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"I shore am glad that Dickson made that strike," Ham again remarked, with something that looked suspiciously like moisture in his eyes. "He's a deservin' cuss; an' th' Leetle Woman's ben like a mother tew us all." Ham's expectations were fulfilled; for they found the log house vacant, with a sign on the door that read: "BACK ABOUT SUNDOWN."
The smooth floor of the declivity was not over a dozen feet wide and shot downward at an angle of about forty-five degrees. "Gosh! I don't wonder Stackpole called that Th' Devil's Slide," and Ham's eyes stared down the steep slope of the declivity. "Ain't thar no other way of gettin' down thar intew that thar canyon?" and he turned to Dickson. "Not that I know of," Dickson answered.
On the northern road Jim Bridger had, in 1843, established a trading post on Ham's Fork of Black's Fork of Green River, and this now was a welcome stopping-place for many of the emigrants,* while on the southern trail a temporary ferry was established at the mouth of the Gila by Lieut.
There was a paragraph at the end of Ham's letter that was explanatory, too, and I repeat it here: "I don't know what you mean by your questions about Jim Carver that was his name. He was one of the three Carver boys Bill and Jonas were as straight as a chalk line; but Jim always was a little crooked.
On the 13th of October, eight hundred oxen were cut off from the rear of the army and driven to Salt Lake Valley. Thus the weary column toiled along until it reached the spot where it expected to be joined by Colonel Smith's battalion, about fifty miles up Ham's Fork. The very next day snow fell to the depth of more than a foot.
The "guest-chamber" had to be provided as well, or what would become of the good old Long Island customs of hospitality? Dab said nothing for a while, but one day, at dinner, just after the arrival of a letter from Miranda announcing the speedy return of herself and husband, he quietly remarked: "Now I can't sleep in Ham's room any longer, I suppose I'll have to go out on the roof.
That ended our interview, and I left him and started for my home at Harmony. When I reported my interview to Brother Haight, and give him Brig- ham's answer, he was well pleased; he said I had done well. I remember a circumstance that Brother Haight then related about Brother Dan McFarland. He said: "Dan will make a great warrior." "Why do you think so?"
"I certainly am," was the answer. "I think he's been on his last spree. And he wouldn't have gone on this one only that he was tempted by some person. Put this tempter out of the way, and it will mean Ham's safety. Now we've got to work." There was an exceedingly busy time at the circus from then on, and very little of it concerned the show itself.
When they entered the house, it became more and more evident that the "shabby" days of the Morris mansion were numbered. There were men at work in almost every room. Ham's wedding trip would surely give plenty of time, at that rate, and his house would be "all ready for him" on his return.
I never reached home with the mail till nine o'clock, and the bag was not opened till the next morning, when sorting the mail was Ham's first business. I drove Darky into a shed, and amused myself by looking around the premises. I walked about for half an hour, and then asked the landlord to tell Squire Fishley that I was waiting to take him up to his brother's.
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