Twelve Mormon Homes : Twelve Mormon homes visited in succession on a journey through Utah to Arizona.

Twelve Mormon Homes, page 022

ducing me with the same form of words to some "old friend," whose name he has clean forgotten, and trusts I shall find out incidentally for him. Now, he had the name; but whether he remembered anything more, I doubted. "Lot Smith, Lot Smith?" Naturally, being in Utah, my thoughts flew .to the late Joseph, and I mentally enumerated the scions of that house, whose photographs had been brought us by his gigantic young kinsman, Samuel. No; there was no Lot among them. "And so you are content to be a quiet farmer at `Bountiful'?" T. was saying, as I gave up my researches among the Smiths. "And so you are contented to be a quiet citizen since you came back from the wars?" retorted the other. "No, indeed, Colonel. I'm just waitin' the word. I'm expectin' to hear of that there expedition to the Arctics, and when you're ready I am. We'll have real times like you had in the snows out by Bridger in `$3." Oh, to be sure! Now I had him! In `57, when the govern- ment army trains were stampeded and wagons burnt, it was Lot Smith who was accused of being the hero of the attack. And this thick-set, steady-looking farmer was the same man of whom I had heard a story that I could applaud more. When he was a member of the Mormon battalion in Mexico or Lower California, he put down a bull-fight. He told the Spaniards that it was an exhibition as cowardly as it was cruel, and that if they wanted to show their pluck, they shouldn't kill the bull, but ride it. "No man may ride a maddened bull! " said the Dons. "One man will! " he retorted. And leaping on the neck of a 22