Mr. Street was very busy with his telegraphic matters—and considering that he had eight or nine hundred miles of rugged¹, snowy, uninhabited mountains, and waterless, treeless, melancholy² deserts to traverse with his wire, it was natural and needful that he should be as busy as possible. He could not go comfortably along and cut his poles by the road-side, either, but they had to be hauled by ox teams across those exhausting deserts—and it was two days’ journey from water to water, in one or two of them. Mr. Street’s contract was a vast work, every way one looked at it; and yet to comprehend what the vague words “eight hundred miles of rugged mountains and dismal³ deserts” mean, one must go over the ground in person—pen and ink descriptions cannot convey the dreary⁴ reality to the reader. And after all, Mr. S.’s mightiest⁵ difficulty turned out to be one which he had never taken into the account at all. Unto Mormons he had sub-let the hardest and heaviest half of his great undertaking⁶, and all of a sudden they concluded that they were going to make little or nothing, and so they tranquilly⁷ threw their poles overboard in mountain or desert, just as it happened when they took the notion, and drove home and went about their customary business! They were under written contract to Mr. Street, but they did not care anything for that. They said they would “admire” to see a “Gentile” force a Mormon to fulfil a losing contract in Utah! And they made themselves very merry over the matter. Street said—for it was he that told us these things: