must have known it. But his memory 

 failed him sadly the first day out, which 

 reduced him to the necessity of inquir- 

 ing of the neighbours. As these were 

 unsociably placed from thirty to fifty 

 miles apart, there were many times 

 when the little blind god of chance 

 ruled our course. 



We put up for the night at Rex- 

 burgh, after forty long miles of alkali 

 dust. The Mormon religion has sent a 

 thin arm up into that country, and the 

 keeper of the log building he called a 

 hotel was of that faith. The history 

 of our brief stay there belongs properly 

 to the old torture days of the Inqui- 

 sition, for the Mormon's possessions of 

 living creatures were many, and his 

 wives and children were the least of 

 them. 



Another day of dust and long hard 



