The weekly Butte record., 1858-10-23

ton, has borne him children. Mr. West is not
more than 10, but he is a very serious man
and walks about lis little kingdom with the
air of man deeply engaged in very solid
thought. The ladies all waited upon the lat.
ter by turns, and there seemed to be q great
deal of quiet harmony among them. 1t was
Sunday, and the children, all fat and healthy
were playing about would approach the Bish-
op, who caressed them moment, and then re-
sumed his solid thinking. We remained il,
Ogden long enough to eat. and then, with a
team of furious hores. rushed out on our wav
At two miles crossed the Weber river, large
stream which empties into Salt Lake. At
twelve miles passed Neysville, another small
walled town, and abandoned.
Pennington, 27 miles from Ogden, was our
last station; We reached it at ten at night. The
world was asleep, and it required laundering
raps to wake up the keeper, whose eyes were
still heavy when he opened the window and in.
quired cautiously what was wanted The mules
that he had kept up for two days, had that
evening been turned out to Craze, and he was
afraid that they could not be caught until NOR.
ming. He sent four Of his boys and went him.
self, and in two hours brought them up. They
were snorting wild mules. and leaped clear out
OF their harness several times. before they could
be secured.
Pennington is o town Of 200 families and has
a bishop, John Hess, who owns four women
Like the other towns, it has been partially
walled and abandoned. The moon was shining
brightly. as we rushed through the southern
gateway of the town, on our last stage Of II
miles. We passed through the walled and
halt walled towns, Centreville and Sessions,
without really seeing them. and in one hour
and forty minutes drove within the walls of the
City OF Great Salt Lake. We drove through
the streets all silent and still, and the moon
was just setting as We knocked at the Post
Office, and delivered the mall at o'clock and
27 minutes A. NJ, in sixteen days and 81 min
utes from Pacerville.
Our long and weary journey was ended. We
had now to seek hotel and rest. But this
was not so easy. Ira drove us around to the
Ell Dorado. Tin wash-basins standing upon
a bench in front of the house did not indicate
a high order of entertainment, and we drove
round to the Salt Lake House, where we were
assured that if we liked. we could sleep upon
the floor in our own blankets, for they had
neither rooms nor BEDS 1t was the best we
could do and we did it. These were the only
places in town at which we could apply for
public accommodation, and such as it was, we
obtained it.
We slept few hours, and awoke to look
upon the busy new world that surrounded US,
and strange it seemed, too, to wake up and
find ourselves here. The same old Sol shone
brightly and intensely upon US, and there were
many old familiar faces-but the mountains,
the dusty plains, the history, was all different
The first man | encountered was Dan Taft,
an old Los Angeles friend of long standing.
He is the agent of the Overland Stage Com
pany here, and more competent man, or one
better acquainted with his business, could not
be obtained. All his energies are now devo-
ted to the success, and the satisfactory success,
of his route 1t is well for the contractors,
and also for travellers, that he is here, because
there is confidence in his ability. The mail
will never fail through any of his remissness
and he must have changed sadly if he allows
his passengers any reasonable canSe of CON-
piaiut upon the road, because te-tss them just
the fare they are to expect upon the road, and
what they must do to render themselves CON-
Portable. Long may Dan Tafts good humor-
ed face be sheltered by tina. white hat, and
long may he remain among "this people to
show them the way to California by the Over
land Mail Stage.
The next man I encountered was Richard
Hopkins, looking better than ever. 1t was
good to meet him, for he was one of our most
companionable fellows in other days, and the
discipline of the church has not yet affected his
good nature. accompanied him to the store
of Livingston, Kinkead & Co., who offered me
the hospitalities OF their house until | could
better mysef-an offer l was very happy to
avail myself of.
Soon after this, [ was rejoiced to meet our
friend f. ID. Knight, the murdered man, live
" and hearty as usual but looking pale, as if
from recent sickness He will himself tell you
of his travels and experience.
OF the men who murdered him, | know
MIR. Hanks WELL There is no better man in
any community than he, nor is there more
kind-hearted gentleman. am very glad that
no accident befel our friend. Had it been
otherwise, so strong is the prejudice against
Mormons, that no proofs or assertions of innO-
cence on the part of Mr. H. would ever have
satisfied the world He would have lived un-
der the suspicion of murder. And this single
circumstance leads me to inquire whether it is
not possible that many of the specific charges
against Mormons may not be as uniounded as
this one, and for the same reason?
Well, my journey to Salt Lake is ended.
1t was wearisome, and there was much dis
comfort in the road. But all those things are
forgotten in the pleasure one feels at getting
safely over them. There was much said of
Indian troubles. 1t would have varied the
events of the road somewhat, could we have
had little brush but it was ordered other
wise. We came safely along without using
the arsenal provided for US.
We had good drivers all the time. Ira
Pierce, who brought US through, is one of the
most faithful of the Company's agents; so is
James Stevens, who came with US to Goose
creek. The services of those men are invalua-
BILE to the Company, and will always make this
road popular one.
The road itself is not yet sufficiently equip
ped, to allow the contractors to carry all the
passengers. When the stations are arranged,
and proper carriages put upon it, it will be
one of the most admirable routes in the coun.
try, The enterprise of the contractors must
keep up with the public demands. Then their
road will continue to be, what nature has made
it. the shortest and best route across the coun-
try. and the oEly one upon which there is abun
dance of wood, water and grass.
WALLACE.
THE FOLLY OF DUELLISG.-Punch says
wise thing now and then. Speaking OF Duel
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