APPENDIX. A.
BRIEF
SKETCH
OF
MORMON
HISTORY. Mormonism
is
only
about
forty
years
old,
but
its
career has been
full
of
stir
and
adventure
from
the
beginning,
and
is
likely
to
remain
so
to
the
end.
Its
adherents
have
been hunted
and
hounded
from
one
end
of
the
country
to
the
other,
and
the
result
is
that
for
years
they
have
hated
all
"Gentiles" indiscriminately
and
with
all
their
might.
Joseph
Smith,
the
finder
of
the
Book
of
Mormon
and
founder
of
the
religion,
was
driven
from
State
to
State
with
his
mysterious
copperplates
and
the
miraculous
stones
he
read
their
inscriptions
with. Finally
he
instituted
his
"church"
in
Ohio
and
Brigham
Young
joined
it.
The
neighbors
began
to
persecute,
and
apostasy
commenced. Brigham
held
to
the
faith
and
worked
hard.
He
arrested desertion.
He
did
more—he added converts
in
the
midst
of
the
trouble.
He
rose
in
favor
and
importance
with
the
brethren.
He
was
made
one
of
the
Twelve
Apostles
of
the
Church.
He
shortly
fought
his
way
to
a
higher
post
and
a
more
powerful—President
of
the
Twelve.
The
neighbors
rose
up
and
drove
the
Mormons
out
of
Ohio,
and
they
settled
in
Missouri. Brigham went
with
them.
The
Missourians
drove
them
out
and
they
retreated
to
Nauvoo, Illinois.
They
prospered
there,
and
built a
temple
which
made
some
pretensions
to
architectural
grace
and
achieved
some
celebrity
in
a section
of
country
where
a
brick
court-house
with
a
tin
dome
and
a
cupola
on
it
was
contemplated
with
reverential
awe.
But
the
Mormons
were
badgered
and
harried
again
by
their
neighbors.
All
the
proclamations
Joseph
Smith
could
issue
denouncing
polygamy
and
repudiating
it
as
utterly
anti-Mormon
were
of
no
avail;
the
people
of
the
neighborhood,
on
both
sides
of
the
Mississippi,
claimed
that
polygamy
was
practised
by
the
Mormons,
and
not
only
polygamy
but
a
little
of
everything
that
was
bad. Brigham
returned
from
a
mission
to
England,
where
he
had
established
a
Mormon
newspaper,
and
he
brought
back
with
him
several
hundred
converts
to
his
preaching.
His
influence
among
the
brethren augmented
with
every
move
he
made. Finally Nauvoo
was
invaded
by
the
Missouri
and
Illinois
Gentiles,
and
Joseph
Smith killed. A
Mormon
named
Rigdon
assumed
the
Presidency
of
the
Mormon
church
and
government,
in
Smith's place,
and
even
tried
his
hand
at
a
prophecy
or
two.
But
a
greater
than
he
was
at
hand. Brigham
seized
the
advantage
of
the
hour
and
without
other
authority
than
superior
brain
and
nerve
and
will,
hurled
Rigdon
from
his
high
place
and
occupied
it
himself.
He
did
more.
He
launched
an
elaborate
curse
at
Rigdon
and
his
disciples;
and
he
pronounced Rigdon's "prophecies"
emanations
from
the
devil,
and
ended
by
"handing
the
false
prophet
over
to
the
buffetings
of
Satan
for
a
thousand
years"—probably
the
longest
term
ever
inflicted
in
Illinois.
The
people
recognized
their
master.
They
straightway
elected
Brigham
Young
President,
by
a
prodigious
majority,
and
have
never
faltered
in
their
devotion
to
him
from
that
day
to
this. Brigham had forecast—a
quality
which
no
other
prominent
Mormon
has probably
ever
possessed.
He
recognized
that
it
was
better
to
move
to
the
wilderness
than
be
moved.
By
his
command
the
people
gathered
together
their
meagre
effects,
turned
their
backs
upon
their
homes,
and
their
faces
toward
the
wilderness,
and
on
a bitter
night
in
February
filed
in
sorrowful
procession
across
the
frozen Mississippi,
lighted
on
their
way
by
the
glare
from
their
burning
temple,
whose
sacred
furniture
their
own
hands
had fired!
They
camped,
several
days
afterward,
on
the
western
verge
of
Iowa,
and
poverty, want, hunger, cold, sickness,
grief
and
persecution
did
their
work,
and
many
succumbed
and
died—martyrs,
fair
and
true, whatever
else
they
might
have
been.
Two
years
the
remnant
remained
there,
while
Brigham
and
a small
party
crossed
the
country
and
founded
Great
Salt
Lake
City, purposely
choosing
a
land
which
was
outside
the
ownership
and
jurisdiction
of
the
hated
American nation.
Note
that.
This
was
in
1847. Brigham
moved
his
people
there
and
got
them
settled
just
in
time
to
see
disaster
fall
again.
For
the
war
closed
and
Mexico
ceded
Brigham's
refuge
to
the
enemy—the United States!
In
1849
the
Mormons
organized a "free
and
independent"
government
and
erected
the
"State
of
Deseret,"
with
Brigham
Young
as
its
head.
But
the
very
next
year
Congress
deliberately
snubbed
it
and
created
the
"Territory
of
Utah"
out
of
the
same
accumulation
of
mountains, sage-brush,
alkali
and
general
desolation,—but
made
Brigham
Governor
of
it.
Then
for
years
the
enormous
migration
across
the
plains
to
California
poured
through
the
land
of
the
Mormons
and
yet
the
church
remained
staunch
and
true
to
its
lord
and
master.
Neither
hunger, thirst, poverty, grief, hatred, contempt,
nor
persecution
could
drive
the
Mormons
from
their
faith
or
their
allegiance;
and
even
the
thirst
for
gold,
which
gleaned
the
flower
of
the
youth
and
strength
of
many
nations
was
not
able
to
entice
them!
That
was
the
final
test.
An
experiment
that
could
survive
that
was
an
experiment
with
some
substance
to
it
somewhere.
Great
Salt
Lake
City
throve finely,
and
so
did
Utah.
One
of
the
last
things
which
Brigham
Young
had
done
before
leaving
Iowa,
was
to
appear
in
the
pulpit
dressed
to
personate
the
worshipped
and
lamented
prophet
Smith,
and
confer
the
prophetic
succession,
with
all
its
dignities,
emoluments
and
authorities,
upon
"President Brigham Young!"
The
people
accepted
the
pious
fraud
with
the
maddest enthusiasm,
and
Brigham's power
was
sealed
and
secured
for
all
time.
Within
five
years
afterward
he
openly
added
polygamy
to
the
tenets
of
the
church
by
authority
of
a "revelation"
which
he
pretended had been received
nine
years
before
by
Joseph
Smith, albeit
Joseph
is
amply
on
record
as
denouncing
polygamy
to
the
day
of
his
death.
Now
was
Brigham
become
a
second
Andrew
Johnson
in
the
small
beginning
and
steady
progress
of
his
official
grandeur.
He
had served
successively
as
a
disciple
in
the
ranks;
home
missionary;
foreign
missionary;
editor
and
publisher; Apostle;
President
of
the
Board
of
Apostles;
President
of
all
Mormondom,
civil
and
ecclesiastical;
successor
to
the
great
Joseph
by
the
will
of
heaven; "prophet," "seer," "revelator."
There
was
but
one
dignity
higher
which
he
could
aspire
to,
and
he
reached
out
modestly
and
took
that—he
proclaimed
himself
a God!
He
claims
that
he
is
to
have
a
heaven
of
his
own
hereafter,
and
that
he
will
be
its
God,
and
his
wives
and
children
its
goddesses, princes
and
princesses.
Into
it
all
faithful
Mormons
will
be
admitted,
with
their
families,
and
will
take
rank
and
consequence
according
to
the
number
of
their
wives
and
children.
If
a
disciple
dies
before
he
has had time
to
accumulate
enough
wives
and
children
to
enable
him
to
be
respectable
in
the
next
world
any
friend
can
marry
a
few
wives
and
raise
a
few
children
for
him
after
he
is
dead,
and
they
are
duly
credited
to
his
account
and
his
heavenly
status
advanced accordingly.
Let
it
be
borne
in
mind
that
the
majority
of
the
Mormons
have
always
been ignorant, simple,
of
an
inferior order
of
intellect, unacquainted
with
the
world
and
its
ways;
and
let
it
be
borne
in
mind
that
the
wives
of
these
Mormons
are
necessarily
after
the
same
pattern
and
their
children
likely
to
be
fit representatives
of
such
a conjunction;
and
then
let
it
be
remembered
that
for
forty
years
these
creatures
have
been driven, driven, driven, relentlessly!
and
mobbed, beaten,
and
shot
down; cursed, despised, expatriated;
banished
to
a
remote
desert,
whither
they
journeyed
gaunt
with
famine
and
disease,
disturbing
the
ancient
solitudes
with
their
lamentations
and
marking
the
long
way
with
graves
of
their
dead—and
all
because
they
were
simply trying
to
live
and
worship
God
in
the
way
which
they
believed
with
all
their
hearts
and
souls
to
be
the
true one.
Let
all
these
things
be
borne
in
mind,
and
then
it
will
not
be
hard
to
account
for
the
deathless
hatred
which
the
Mormons
bear
our
people
and
our
government.
That
hatred
has "fed
fat
its
ancient
grudge"
ever
since
Mormon
Utah
developed
into
a self-supporting
realm
and
the
church
waxed
rich
and
strong. Brigham
as
Territorial
Governor
made
it
plain
that
Mormondom
was
for
the
Mormons.
The
United
States
tried
to
rectify
all
that
by
appointing
territorial
officers
from
New
England
and
other
anti-Mormon localities,
but
Brigham
prepared
to
make
their
entrance
into
his
dominions
difficult.
Three
thousand
United
States
troops had
to
go
across
the
plains
and
put
these
gentlemen
in
office.
And
after
they
were
in
office
they
were
as
helpless
as
so
many
stone
images.
They
made
laws
which
nobody
minded
and
which
could
not
be
executed.
The
federal
judges
opened
court
in
a
land
filled
with
crime
and
violence
and
sat
as
holiday
spectacles
for
insolent
crowds
to
gape
at—for
there
was
nothing
to
try,
nothing
to
do
nothing
on
the
dockets!
And
if
a
Gentile
brought a suit,
the
Mormon
jury
would
do
just
as
it
pleased
about
bringing
in
a verdict,
and
when
the
judgment
of
the
court
was
rendered
no
Mormon
cared
for
it
and
no
officer
could
execute
it.
Our
Presidents
shipped
one
cargo
of
officials
after
another
to
Utah,
but
the
result
was
always
the
same—they sat
in
a blight
for
awhile
they
fairly
feasted
on
scowls
and
insults
day
by
day,
they
saw
every
attempt
to
do
their
official
duties
find
its
reward
in
darker
and
darker looks,
and
in
secret
threats
and
warnings
of
a
more
and
more
dismal
nature—and
at
last
they
either
succumbed
and
became
despised
tools
and
toys
of
the
Mormons,
or
got scared
and
discomforted
beyond
all
endurance
and
left
the
Territory.
If
a
brave
officer
kept
on
courageously
till
his
pluck
was
proven,
some
pliant
Buchanan
or
Pierce
would
remove
him
and
appoint
a
stick
in
his
place.
In
1857
General
Harney came
very
near
being appointed
Governor
of
Utah.
And
so
it
came
very
near
being Harney
governor
and
Cradlebaugh judge!—two men
who
never
had
any
idea
of
fear
further
than
the
sort
of
murky
comprehension
of
it
which
they
were
enabled
to
gather
from
the
dictionary. Simply (if
for
nothing
else)
for
the
variety
they
would
have
made
in
a
rather
monotonous
history
of
Federal
servility
and
helplessness,
it
is
a
pity
they
were
not
fated
to
hold
office
together
in
Utah.
Up
to
the
date
of
our
visit
to
Utah,
such
had been
the
Territorial
record.
The
Territorial
government
established
there
had been a hopeless failure,
and
Brigham
Young
was
the
only
real
power
in
the
land.
He
was
an
absolute
monarch—a
monarch
who
defied
our
President—a
monarch
who
laughed
at
our
armies
when
they
camped
about
his
capital—a
monarch
who
received
without
emotion
the
news
that
the
august
Congress
of
the
United
States
had enacted a
solemn
law
against polygamy,
and
then
went
forth
calmly
and
married twenty-five
or
thirty
more
wives. B.
THE
MOUNTAIN
MEADOWS
MASSACRE.
The
persecutions
which
the
Mormons
suffered
so
long—and
which
they
consider
they
still
suffer
in
not
being allowed
to
govern
themselves—they
have
endeavored
and
are
still
endeavoring
to
repay.
The
now
almost
forgotten "Mountain
Meadows
massacre"
was
their
work.
It
was
very
famous
in
its
day.
The
whole
United
States
rang
with
its
horrors. A
few
items
will
refresh
the
reader's memory. A
great
emigrant
train
from
Missouri
and
Arkansas
passed
through
Salt
Lake
City
and
a
few
disaffected
Mormons
joined
it
for
the
sake
of
the
strong
protection
it
afforded
for
their
escape.
In
that
matter
lay
sufficient
cause
for
hot
retaliation
by
the
Mormon
chiefs. Besides,
these
one
hundred
and
forty-five
or
one
hundred
and
fifty
unsuspecting
emigrants
being
in
part
from
Arkansas,
where
a noted
Mormon
missionary
had
lately
been killed,
and
in
part
from
Missouri, a
State
remembered
with
execrations
as
a bitter
persecutor
of
the
saints
when
they
were
few
and
poor
and
friendless,
here
were
substantial
additional grounds
for
lack
of
love
for
these
wayfarers.
And
finally,
this
train
was
rich,
very
rich
in
cattle, horses,
mules
and
other
property—and
how
could
the
Mormons
consistently
keep
up
their
coveted
resemblance
to
the
Israelitish
tribes
and
not
seize
the
"spoil"
of
an
enemy
when
the
Lord had
so
manifestly "delivered
it
into
their
hand?" Wherefore, according
to
Mrs. C. V. Waite's
entertaining
book, "The
Mormon
Prophet,"
it
transpired
that— "A 'revelation'
from
Brigham Young,
as
Great
Grand
Archee
or
God,
was
dispatched
to
President
J. C. Haight,
Bishop
Higbee
and
J. D.
Lee
(adopted
son
of
Brigham), commanding
them
to
raise
all
the
forces
they
could
muster
and
trust,
follow
those
cursed
Gentiles
(so read
the
revelation),
attack
them
disguised
as
Indians,
and
with
the
arrows
of
the
Almighty
make
a clean
sweep
of
them,
and
leave
none
to
tell
the
tale;
and
if
they
needed
any
assistance
they
were
commanded
to
hire
the
Indians
as
their
allies, promising
them
a
share
of
the
booty.
They
were
to
be
neither
slothful
nor
negligent
in
their
duty,
and
to
be
punctual
in
sending
the
teams
back
to
him
before
winter
set
in,
for
this
was
the
mandate
of
Almighty
God."
The
command
of
the
"revelation"
was
faithfully
obeyed. A
large
party
of
Mormons, painted
and
tricked
out
as
Indians, overtook
the
train
of
emigrant
wagons
some
three
hundred
miles
south
of
Salt
Lake
City,
and
made
an
attack.
But
the
emigrants
threw
up
earthworks,
made
fortresses
of
their
wagons
and
defended
themselves
gallantly
and
successfully
for
five
days!
Your
Missouri
or
Arkansas
gentleman
is
not
much
afraid
of
the
sort
of
scurvy
apologies
for
"Indians"
which
the
southern
part
of
Utah
affords.
He
would
stand
up
and
fight
five
hundred
of
them.
At
the
end
of
the
five
days
the
Mormons
tried military strategy.
They
retired
to
the
upper
end
of
the
"Meadows,"
resumed
civilized apparel,
washed
off
their
paint,
and
then,
heavily
armed,
drove
down
in
wagons
to
the
beleaguered
emigrants, bearing a
flag
of
truce!
When
the
emigrants
saw
white
men coming
they
threw
down
their
guns
and
welcomed
them
with
cheer
after
cheer! And,
all
unconscious
of
the
poetry
of
it,
no
doubt,
they
lifted a
little
child
aloft, dressed
in
white,
in
answer
to
the
flag
of
truce!
The
leaders
of
the
timely
white
"deliverers"
were
President
Haight
and
Bishop
John D. Lee,
of
the
Mormon
Church. Mr. Cradlebaugh,
who
served a term
as
a
Federal
Judge
in
Utah
and
afterward
was
sent
to
Congress
from
Nevada,
tells
in
a
speech
delivered
in
Congress
how
these
leaders
next
proceeded: "They professed
to
be
on
good
terms
with
the
Indians,
and
represented
them
as
being
very
mad.
They
also
proposed
to
intercede
and
settle
the
matter
with
the
Indians.
After
several
hours
parley
they,
having
(apparently)
visited
the
Indians, gave
the
ultimatum
of
the
savages;
which
was,
that
the
emigrants
should
march
out
of
their
camp,
leaving
everything
behind
them,
even
their
guns.
It
was
promised
by
the
Mormon
bishops
that
they
would
bring
a
force
and
guard
the
emigrants
back
to
the
settlements.
The
terms
were
agreed
to,
the
emigrants
being
desirous
of
saving
the
lives
of
their
families.
The
Mormons
retired,
and
subsequently
appeared
with
thirty
or
forty
armed men.
The
emigrants
were
marched
out,
the
women
and
children
in
front
and
the
men behind,
the
Mormon
guard
being
in
the
rear.
When
they
had
marched
in
this
way
about
a mile,
at
a
given
signal
the
slaughter
commenced.
The
men
were
almost
all
shot
down
at
the
first
fire
from
the
guard.
Two
only
escaped,
who
fled
to
the
desert,
and
were
followed
one
hundred
and
fifty
miles
before
they
were
overtaken
and
slaughtered.
The
women
and
children
ran
on,
two
or
three
hundred
yards
further,
when
they
were
overtaken
and
with
the
aid
of
the
Indians
they
were
slaughtered.
Seventeen
individuals
only,
of
all
the
emigrant
party,
were
spared,
and
they
were
little
children,
the
eldest
of
them
being
only
seven
years
old. Thus,
on
the
10th
day
of
September, 1857,
was
consummated
one
of
the
most
cruel,
cowardly
and
bloody
murders
known
in
our
history."
The
number
of
persons
butchered
by
the
Mormons
on
this
occasion
was
one
hundred
and
twenty.
With
unheard-of
temerity
Judge
Cradlebaugh
opened
his
court
and
proceeded
to
make
Mormondom
answer
for
the
massacre.
And
what
a
spectacle
it
must
have
been
to
see
this
grim veteran,
solitary
and
alone
in
his
pride
and
his
pluck,
glowering
down
on
his
Mormon
jury
and
Mormon
auditory,
deriding
them
by
turns,
and
by
turns
"breathing threatenings
and
slaughter!"
An
editorial
in
the
Territorial
Enterprise
of
that
day
says
of
him
and
of
the
occasion: "He
spoke
and
acted
with
the
fearlessness
and
resolution
of
a Jackson;
but
the
jury
failed
to
indict,
or
even
report
on
the
charges,
while
threats
of
violence
were
heard
in
every
quarter,
and
an
attack
on
the
U.S. troops intimated,
if
he
persisted
in
his
course. "Finding
that
nothing
could
be
done
with
the
juries,
they
were
discharged
with
a scathing rebuke
from
the
judge.
And
then, sitting
as
a
committing
magistrate,
he
commenced
his
task alone.
He
examined
witnesses,
made
arrests
in
every
quarter,
and
created
a
consternation
in
the
camps
of
the
saints
greater
than
any
they
had
ever
witnessed before,
since
Mormondom
was
born.
At
last
accounts
terrified
elders
and
bishops
were
decamping
to
save
their
necks;
and
developments
of
the
most
starling
character
were
being made,
implicating
the
highest
Church dignitaries
in
the
many
murders
and
robberies
committed
upon
the
Gentiles
during
the
past
eight
years." Had Harney been Governor, Cradlebaugh
would
have
been supported
in
his
work,
and
the
absolute
proofs
adduced
by
him
of
Mormon
guilt
in
this
massacre
and
in
a
number
of
previous
murders,
would
have
conferred
gratuitous
coffins
upon
certain
citizens,
together
with
occasion
to
use
them.
But
Cumming
was
the
Federal
Governor,
and
he,
under
a
curious
pretense
of
impartiality,
sought
to
screen
the
Mormons
from
the
demands
of
justice.
On
one
occasion
he
even
went
so
far
as
to
publish
his
protest
against
the
use
of
the
U.S. troops
in
aid
of
Cradlebaugh's proceedings. Mrs. C. V. Waite closes
her
interesting
detail
of
the
great
massacre
with
the
following
remark
and
accompanying
summary
of
the
testimony—and
the
summary
is
concise,
accurate
and
reliable: "For
the
benefit
of
those
who
may
still
be
disposed
to
doubt
the
guilt
of
Young
and
his
Mormons
in
this
transaction,
the
testimony
is
here
collated
and
circumstances
given
which
go
not
merely
to
implicate
but
to
fasten
conviction
upon
them
by
'confirmations
strong
as
proofs
of
Holy
Writ:' "1.
The
evidence
of
Mormons
themselves, engaged
in
the
affair,
as
shown
by
the
statements
of
Judge
Cradlebaugh
and
Deputy
U.S. Marshall Rodgers. "2.
The
failure
of
Brigham
Young
to
embody
any
account
of
it
in
his
Report
as
Superintendent
of
Indian Affairs.
Also
his
failure
to
make
any
allusion
to
it
whatever
from
the
pulpit,
until
several
years
after
the
occurrence
"3.
The
flight
to
the
mountains
of
men high
in
authority
in
the
Mormon
Church
and
State,
when
this
affair
was
brought
to
the
ordeal
of
a
judicial
investigation. "4.
The
failure
of
the
Deseret News,
the
Church organ,
and
the
only
paper
then
published
in
the
Territory,
to
notice
the
massacre
until
several
months
afterward,
and
then
only
to
deny
that
Mormons
were
engaged
in
it. "5.
The
testimony
of
the
children saved
from
the
massacre. "6.
The
children
and
the
property
of
the
emigrants
found
in
possession
of
the
Mormons,
and
that
possession
traced
back
to
the
very
day
after
the
massacre. "7.
The
statements
of
Indians
in
the
neighborhood
of
the
scene
of
the
massacre:
these
statements
are
shown,
not
only
by
Cradlebaugh
and
Rodgers,
but
by
a
number
of
military officers,
and
by
J. Forney,
who
was,
in
1859,
Superintendent
of
Indian Affairs
for
the
Territory.
To
all
these
were
such
statements
freely
and
frequently
made
by
the
Indians. "8.
The
testimony
of
R. P. Campbell, Capt. 2d Dragoons,
who
was
sent
in
the
Spring
of
1859
to
Santa Clara,
to
protect
travelers
on
the
road
to
California
and
to
inquire
into
Indian depredations." C. CONCERNING A
FRIGHTFUL
ASSASSINATION
THAT
WAS
NEVER
CONSUMMATED
If
ever
there
was
a harmless man,
it
is
Conrad
Wiegand,
of
Gold
Hill, Nevada.
If
ever
there
was
a
gentle
spirit
that
thought
itself
unfired gunpowder
and
latent
ruin,
it
is
Conrad
Wiegand.
If
ever
there
was
an
oyster
that
fancied
itself
a whale;
or
a jack-o'lantern,
confined
to
a swamp,
that
fancied
itself
a
planet
with
a billion-mile orbit;
or
a
summer
zephyr
that
deemed
itself
a hurricane,
it
is
Conrad
Wiegand. Therefore,
what
wonder
is
it
that
when
he
says a thing,
he
thinks
the
world
listens;
that
when
he
does
a
thing
the
world
stands
still
to
look;
and
that
when
he
suffers,
there
is
a
convulsion
of
nature?
When
I met Conrad,
he
was
"Superintendent
of
the
Gold
Hill
Assay
Office"—and
he
was
not
only
its
Superintendent,
but
its
entire
force.
And
he
was
a
street
preacher, too,
with
a
mongrel
religion
of
his
own
invention, whereby
he
expected
to
regenerate
the
universe.
This
was
years
ago.
Here
latterly
he
has
entered
journalism;
and
his
journalism
is
what
it
might
be
expected
to
be:
colossal
to
ear,
but
pigmy
to
the
eye.
It
is
extravagant
grandiloquence
confined
to
a newspaper
about
the
size
of
a
double
letter
sheet.
He
doubtless edits,
sets
the
type,
and
prints
his
paper,
all
alone;
but
he
delights
to
speak
of
the
concern
as
if
it
occupies
a
block
and
employs
a
thousand
men. [Something
less
than
two
years
ago,
Conrad
assailed
several
people
mercilessly
in
his
little
"People's Tribune,"
and
got
himself
into
trouble. Straightway
he
airs
the
affair
in
the
"Territorial Enterprise,"
in
a
communication
over
his
own
signature,
and
I
propose
to
reproduce
it
here,
in
all
its
native
simplicity
and
more
than
human
candor.
Long
as
it
is,
it
is
well
worth
reading,
for
it
is
the
richest
specimen
of
journalistic
literature
the
history
of
America
can
furnish, perhaps:]
From
the
Territorial
Enterprise, Jan. 20, 1870.