114 A CALIFORNIA TRAMP. 



in leafy verdure, and its cool brooks leaping beneath the gleam- 

 ing sunlight, forming a paradise when contrasted with the 

 gloomy regions over which he has been journeying. 



Brigham Young, the Grand Lama of Utah, was invisible at 

 the time of my arrival in his domains. Some said this was 

 because the eyes of Justice were on his trail to make him 

 answer certain charges alleged against him; others, that 

 the Army had offended him in thus entering his domain 

 without leave or license from his royal self, and that he was 

 undertaking to spite Uncle Sam by clinging like a wrathful 

 spider to his den, and refusing to show himself. He had dis- 

 continued the weekly gatherings at the Tabernacle, perhaps 

 to show that the conduct of the " outside barbarians" displeased 

 him, and that he would not be a good boy until the Federal 

 troops were withdrawn from his realm and he was left again 

 in power. On the contrary, his more worldly minded or less 

 stubborn subjects, more intent on filling their purses than 

 battling for the interest of the Church, were in high glee at 

 the existing state of things. Heretofore the only means which 

 the Saints had of acquiring money, whereby to purchase their 

 luxuries, was from the produce sold to that portion of the 

 California emigration which passed through their settlements, 

 and by taking surplus cattle to California ; the road to which 

 was mainly over deserts, and for a good portion of the year 

 blocked with snow. Now they had a market under their very 

 eyes, which would relieve them of all their surplus produce 

 at prices to suit themselves, for the great army which had 

 come to subjugate them, but which was now to benefit them, 

 was close at hand. Therefore, as soon as peace was established, 

 the lucre-loving Saint might have been seen wending his way 

 toward the great market house at Camp Floyd with his grain, 

 his flour, his vegetables and his lumber, and coming home 

 with his pockets lined with United States gold, and laughing 

 in his sleeves at the bungling way in which Uncle Sam does 



