The Press., 1892-10-27

--.-.@--...-@s-=F 4 drummer on this side and c ffcr on tlLnt
 Jake ran off after his music. We
 heard them, still disdaining time, march
 around the camp announcing the fam
 dango
 ''This helps us," said Brent. ''Our
 friends, of course, will not join the riot.
 When the Mormons are fairly engaged we will make our visit" "It is good night for gallop," said l. He nodded, but said nothing.
 Presently Jake, still supported by his
 pair of 1nelodists, reappeared. A strag-
 gling procession of saints followed him.
 They trooped into the inclosure, a mot ley throng indeed. Even that dry husk
 of music, hardly even cadence, had put
 some spirits into them. Noise, per SC, is
 not without virtue; it means life. Sham berlain's guests came together, laughing
 and talking. Their laughter was not liquid. But swallowing prairie dust does not instruct in dulcet tones. Rather wrinkled merriment; but still better than no merriment at all.
 We entered with the throng. Within
 
 scene for rough handed Flemish
 painter of low life to portray. ''The raganuffin brigade" whispered I to Brent. ''Jake Shamberlain's red
 flannel shirts and yaller topped boots would be better than this seediness of the. furbelowed ny1nphs and ole clo'
 swains. Evidently suits of full dress are not to be hired at a pinch on the boule- yards of Sizzumville."
 | Brent made no answer and surveyed the throng anxiously.
 "They have not come-the father and daughter he said. "I cannot think of the others now"
 'tShaIl we go to them" Mot yet. Sizzum sees us and will
 suspect"
 We stood by regarding, too much con
 cerned for our new friends to feel thor oughfy the humor of the scene. But it
 made it's impression.
 For lights at the Chamberlain ball, 1n-
 stead of the gas and wax of civilization, fire blazed in one corner of the court,
 and sundry dips of unmitigated tallow. with their perfume undiluted, fared
 from perches against the wall. Over
 head, up in the still, clear sky, the bare
 faced stars stared at the spectacle and shook their cheeks over the Imaginable
 maneuvers of terrestrials. The mundane lights, fires and dips
 flashed and glimmered; the sky lights twinkled merrily; the guests were as-
 sembled; the ball waited to begin. Jake Chamberlain, the master of cere- monies, cleared space in the middle
 and 'scalled for his fiddlers three.'' A board was laid across two barrels,
 and upon it Jake arrayed his orchestra,
 with Brother Bottery, so called, for
 leader. Twang went the fiddles. "Pard- ners for kerdrille!" cried Jake. Sizzum led off the ball with one of the Blowsalinds before mentioned. Danc- ing is enjoined in the Latter-day church.
 They cite Jephthah's daughter and David
 dancing by the ark as good scriptural
 authority for the custom.
 Right and leftP' cried Jake Sham berlain. '.Forrud the gent! The lady forrud! Forrud the whole squadl Jerk
 partners! Scrape away, Bottery! Kick out and no walkin! France in, gals! Lamm ahead, boys! Time, timel All
 hands around! Catch gal and spin heri Well, that was jest as harnsome kerdrille as ever seed" And so on with another quadrille,
 minuet and quadrille again. But the subsequent dances were not so orderly as the first. Filled with noise and romping they frequently ended in wild disorder. The figures tangled themselves into labyrinth, and the music, drowned by the tumult, ceased to be clew of escape. Nor could ake's voice, half suffocated by the dust, be heard above the din, until, having hushed his orchestra, he had called Haiti" dozen times. In the intervals between the dances we observed Larrap distributing whisky to the better class of the emigrants. Sig gum did not disdain to accept the hospi- tality of the stranger. Old Bridger's nquid stores, now Mormon property and
 for sale at the price of Johannisberger, diminished fast on this festal night. ssShall we goy whispered to Brent
 after awhile.
 "Not quite yet. Old Bottery an
 nounces that he is going to play polka.
 Fancy polka here! That will engage
 Sizzum after his potations, so that he will forget our. friends" 'sNow, brethren and saints," cried
 Jake, attention for the polky! Pipe up, Bottery!"
 At the sound of the creaking polka, youth, pale and unwholesome as 8
 tailor's apprentice, led out sister saint.
 Others followed. Some danced teetotum fashion. Others bounced clumsily about. Around them all stood an appfauding
 circle. The fddlers scraped; the dust
 few. Sizzum and Larrap, two bad ele-
 ments in combination, stood together, cheering the dancers.
 ..Come," said Brent, sslet us get into purer air and among nobler creatures.
 How little we thought" he continued,
 "when we were speaking of such scenes
 and people as we have just left as pos sible background, what figures would
 stand in the foregroundr' sI am glad to be out of that noisy rab-
 ble," said I, as we passed from the gate.
 ssThe stars seem to look disdainfully on
 them. 1 cannot be entertained by that