Daily Yellowstone journal. [volume] (Miles City, Mont.) 1882-1893, 1883-12-12
MORMON WaEVCHEDNESS
A Graphic Description or Enigrn-
ton Horror, al salt Lake City.
TC a. CO. Philadelphia Press

Bat hal tie worst yet 10 see. That
evening - I nae 81 the tithing yard III
company w.th Pauline, We heard the
low hun al voices. 1 WAS resolved 10
sae and l:l,w t all, SO stepped into a
Ee,ghb ring rtole-i: happened to he q
Gentila e,ilbl.sIaent-an | Inquired
what i, ell meant.
"OA. contemporaries, "you ladies
don't want TO 60 in there. lEe emf
grants Gse lua2tcrcd there those that
have no friends in town AMI those that
are to bc sent out into the surrounding
country tomorrow. ION know this il
the dis r;bu.iu" point. You would be
shocked by tha exhibition"
ia il sain?' ! in !rtired.
80, yes, its safe, bu. not at all pleas
ant"
We followed the crowd, and stole in
side the yard, each hO!,ling close to the
other. Third-ciass humanity? The
term tepth-class humanity would hardly
express the chasm winch exists between
them and our own native lover classes.
The ward was crow lei with Europes
refuse. The night was pleasant or the
crowd must have suffered sorely for
lack OF shelter. Scattered about tho
Enclosure were the granaries and sheds
where loyal Mormons pay their tenth
annually. Men, women and children
were scattered everywhere, AMI gave ont
the impression tina. they were thor
oughly waetched. Some, too tired 70
stand, had sunk down, and were snoring
in the dirt. There was no illumination
in the yard save that contributed by the
pitying mooa. The confusion wa, ex-
treme. Women were wandering around,
as if in doubt, but the sluggish, unintel-
lgent expressions on their faces tod
that they were without ambition or cul-
tlre.
But there was another element in the
crowd, which L have not alluded to.
They were the Mormons who had come
TO this stamping-groInd to secure do
inestic help for mere pittance. The
wives were in the yard odioe proper,
which we had not yet entered, sampling
the foreign goods there at their dis
rosal. Some Of the Mormous were pro-
fame, aud 1 could hear them swearing
because all the best girls had been
picked out in advance by the mis-
sionaries. who had been hirel to make
such selections. Then, too, many citi.
zens of Salt Lake City had gone north
TO Ogden, and there secured kitchen
help-and prospective wives-for them
selves.
We entered the two-story rambling
pile in the centre of the yard. and here
the supreme vision of squaior greeted
U.S. Each room contained rs furniture
small plain table, with tin pail
filled with drinking water on Its top. q
smoking lantern tied to the centre OF
the ceiling. and one or two rude benches.
Here the people were stretching their
weary limbs, either on tue bare floor or
on such blankets as they had brought
with them from the old country. Women
were seated on the floor rocking back
and forth. and moaning from the ia
tigue of their long journey. Children
were sprawlel about in the filth OF
their ragged garments and the dirty
boards. l saw Que old man, not less
than 20 years OF age, should judge,
who sat in abject misery ON bench,
with his elbows ON his knees and his
chin in his hands. approached him
and founI that he was from Wales.
"Oh, why did an old man like me
come clelr across the ocean for this 2"
he muttercd.
"Oh, it'll be all right in the morning.
father" replied woman of some ~ or
90 years, who sat beside him. But
most of the pilgrims did not speak
English at all.
The windows were partially down,
nut the olor was terrible, nevertheless.
Tin pals filed with IRONY butter and
moldy bread that had evidently trav-
cled thousands OF miles, gave forth q
sickening smell. No. one was in attend
ance. apparently. TO order things.
Thoroughly satisfied, We hurried out
Of the pen, aud, walking further up the
avenue, crossed over to the Amelia pal
ace, the luxurious home OF President
John Taylor. Verify, here was
contrast. Fountains were play
ing in the yard. Wind.
ing paths led through the velvety
sod and among the beautiful flower
beds. Ringing the door-bell, we were
ushered into magnificent drawing
room, and there awaited the coming Of
one OF the most powerful sovereigns in
the world. President Taylor's house is
one of the best furn; shed in the United
states. Our feet deuted thick plush
carpets. On the walls hung choice oil
paintings Of mammoth proportions, set
in massive gils frames. Elegant cham
deliers swung from the frescoed cell
iDgs. and score of lr slliant Jets
sparkled behind colorcd globes. Soft
music from distant piano soothed tho
sense. in place of the polyglot bah-
blings Of the rabble jus; left behind.
Ills was another Mormonisin.