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 
