Nevada territory to join their father. They are pretty, but,
merciful heavens! how they throw the meat and potatoes down their
throats. "This is the first squar' meal we've had since we left
Rocky Thompson's," said the eldest. Then addressing herself to me,
she said:

"Air you the literary man?"

I politely replied that I was one of "them fellers."

"Wall, don't make fun of our clothes in the papers. We air goin'
right through in these here clothes, WE air! We ain't goin' to RAG
OUT till we git to Nevady! Pass them sassiges!"

4.12. BRIGHAM YOUNG.

Brigham Young sends word I may see him tomorrow. So I go to bed
singing the popular Mormon hymn:

"Let the chorus still be sung,
Long live Brother Brigham Young,
And blessed be the vale of Desere't--ret--ret!
And blessed be the vale of Deseret."

At two o'clock the next afternoon Mr. Hiram B. Clawson, Brigham
Young's son-in-law and chief business manager, calls for me with
the Prophet's private sleigh, and we start for that distinguished
person's block.

I am shown into the Prophet's chief office. He comes forward,