152 SADDLE AND CAMP 



I thanked him and rode on to overtake the 

 Bishop. 



Every Mormon settlement has its bishop. 

 He is the local head of the church, and not 

 only fills a position similar to that of pastor, 

 but collects timings and presides over the tem- 

 poral interests of the church in his district. He 

 is not a professional theologian, but a ranch- 

 man or business man. 



Bishop Sorenson placed at my disposal a cor- 

 ral adjoining a barn, with hay and open stalls 

 for the horses, with no other restriction than 

 that my campfire should not be lighted within 

 the corral. 



"Jake," he called to a tall, lank young fel- 

 low, "show the way over to the c'ral." 



Jake, who had been an interested and curious 

 spectator, was not only willing but anxious 

 for the service. It gave him an opportunity to 

 satisfy his curiosity concerning me. 



"Come fur?" he asked while I unpacked. 



"Quite a distance." 



"Prospectin'?" 



"No." 



"Ridin' range?" 



'TNTo." 



"Surveying" 



"No, just riding through the country." 



