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Show Bri~ham, was our host, and he entertained us with gemal hospitality. One of his half dozen or more homes and two of his many wives were located at Pinto. As a Bishop, a major in the militia, the probate JUdge of Iron County, and otherwise a man of prominent position in the Southern Settlements Brother Lee was better provided than were most Saints with means to entertain brethren on mission. . Coming south I had r:'anaged to establish myself 111 the good graces of Chilcott, and a word from him won me a hearty welcome from Lee. While Chilcott and Waller made some necessary repairs to our wagon and otherwise prepared for the passage across the desert, Brother Lee kindly volunteered to go out WJth me and see that Ankotash was favourably received by his tribe. . I had &iven the young buck a good rifle. Lee made hi!!' a fair trade of young steers for his tired mule. With these riches, he was welcomed by the band and acknowledged as its chief in the place of his dead father. TrutJ:! to say, it was a small enough honour. Unhke the Swux and other northern Indians the Piedes were a low stupid cowardly lot, and few 'were armed other than w1th bows and arrows. Lee claimed that the whole band would run before ten resolute white men, and he assured me that Ankotash with the slight knowledge and training acquired during h!s cap.hVIty, would h~ve no trouble in maintaining his posihon as a sub-chief of the tribe. Owi~g perhaps to his form~r humiliating position a~ Lees slave, the young Indian affected great stolidity m the presence of my companion. But I fancied that he felt some real gratitude to me for what I had been able to do for him. The next morni!'g, as my travelling companions had completed their preparatiOns for the desert trip to the Mohave, we rolled out of Pinto. Our horses had been e'.'changed for two span of fresh mules, which were 111 such fine fettle that we whirled along I 59 at a runaway pace. In many places the road was so rough that I would not have cared to drive out of a walk. Yet Chilcott, with his foot ever ready on the brake and the lines in an iron grip, guided us safe past every danger. Near where we swung into the north end of the mile-wide valleY. called the Mountain Meadows was a small shack bUll t by one of the Mormon Settlers for occupancy during the grazing and hay-cutting season. It was now empty, and Chilcott made no attempt to stop. . Ascending the light rise to the m1ddle of the Meadows the mules at last became winded and slackened their rush. They trotted down to the south end of the valley. Chilcott turned them off the main trail, to a large spring that flowed out through a gap in the surrounding mountains. Here he pulled up to water the mules and fill our keg. All around were scattered the remains of fires and fragments of outworn travelling gear. "This must be a favourite camping place for emigrant parties," I remarked. " Yes, the Gentile cusses! " growled Chilcott. " It's the best water they get for weeks.-Hurry up with that keg, Jake.-Wish the Lord would turn 1t in to a bitter well of Ed om whenever they come dragging their carcases out of the Kingdom, fat with our good bacon and flour and garden truck! " He looked around at the ridge crests that stretched on either side of us within !on~ rilleshot. " Some day the Lord will 111spire the Lamanites to stampede the stock of one of their trains," he predicted. " In a place like this, even the P1edes m1ght get up nerve to tackle the job. Wouldn't take many bucks with rifles to lie along those ridge tops and pick off the dirty cusses." " They sure could make it hot for a train down here," agreed Waller as he shouldered the water keg into the wagon. " According to my tell, howsome- |