Chapter XXVII

IN WHICH PASSEPARTOUT UNDERGOES, AT A SPEED OF TWENTY MILES AN HOUR,

A COURSE OF MORMON HISTORY


During the night of the 5th of December, the train ran south-easterly

for about fifty miles; then rose an equal distance in a north-easterly

direction, towards the Great Salt Lake.



Passepartout, about nine o'clock, went out upon the platform to take the air.

The weather was cold, the heavens grey, but it was not snowing.

The sun's disc, enlarged by the mist, seemed an enormous ring of gold,

and Passepartout was amusing himself by calculating its value

in pounds sterling, when he was diverted from this interesting study

by a strange-looking personage who made his appearance on the platform.



This personage, who had taken the train at Elko, was tall and dark,

with black moustache, black stockings, a black silk hat, a black waistcoat,

black trousers, a white cravat, and dogskin gloves. He might have been

taken for a clergyman. He went from one end of the train to the other,

and affixed to the door of each car a notice written in manuscript.



Passepartout approached and read one of these notices, which stated that

Elder William Hitch, Mormon missionary, taking advantage of his presence

on train No. 48, would deliver a lecture on Mormonism in car No. 117,

from eleven to twelve o'clock; and that he invited all who were desirous

of being instructed concerning the mysteries of the religion of the

"Latter Day Saints" to attend.



"I'll go," said Passepartout to himself. He knew nothing

of Mormonism except the custom of polygamy, which is its foundation.



The news quickly spread through the train, which contained

about one hundred passengers, thirty of whom, at most,

attracted by the notice, ensconced themselves in car No. 117.

Passepartout took one of the front seats. Neither Mr. Fogg

nor Fix cared to attend.



At the appointed hour Elder William Hitch rose, and, in an irritated voice,

as if he had already been contradicted, said, "I tell you that Joe Smith

is a martyr, that his brother Hiram is a martyr, and that the persecutions

of the United States Government against the prophets will also make a martyr

of Brigham Young. Who dares to say the contrary?"



No one ventured to gainsay the missionary, whose excited tone contrasted

curiously with his naturally calm visage. No doubt his anger arose

from the hardships to which the Mormons were actually subjected.

The government had just succeeded, with some difficulty, in reducing

these independent fanatics to its rule. It had made itself master of Utah,

and subjected that territory to the laws of the Union, after imprisoning

Brigham Young on a charge of rebellion and polygamy. The disciples

of the prophet had since redoubled their efforts, and resisted,

by words at least, the authority of Congress. Elder Hitch, as is seen,

was trying to make proselytes on the very railway trains.



Then, emphasising his words with his loud voice and frequent gestures,

he related the history of the Mormons from Biblical times: how that,

in Israel, a Mormon prophet of the tribe of Joseph published the annals

of the new religion, and bequeathed them to his son Mormon;

how, many centuries later, a translation of this precious book,

which was written in Egyptian, was made by Joseph Smith, junior,

a Vermont farmer, who revealed himself as a mystical prophet in 1825;

and how, in short, the celestial messenger appeared to him

in an illuminated forest, and gave him the annals of the Lord.



Several of the audience, not being much interested in

the missionary's narrative, here left the car; but Elder Hitch,

continuing his lecture, related how Smith, junior, with his father,

two brothers, and a few disciples, founded the church of the

"Latter Day Saints," which, adopted not only in America,

but in England, Norway and Sweden, and Germany, counts many artisans,

as well as men engaged in the liberal professions, among its members;

how a colony was established in Ohio, a temple erected there at a

cost of two hundred thousand dollars, and a town built at Kirkland;

how Smith became an enterprising banker, and received from a simple mummy

showman a papyrus scroll written by Abraham and several famous Egyptians.



The Elder's story became somewhat wearisome, and his audience

grew gradually less, until it was reduced to twenty passengers.

But this did not disconcert the enthusiast, who proceeded with

the story of Joseph Smith's bankruptcy in 1837, and how his ruined

creditors gave him a coat of tar and feathers; his reappearance

some years afterwards, more honourable and honoured than ever,

at Independence, Missouri, the chief of a flourishing colony

of three thousand disciples, and his pursuit thence by outraged Gentiles,

and retirement into the Far West.



Ten hearers only were now left, among them honest Passepartout,

who was listening with all his ears. Thus he learned that,

after long persecutions, Smith reappeared in Illinois,

and in 1839 founded a community at Nauvoo, on the Mississippi,

numbering twenty-five thousand souls, of which he became mayor,

chief justice, and general-in-chief; that he announced himself,

in 1843, as a candidate for the Presidency of the United States;

and that finally, being drawn into ambuscade at Carthage,

he was thrown into prison, and assassinated by a band of men

disguised in masks.



Passepartout was now the only person left in the car, and the Elder,

looking him full in the face, reminded him that, two years after

the assassination of Joseph Smith, the inspired prophet, Brigham Young,

his successor, left Nauvoo for the banks of the Great Salt Lake, where,

in the midst of that fertile region, directly on the route of the emigrants

who crossed Utah on their way to California, the new colony, thanks to

the polygamy practised by the Mormons, had flourished beyond expectations.



"And this," added Elder William Hitch, "this is why the jealousy of Congress

has been aroused against us! Why have the soldiers of the Union invaded

the soil of Utah? Why has Brigham Young, our chief, been imprisoned,

in contempt of all justice? Shall we yield to force? Never!

Driven from Vermont, driven from Illinois, driven from Ohio,

driven from Missouri, driven from Utah, we shall yet find some

independent territory on which to plant our tents. And you,

my brother," continued the Elder, fixing his angry eyes

upon his single auditor, "will you not plant yours there,

too, under the shadow of our flag?"



"No!" replied Passepartout courageously, in his turn retiring

from the car, and leaving the Elder to preach to vacancy.



During the lecture the train had been making good progress,

and towards half-past twelve it reached the northwest border

of the Great Salt Lake. Thence the passengers could observe

the vast extent of this interior sea, which is also called the Dead Sea,

and into which flows an American Jordan. It is a picturesque expanse,

framed in lofty crags in large strata, encrusted with white salt--

a superb sheet of water, which was formerly of larger extent than now,

its shores having encroached with the lapse of time, and thus at once

reduced its breadth and increased its depth.



The Salt Lake, seventy miles long and thirty-five wide,

is situated three miles eight hundred feet above the sea.

Quite different from Lake Asphaltite, whose depression

is twelve hundred feet below the sea, it contains considerable salt,

and one quarter of the weight of its water is solid matter,

its specific weight being 1,170, and, after being distilled, 1,000.

Fishes are, of course, unable to live in it, and those which descend

through the Jordan, the Weber, and other streams soon perish.



The country around the lake was well cultivated, for the Mormons

are mostly farmers; while ranches and pens for domesticated animals,

fields of wheat, corn, and other cereals, luxuriant prairies,

hedges of wild rose, clumps of acacias and milk-wort,

would have been seen six months later. Now the ground

was covered with a thin powdering of snow.



The train reached Ogden at two o'clock, where it rested for six hours,

Mr. Fogg and his party had time to pay a visit to Salt Lake City,

connected with Ogden by a branch road; and they spent two hours

in this strikingly American town, built on the pattern of other cities

of the Union, like a checker-board, "with the sombre sadness of right-angles,"

as Victor Hugo expresses it. The founder of the City of the Saints

could not escape from the taste for symmetry which distinguishes

the Anglo-Saxons. In this strange country, where the people

are certainly not up to the level of their institutions,

everything is done "squarely"--cities, houses, and follies.



The travellers, then, were promenading, at three o'clock,

about the streets of the town built between the banks of the

Jordan and the spurs of the Wahsatch Range. They saw few

or no churches, but the prophet's mansion, the court-house,

and the arsenal, blue-brick houses with verandas and porches,

surrounded by gardens bordered with acacias, palms, and locusts.

A clay and pebble wall, built in 1853, surrounded the town;

and in the principal street were the market and several hotels

adorned with pavilions. The place did not seem thickly populated.

The streets were almost deserted, except in the vicinity of the temple,

which they only reached after having traversed several quarters

surrounded by palisades. There were many women, which was easily

accounted for by the "peculiar institution" of the Mormons;

but it must not be supposed that all the Mormons are polygamists.

They are free to marry or not, as they please; but it is worth noting

that it is mainly the female citizens of Utah who are anxious to marry,

as, according to the Mormon religion, maiden ladies are not admitted

to the possession of its highest joys. These poor creatures seemed

to be neither well off nor happy. Some--the more well-to-do, no doubt--

wore short, open, black silk dresses, under a hood or modest shawl;

others were habited in Indian fashion.



Passepartout could not behold without a certain fright these women,

charged, in groups, with conferring happiness on a single Mormon.

His common sense pitied, above all, the husband. It seemed to him

a terrible thing to have to guide so many wives at once across

the vicissitudes of life, and to conduct them, as it were,

in a body to the Mormon paradise with the prospect of seeing them

in the company of the glorious Smith, who doubtless was the chief ornament

of that delightful place, to all eternity. He felt decidedly repelled

from such a vocation, and he imagined--perhaps he was mistaken--

that the fair ones of Salt Lake City cast rather alarming glances

on his person. Happily, his stay there was but brief. At four the party

found themselves again at the station, took their places in the train,

and the whistle sounded for starting. Just at the moment, however,

that the locomotive wheels began to move, cries of "Stop! stop!" were heard.



Trains, like time and tide, stop for no one. The gentleman

who uttered the cries was evidently a belated Mormon. He was

breathless with running. Happily for him, the station had neither

gates nor barriers. He rushed along the track, jumped on the rear

platform of the train, and fell, exhausted, into one of the seats.



Passepartout, who had been anxiously watching this amateur gymnast,

approached him with lively interest, and learned that he had taken flight

after an unpleasant domestic scene.



When the Mormon had recovered his breath, Passepartout ventured

to ask him politely how many wives he had; for, from the manner

in which he had decamped, it might be thought that he had twenty at least.



"One, sir," replied the Mormon, raising his arms heavenward

--"one, and that was enough!"

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