San Antonio daily light. [volume] (San Antonio, Tex.) 1886-1907, 1892-02-06

self lands and beeves and wives without
number. Biddulph and / staid several
days with him when we came through
in the summer. His ranch is down the
valley, toward Provo. He owns half the
United States mail contract. They told
me in the city that he intended to run
this trip himself. You will see an odd
compound of fellow"
81 should think so; policeman, acolyte,
man-of-war's man, Yankee husband,
Mormon! Has he come to his finalityg'
"He thinks so. He is shrewd fellow
of many smatterings. He says there are
only two logical religions in the civilized
world-the Popish and the Mormon.
These two are the only ones that have
any basis in authority. His convent ex-
periences disenchanted him with Cathol-
icism. He is quite irreverent, is the es-
Unable Jake. He says monks are set
of snuffy old reprobates. He says that
he found celibacy tended to all manner
of low vice; that monogamy disappoint-
ed him; so he tried the New Revelation,
polygamy and all, and has become an
ardent propaganda and exhorter. Take
the man as he is, and he has plenty of
brave, honest qualities"
We had by this time ridden up to the
mail party. They were moving slowly
along. The nights camping spot was
near 1t was bit of grassy level on the
bank of river, galloping over the peb-
bles with its mountain impetus still in it
Green river, perhaps; Green or White,
or Big Sandy or Little Stony.
"Hillo, Shamberlainp hailed Brent,
riding up to the train.
"Howdydo? Howdydo9 No swap"
responded Jake, after the Indian fashion.
"Bung my eyes! eff you're not the mate
of all mates I'm glad to see. Pax vobis-
crum, my filly! You look as fresh as an
Aperel shad. Praised be the Lordy con-
tinued he, relapsing into Mormon slang,
"who has sent thee again, like a brand
from the burning, to fall into paths of
pleasantness with the saints, as they
wander from the promised land to the
mean section where the low lived Gen
tiles ripen their souls for hell"
Droll farrago! but just as Jake de-
livered it. He had the slang and the
swearing of all chimes and countries at
his tongues end.
"Hello, strangerr said he, turning to
me. 81 allowed you was the barrow
night"
"It's my friend, Richard Wade" said
Brent.
Yours to command, Brother Wade"
Jake says Hospitality. "Ef you turn out
prime, one of the out and cutters, like
Brother John Brent, I'll tip 'em the wink
to let you off easy at the Judgment Day,
GENTLE or not. I've booked Brother
John fur Paradise. Brother Joseph's
gos a white robe fur him, blow high,
blow lowp
We rode along beside chamberlain.
"What did you mean just nowP" asked
my friend. "You spoke of Wade's being
the baronet."
"a allowed you wouldn't leave him be-
hind"
~ don't understand. have not seen
him since we left you in the summer.
I've been on to California and back"
"The barrownight's ben stoppin round
in the valley ever since. He seems to
have call to stop. Perhaps his heart
is fetched, and he is goan to jine the
Lords people. left him down to my
ranch ten days ago, playing with a
grizzly cub, what he's trying to make a
gentleman of. A pooty average gentle
man it'll make too"
every odd" says Brent to me. "Bid-
dulph meant to start for home at once
when we parted. He had some errand
in behalf of the lady he had run away
from"
Probably he found he could not trust
his old wounds under her eyes again.
Wants another years crust over his scar
flied heart"
"Quite likely. Well, 1 wish we had
known he was in the valley. We would
have carried him back with us. A fine
fellow! Couldn't be better"
mot raw, as Englishmen generally
are!"
"No; we'll ripened by year or SO in
America"
By this time we had reached camp.
Horses first, self afterward, is the law
of the plains travel. A camp must have:
1. Water.
2. Fodder.
3. Fuel.
These are the necessities. Anything
else is luxury.
We Joined suppers with our new
friends. After supper we sat smoking
our pipes and talking horse, Indians,
bear fights, scalping and other brutal
business, such as the world has not out
grown.