The Press., 1892-10-20

He had some education. Travel had polished his base metal so that it shone well enough to deceive the vulgar or the credulous. He did not often allow him. self the broad coarseness of his brother preachers in the church.
 Bodily food had been prepared by the women while the men listened to Sig zum's grace before meat. A fragrance of baking bread had pervaded the air. A thousand slices of fat pork sizzled in two hundred frying pans, and water pots. Saints cannot solely live on ser mons.
 Brent and walked about to survey the camp. We stopped wherever we found the emigrants socia ble, and chatted with them. They were all eager to know how much length of journey re- mained.
 "We're comin to believe, some of us" said an old crone, with wrinkle for every grumble of her life, ''that we're to be forty year in the wilderness, like the old Izzerullites. I wouldn't have come, Samwell, if I'd known what you was bringin ms to-"
 ''There's many of us wouldn't have come, mother" rejoined Samwell cowed man of anxious look, Eff we'd known as much as we do now"
 Samwell glanced sadly at his dirty, travel worn children, at work at mud pies and dust vol au vents. His dowdy W broke off the colloquy by announcing, tone that she must have learned fro rattlesnake, that the loaf was bak, the bacon was fried and supper should ( wait for any body's talking
 All the emigrants were English. LAn- cashire their accent and dialect h. nounced, and Lancashire they told us was their home in the old stepmother country. e- -E'
 Stepmother, indeed, to these her chil- dren! No wonder that they found life at home intolerable! They were the poor est class of townspeople from the great manufacturing towns-penny trades men, indoor craftsmen, factory opera tives-a puny, withered set of beings; hardly men, if man means strength; hardly women, if woman means beauty. Their faces told of long years passed in the foul air of sclose shops, or work rooms, or steamy, oily, hocculent mills. All work and no play had been their history.
 "We have not seen," said Brent, 'one hearty John Bull or buxom Betsy Bull in the whole caravan"
 "They look as if husks and slops had been their meat and drink, instead of beef and beer"
 Beef and beer belong to fellows that have red in their cheeks and guffaws in 1 their throats, not to these lean, pale. dreary wretches."
 sThe saints robes seem as sorry as their persons" said I. ''No watchman on the hilltops of their Zion will hail, 'Who are these in bright array? when they heave in sight!"
 "They have right to be way worn after their summer of plodding over these dusty wastes"
 "Here comes 8 group in gayer trim. actually founces and parasols!' Several young women of the Blowsa- lind order, dressed in very incongruous toggery of stained and faded silks, passed us. They seemed to be on round of evening visits, and sheltered their tanned faces against the October sunshine with ancient fringed parasols. Their costume had queer effect in the camp of Nor mon caravan at Fort Bridger. They were in good spirits, and went into little panics when they saw Brent in his In- dian rig, and then into "Lor me!' and 'Bless us!' when the supposed Pawnee was discovered to be handsome pale face. iC.-=-
 Perhaps we waste sympathy" said Brent, Ion these people. Why are not they better off here, and likely to be more comfortable in Utah than ill the slums of Manchester" ..s
 "Drudgery for drudgery, slavery for slavery, barren as the Salt Lake country is, and rough the lot of pioneers, have no doubt they will be. But then the re- igionr" ,.
 ''I do not defend that; but what has England done for them to make them regret it? Of what use to these poor proletaires have the cathedrals been, or the sweet country churches, or the quiet cloisters of Oxford and Canbridge?"
 We had by this time approached the upper end of the ellipse. Sizzum, as quartermaster, had done his duty we'll. The great blue land arks, each roofed with it's hood of white canvas stretched on hoops, were in stout, serviceable or der-wheels, axles and bodies.
 Near the head of the train stood a small, neat wagon. We might have merely glanced at it and passed by, as we had done elsewhere along the line; but as we approached our attention was