Daily Kennebec journal. [microfilm reel] (Augusta, Me.) 1870-1975, 1880-11-03
From the San Francisco Chronicle.
The POlygamist's Paradise.
SALT LAKE CRY As VIEWED BY GENTLE
TRAVELLER.

SALT LAKE CITY As VIEWED BY A GENTLE
TRAVELLER
SALT LAKE CRY, Oct. s.-My emotions on
reaching Salt Lake City were peculiar
had long heard and read Of that inland me-
tropoIis, and when trod its streets at last
and breaihed its balmv air, unutterable
thoughts possessed me. / was by no means
an inexperienced youth. | had passed sew
| eral years in married state, and had seen the
| zorch of Hymen blaze and disseminate its
warming and exhilerating influence over all
nv surroundings. Here in Utah. l solilo-
| quized, sis not only the state but the Terri
| tory of matrimony" I gazed about me and
beheld foeks of young saintesses tripping
along the sidewalks or peering into shop win
dows, and from my inner and outer conscious
/ mess was evolved startling idea From
whence came a man was permitted to make
only one woman miserable for life. In Salt
Lake CITY he NAV blight the destinies Of
dozen of them-aye, of a thousand if he
chooses. "Anv half dozen, or any four dozen
! of all see" | remarked to myself, 81 may
marry. I may make 800 of them wretched if
/; I so desire" The reflection was so novel
that for a moment il might have been termed
pleasing but when the dread assaulted me that
perhaps | might yield to the temptation. |
was appalled,. Imagine dry goods bills being
| presented in packages Of j00-being hauled
4 to your house in express wagons, and rolled
into the front yard like cotton bales of CATER
bills ard millinery bills. and the Lord only
knows how MANY other kinds of bills, all be-
ing delivered in similar fashion. No, nv
/ Christian friend, do not be alarmed concern
/ ing me. Do not tremble lest | should, IN
moment of weakness. yield to the allurements
around me. ! consider that every Mormon
who lives up to his reilglon Is simply q
hero man who should be an object OF ad-
miration to the fairer sex.
| stroled to the front of the Lion House,
and. leaning against locust tree gazed long
and thoughtfully at that edihce lt Is one
that teens with memories and with interest
II j. called the Lion House, | presume, be-
canse the lion of the tribe of Deseret dwelt
there. Gentiles speak of him as ''Old Brig,
but the faithful reverentially refer to him as
The Prophet" From the appearance OF the
buildings in tie neighborhood, he was much
such a prophet as we read OF IN "Laiia
Rookh- queer OLD colony OF houses ne
put up there. apparently ne eared very III
tie Tor style " nat ne was alter was roou'
and plenty OF II. lie calied one OF MS family
fabrics the bee Hive. 1t was ropmy also
High stone walls, roughly but firmly con-
structed, conceal the yard OF the Lion House,
but dormer windows overlook It, Now there
must have been lively skirmishing at times
in these various capacious structures.
imagined to myself how the lord and master
of all the women who dwelt IN them must
have occasionally seated himself IN one OF
those dormer windows. in an easy chair, and
in dressing gown and slippers. Then | con-
f ceived how he ordered all his old and young
girls turned into the back yard beneath, for a
grand settlement of their difficulties. Like a
king of love and beauty. IN ancient tourna-
ment style, he presided, and laughed until
his sides shook-until the melee Was over.
The yard must have been covered with tufts
and lunches of feminine locks which the
pious stableman no doubt gathered up with a
pitchfork and sold to some GENTLE hair es-
tablishment. a hundred questions present
themselves to the vlrtuous Californian as he
stands before those buildings and revels III
thought. The last one he asks himself Is
whether lie is in America or not. He finally
concludes that he is in America, but he is not
certain that he is in the United States 'Old
Brig was not a citizen of our Republic. He
? was n monarch without a crown a king with
out a scepter, a dcspot without a throne. He
reigued with indisputable sway, and laughed
, in his sleeve at the DEGREES of man they
call President, in place they call Washing
ton, thousands of miles to the east He caret
I no more for the laws of our government thar
his great prototype, King David, did for the
laws of idolatrous heather nations. The
, present Grand Mogul of Utah, John Taylor
is at heart equally rebellious. Utah is in the
l United States the way shark is in the ocean
, All over Salt Lake City two inscription.
are visible in the air. Like the one DAME
= translated to Belshazzar they are not painted
with a pot and brush. They read SIT i.
not good for man to be alone" and, "Wha
are YOU going to do about it?" As Icounter
marched down the street, President Have:
whizzed past me in carriage, but 1 noticed
, that in the very next vehicle Mrs. Hayes sat
and on her countenance was vigilant de
termined expression. II denoted that she
knew where she was, and that she was stern
ly resolved to see Rutherford safely through
: to Ogden sense of my own lonely ant
unprotected condition overwhelmed me, anC
sought the solitude of my crowded hotel
, aye been to the Tabernacle" yelled tn,
clerk with an expression of alarm. | haC
? not so. YOU want to see that-the creates
building in the world. Brigham Young drew
the plans himself" l was on the street
again. and at once. My chief curiosity haC
been to see where Brigham Young kept hi
family To see where he preached was Ger
tainlv worth twenty minutes of time A