with our own outfit of saddle and side-saddle, we had nothing more to ask for, but cheerfully agreeing to pay half a dollar per day for each of the animals, for the time they might be required, we packed our luggage, and, mounting them, bade the Bishop and his family good-by for the present. Then, over a ground made somewhat soft by the late rains, we took our course to the south, along the eastern shores of Utah lake.

    There is such a similarity in all the settlements that I need scarcely more than mention the names. On the first afternoon we passed through Springville and Spanish Fork, and arrived at Payson, eighteen miles from Provo, in the evening. Our road lay along the bench below the Wasatch mountains. By turning our faces to the left we could enjoy a continual view of winter magnificence, and then looking down upon the bottoms, enough of summer was still there to make a pleasing picture, while beyond them the dark blue waters of the lake contrasted beautifully with the snowy Oquirrh range in the west.

    As we rode up to the door of the neat little inn, we were agreeably surprised to meet Judge Emerson, who, with a party, was on his return from the Tintec mines to Provo. This gentleman, although a Federal officer, occupying in this district a position similar to that held by Judge McKean in Salt Lake, is highly respected and esteemed by Mormons and Gentiles alike. Possessing all the accomplishments that distinguish the chief justice, with an integrity equally unquestioned, he lacks his sternness of utterance, and his less pronounced religious bias is regarded as more favorable to the exercise of his judicial action.

    The Mormons accept his decisions as made in accordance with the spirit of the law he is placed here to enforce. No one of them, excepting the most bigoted, can complain of him for being the agent of the Government, and no Gentiles, excepting the mischief makers of the "ring," assert that he is too lenient to the Saints.

    His present journey is an instance of his ablility to hold their mutual confidence. There had been a dispute concerning a mine between a Gentile and a Mormon. Each of them, desirous of avoiding legal expenses, had agreed that the judge should go with them to the spot, and there decide the question. This had been done, and all parties were returning amicably together. The arrangement was especially agreeable to us, as it afforded us an evening of pleasant entertainment.

    In the course of conversation a Mormon gentleman observed that, although he was a pluralist, and was very happy in his domestic relations, he recognized the right of Government to enforce its law against polygamy, provided it was constitutional. He and many other reflecting men are prefectly willing that some test cases shall be brought into the courts and decided




     

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    adversely, in order that the vexed question may speedily reach the highest tribunal and be forever set at rest.

    The little hotel at Payson is a model of comfort. It had lately been established by a young couple, the husband a Gentile and the wife a Mormon. The linen and the table service were faultless. There was no abominable stove to burn out the oxygen and poison the atmosphere, but a soft coal fire was flaming cheerfully in the grate, and everything reminded us of the easy luxury of an English country inn.

    We asked our pretty landlady how she came to marry a Gentile. "Why, isn't he handsome?" she replied; "and then he is good, and then -- and then -- I wanted every bit of him to myself! Father didn't like it, mother didn't like it, but I did."

    We had known of similar vagaries among other young women, and as fathers and mothers become reconciled to them after a while, we sincerely hope that the obdurate hearts of these Mormon parents will relent.

    Payson contains about 2,000 inhabitants. It is a thriving farming town, and is likely to increase in wealth and population when the railroad reaches it.

    In the morning we went on our way south, leaving the shores of the lake, which here has its southwestern limit. We had passed out of Salt Lake valley before reaching Provo, and now on reaching Santaquin came to the southern end of Utah valley. At this small settlement the railroad to be completed from Provo in a few months will have its terminus for the present. Every mile this thoroughfare progresses is a gain to the mining and agricultural interests of the South. These Utah rail-roads are dependent upon no land grants, concessions, or subsidies of any kind. In. the exact proportion of the demand and necessity for them, they are constructed by. the people and for the people who need them. Bonds are issued for two-thirds of the cost. Their bonds are not dependent upon Government charity or the chances of Congressional action. There is no watering of stock. In short, they are built by honest men for honest purposes. I do not know of a single eastern railroad offering such safe and ample security for investment.

    Our road had been one of gradual though almost imperceptible ascent for ten miles, to Santaquin. Here we reached, by a somewhat sharper grade, the more elevated valley of Juab, three or four miles wide and thirty miles long; Nephi, sixteen miles south of Santaquin, being its shire town.

    Progressing ten miles in that direction, we came to the small settlement of Willow Creek. We were provided with an encyclical letter from a church dignitary in Salt Lake, addressed "to all the bishops South." It was intimated therein that we were in search of information, and we were accordingly commended to the courtesy of these country ecclesiastics, who were requested to furnish mental and bodily refreshments when the lack of hotels obliged us to claim their hospitalities. We always find them assiduous in contributing to our comfort, and ready to impart all the information required. Many of them are in very moderate circumstances, but all have enough and to spare. A Mormon brother is always welcome to board and lodging gratis, and even a Gentile often finds it difficult to make them accept any remuneration.

    At Willow Creek we accordingly called upon Bishop Kay for the requirements of ourselves and our animals. Again we found an early pioneer, and listened to the oft-repeated story of crossing the desert.

    Salt Lake City is 4,800 feet above the level of the sea. We had mounted 700 feet in a distance of ninety miles. Here, directly against and almost above the village, is Mt. Nebo, the highest peak in the Territory, measured to be 12,000 feet. It was incomparably magnificent, clothed in its pure white robe shaded into a delicate pink at its summit, 7,000 feet above us, as the afternoon sun streamed upon it his upward slanting rays.




     

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    The wonderful rarefaction of the atmosphere plays curious freaks with our estimation of distance. I said to the Bishop that I should like to spend the afternoon, if time allowed, in going up to the peak. "Well," he replied, "you might start this afternoon, and if you did not freeze in the night you might possibly get there by sunset tomorrow. You remind me of an Englishman travelling through this back country a few years ago. He thought everything looked so near that he hadn't far to go, and he never could understand why he could not get along faster. At last he got on a little ahead of the party. They came up to him on the bank of a small brook two feet wide. He was taking off his boots to wade over. 'Why donÕt you jump across?' somebody asked him. 'Aw, you see,' replied the Englishman, 'I've been deceived so often that I fancied this brook might be half a mile wide, and I might be obliged to swim!"

    After dinner we rode on to Nephi, over a level bench of sage brush for most of the way. But when we came abreast of the mouth of the Salt Creek canyon, abundant water affording the means of irrigation, the ground bore evidence of the recent plentiful harvests of wheat, oats, and barley, and on entering the town we passed through blocks of orchards rather than of houses.

    I have described Nephi in the mention of Payson and of Provo. There is a sameness of beauty in them all. It contains about 2,000 inhabitants, and two hotels, one of which we know to be well kept by Mr. Seeley. He is an old Calfornian, and it was refreshing to find a pioneer who came from the West instead of from the East. "Are you a Mormon or a Gentile?" I asked. "Nary one," replied Seeley; "I'm a neutral." He had been to California in search of gold, he said, and had not found it. So he had come here in search of peace and quiet. Surely he has attained it.

    California and Utah solve the problem of longevity. The gold hunters went to California in 1847. In the same year the religious enthusiasts came to Utah in smaller numbers. At San Francisco the veterans of '47 have the annual meetings of their society. Very few of them are now left; of these too many are. broken down old men. Auri sacra fames produces an equal appetite for whiskey, and together they craze the brain. In no country is suicide so common, or old age so rarely attained, notwithstanding its unrivalled climate, as in California. In Utah, where winter howls among the mountains for half the year, and the toil of the farmers in the valleys is incessant, the robust exercise of the woodman and the quiet existence of the agriculturist, their temperate habits and the training of their minds with continual regard to the practice of religion in this world, with reference to its hopes for the future -- these conditions bring but little wear and tear on the human frame. As we have abundant proofs from the gray crowns upon so many heads, men live out their three-score years and ten, and if by reason of strength they be fourscore years, could the Psalmist see them, he would admit that their strength is not always labor and sorrow.


    IX.

    I HAVE already commented upon the advantage that this southern country will derive from the continuation of the railroad to Santaquin. Twenty miles more over a nearly level grade would bring it to Nephi. It is a necessity that the work should be thus far accomplished. * The less settled country, extending about two hundred miles to St. George, the southern town of Utah, can afford to wait for its development.

    It is true that Pioche, far in the southwest, on the confines of Nevada, is exceedingly rich in silver mines, and that the mines would be vastly more productive if railroad facilities were

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    afforded, but this district may be reached by the railroad now in course of construction in Tooole county. The iron country, some hundred and fifty miles south of Nephi, would be greatly stimulated by the advent of a railroad. But it is questionable if there would be sufficient; freight from both these sources to make the railroad a profitable investment for many years to come. The policy of building railroads to develop business is not so safe or successful as that of prosecuting business until it offers a sufficient inducement to make railroads remunerative.

    Thus far the latter plan has been followed with the best results in Utah. With scarcely an exception, all the roads have paid good dividends from the first year of their being put into operation. Nephi is an excellent point for the termination of the Utah Southern.

    The extensive Tintec silver mines can be reached by an easy grade for a narrow gauge road of twenty miles in a westerly direction, while it is also the nearest and most convenient junction for the narrow gauge road contemplated and surely to be built for the San Pete valley, that will contribute its coal and its grain. This is reached by the Salt Creek canyon, through which we took our road.

    The ascent is very gradual, little of it being on its steepest grade of 200 feet to the mile. The caiÕion is so wide that the height of the mountains at its sides is not fully realized, and there were always perplexing ideas of distances. By a circuitous track we wound along, keeping a southeast course in view, but often steering due north. In this way we circled Mt. Nebo, until we had a full veiw of its eastern slope, as beautiful in the morning light; as its western side had appeared in the sunshine of the previous afternoon. With the exception of a saw-mill and one cattle ranch, there was no sign of habitation or life upon the road until we came to Fountain Green, the first village in San Pete valley, into which we descended from the divide, after making fifteen miles from Nephi. Bishop Johnson not being at home, Mrs. John son gave us a kindly welcome, and spread before us an abundant and cleanly meal. There had recently been a marriage in the family, and we were introduced to the bride and bridegroom, the former fifteen and the latter seventeen years of age.

    Polygamy is not much countenanced in San Pete, as would appear by the energetic conduct of our hostess not long ago. I have related the experience of the Bishop of Camp Floyd, when he pursued matrimony under difficulties. His brother of Fountain Green fared even worse. He also conjugated surreptitiously. When Mrs. Johnson discovered that he had another house she dressed herself in male apparel, and, armed with an axe, destroyed the honeymoon. Fortunately mistaking the bedpost for one of their heads, she hacked it into a broken shaft over the grave, as it were, of love nipped in its early bud.

    This valley was originally called by its Indian name of San Pitch, a chief of this region. San Pitch headed the war which devastated these settlements seven years ago. As in the unpleasantness that occurred at Eden, Troy, and thousands of other places, a woman was the cause of this trouble.

    Barney Ward, an old settler before the time of the Mormon occupation of the valley, was on such terms of friendship with San Pitch that he promised him his daughter in marriage when she should become of a suitable age. But when that time arrived the young woman was found to have a will of her own. She rejected the advances of the swarthy Ute, and he took vengeance on the whites for the jilting he had received. The innocent Mormons who had begun to settle in the valley were murdered or driven out, their habitations laid waste, their crops burned, and their cattle stolen. All this happened because of the obstinacy of Miss Ward.

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    returned, and again built up their homes, fortifying all their villages with rude forts for their defence in case of other outbreaks. The wisdom of their precautions has been made obvious, for two raids have since been made upon them, the last of which occurred only two years since, when several individuals were killed and a large number of cattle driven off. Already nine towns, including this of Fountain Green, containing altogether ten thousand people, have been rebuilt, and are in a flourishing condition.

    The valley is forty miles in length by four to live in breadth, and is very productive of wheat, barley, and oats. Potatoes are raised in great abundance, and are celebrated for their excellent flavor. The average grain yield of San Pete is 450,000 bushels, a great part of which is exported to the mines of Pioche, Tintec, and other mining districts. The future great product of San Pete will be its coal, already attracting much attention, and promising great results.

    After dinner we rode on from Fountain Green, on the west side of the valley, south to the small collier hamlet called Wales. This is an absolutely monogamic Mormon town. There had been a feeble attempt on the part of the male members to introduce polygamy, but the women so rudely handled the intruders on their domestic peace, that the men surrendered unconditionally, and now the single broom-stick reigns supreme. No woman has presumed to dispute the sway of a rightful wife since the last audacious hussy was mounted on a rail, and having been carried by these Amazons down to the meadows, was there dumped and left to find her own way out of the neighborhood.

    A kind old Welsh couple took us into their little adobe hut of two rooms, giving us the best. There were holes in the roof, the sides, and the floor, thus affording plenty of ventilalion without windows. Mrs. Price told us heart-rending tales of the