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was easy。 And it was simple； unostentatious； and fitted like a glove。
It was a representation of a GOLDEN BEEHIVE； with the bees all at work！
The city lies in the edge of a level plain as broad as the State of
Connecticut； and crouches close down to the ground under a curving wall
of mighty mountains whose heads are hidden in the clouds； and whose
shoulders bear relics of the snows of winter all the summer long。
Seen from one of these dizzy heights； twelve or fifteen miles off； Great
Salt Lake City is toned down and diminished till it is suggestive of a
child's toy…village reposing under the majestic protection of the Chinese
wall。
On some of those mountains； to the southwest； it had been raining every
day for two weeks； but not a drop had fallen in the city。 And on hot
days in late spring and early autumn the citizens could quit fanning and
growling and go out and cool off by looking at the luxury of a glorious
snow…storm going on in the mountains。 They could enjoy it at a distance；
at those seasons； every day； though no snow would fall in their streets；
or anywhere near them。
Salt Lake City was healthyan extremely healthy city。
They declared there was only one physician in the place and he was
arrested every week regularly and held to answer under the vagrant act
for having 〃no visible means of support。〃 They always give you a good
substantial article of truth in Salt Lake； and good measure and good
weight； too。 ＇Very often； if you wished to weigh one of their airiest
little commonplace statements you would want the hay scales。＇
We desired to visit the famous inland sea； the American 〃Dead Sea；〃 the
great Salt Lakeseventeen miles； horseback； from the cityfor we had
dreamed about it； and thought about it； and talked about it； and yearned
to see it； all the first part of our trip； but now when it was only arm's
length away it had suddenly lost nearly every bit of its interest。 And
so we put it off； in a sort of general way； till next dayand that was
the last we ever thought of it。 We dined with some hospitable Gentiles；
and visited the foundation of the prodigious temple； and talked long with
that shrewd Connecticut Yankee； Heber C。 Kimball （since deceased）； a
saint of high degree and a mighty man of commerce。
We saw the 〃Tithing…House；〃 and the 〃Lion House；〃 and I do not know or
remember how many more church and government buildings of various kinds
and curious names。 We flitted hither and thither and enjoyed every hour；
and picked up a great deal of useful information and entertaining
nonsense； and went to bed at night satisfied。
The second day； we made the acquaintance of Mr。 Street （since deceased）
and put on white shirts and went and paid a state visit to the king。
He seemed a quiet； kindly； easy…mannered； dignified； self…possessed old
gentleman of fifty…five or sixty； and had a gentle craft in his eye that
probably belonged there。 He was very simply dressed and was just taking
off a straw hat as we entered。 He talked about Utah； and the Indians；
and Nevada； and general American matters and questions； with our
secretary and certain government officials who came with us。 But he
never paid any attention to me； notwithstanding I made several attempts
to 〃draw him out〃 on federal politics and his high handed attitude toward
Congress。 I thought some of the things I said were rather fine。 But he
merely looked around at me； at distant intervals； something as I have
seen a benignant old cat look around to see which kitten was meddling
with her tail。
By and by I subsided into an indignant silence； and so sat until the end；
hot and flushed； and execrating him in my heart for an ignorant savage。
But he was calm。 His conversation with those gentlemen flowed on as
sweetly and peacefully and musically as any summer brook。 When the
audience was ended and we were retiring from the presence； he put his
hand on my head； beamed down on me in an admiring way and said to my
brother：
〃Ahyour child； I presume？ Boy； or girl？〃
CHAPTER XIV。
Mr。 Street was very busy with his telegraphic mattersand considering
that he had eight or nine hundred miles of rugged； snowy； uninhabited
mountains； and waterless； treeless； melancholy deserts to traverse with
his wire； it was natural and needful that he should be as busy as
possible。 He could not go comfortably along and cut his poles by the
road…side； either； but they had to be hauled by ox teams across those
exhausting desertsand it was two days' journey from water to water； in
one or two of them。 Mr。 Street's contract was a vast work； every way one
looked at it； and yet to comprehend what the vague words 〃eight hundred
miles of rugged mountains and dismal deserts〃 mean； one must go over the
ground in personpen and ink descriptions cannot convey the dreary
reality to the reader。 And after all； Mr。 S。's mightiest difficulty
turned out to be one which he had never taken into the account at all。
Unto Mormons he had sub…let the hardest and heaviest half of his great
undertaking； and all of a sudden they concluded that they were going to
make little or nothing； and so they tranquilly threw their poles
overboard in mountain or desert； just as it happened when they took the
notion； and drove home and went about their customary business！ They
were under written contract to Mr。 Street； but they did not care anything
for that。 They said they would 〃admire〃 to see a 〃Gentile〃 force a
Mormon to fulfil a losing contract in Utah！ And they made themselves
very merry over the matter。 Street saidfor it was he that told us
these things：
〃I was in dismay。 I was under heavy bonds to complete my contract in a
given time； and this disaster looked very much like ruin。 It was an
astounding thing； it was such a wholly unlooked…for difficulty； that I
was entirely nonplussed。 I am a business manhave always been a
business mando not know anything but businessand so you can imagine
how like being struck by lightning it was to find myself in a country
where written contracts were worthless！that main security； that sheet…
anchor； that absolute necessity； of business。 My confidence left me。
There was no use in making new contractsthat was plain。 I talked with
first one prominent citizen and then another。 They all sympathized with
me； first rate； but they did not know how to help me。 But at last a
Gentile said； 'Go to Brigham Young！these small fry cannot do you any
good。' I did not think much of the idea； for if the law could not help
me； what could an individual do who had not even anything to do with
either making the laws or executing them？ He might be a very good
patriarch of a church and preacher in its tabernacle； but something
sterner than religion and moral suasion was needed to handle a hundred
refractory； half…civilized sub…contractors。 But what was a man to do？
I thought if Mr。 Young could not do anything else； he might probably be
able to give me some advice and a valuable hint or two； and so I went
straight to him and laid the whole case before him。 He said very little；
but he showed strong interest all the way through。 He examined all the
papers in detail； and whenever there seemed anything like a hitch； either
in the papers or my statement； he would go back and take up the thread
and follow it patiently out to an intelligent and satisfactory result。
Then he made a list of the contractors' names。 Finally he said：
〃'Mr。 Street； this is all perfectly plain。 These contracts are strictly
and legally drawn； and are duly signed and certified。 These men
manifestly entered into them with their eyes open。 I see no fault or
flaw anywhere。'
〃Then Mr。 Young turned to a man waiting at the other end of the room and
said： 'Take this list of names to So…and…so； and tell him to have these
men here at such…and…such an hour。'
〃They were there； to the minute。 So was I。 Mr。 Young asked them a
number of questions； and their answers made my statement good。 Then he
said to them：
〃'You signed these contracts and assumed these obligations of your own
free will and accord？'
〃'Yes。'
〃'Then carry them out to the letter； if it makes paupers of you！ Go！'