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Show A STARTLING INTERVIEW. 313 luxuries, I could stand up to any amount of argument. We had it hot for two days, but parted friends. Kanab is quite new, and has but two hundred inhabitants. To Mr. and Mrs. Thomson I am under many obligations, not only for writing conveniences, but for many hours of social enjoyment; and as for the Powell party generally, my meeting them here was a rare piece of good fortune. For the first time in my life I found it convenient to drop my name while mak-ing this trip. The Saints might have a prejudice against me, so I introduced my-self to Lee by my middle name, " Han-son," and by the same title traveled to Salt Lake City. There was something gro-tesque in " Mr. Han-son" and " Major Doyle " meeting in the wilderness, when the one was the Mountain Meadow's butcher and the other the Gentile writer who had done his best to make him no-torious. Striking south- west from Kanab, in a few miles I very nearly ran over a group of young Pi- Edes, crouched down in a pifion thicket. The little savages fixed an unwinking gaze upon me, but never stirred or spoke, their Indian nature forbidding expression either of surprise, pleasure or fear' at sight of me. It is doubtful if they felt either. A little beyond I saw their mother, or older sister, gathering grass- seeds the summer work of these squaws naked as new- created Eve, but hardly so handsome as Milton paints our great mother. By her lay her wicker- basket, which she had dropped at my approach, to retreat behind the bush, A PI- EDE CERES. |