At the end of our two days’ sojourn¹, we left Great Salt Lake City hearty² and well fed and happy—physically superb but not so very much wiser, as regards the “Mormon question,” than we were when we arrived, perhaps. We had a deal more “information” than we had before, of course, but we did not know what portion of it was reliable and what was not—for it all came from acquaintances of a day—strangers, strictly³ speaking. We were told, for instance, that the dreadful “Mountain Meadows Massacre” was the work of the Indians entirely⁴, and that the Gentiles had meanly tried to fasten it upon the Mormons; we were told, likewise, that the Indians were to blame, partly, and partly the Mormons; and we were told, likewise, and just as positively⁵, that the Mormons were almost if not wholly and completely responsible for that most treacherous⁶ and pitiless butchery. We got the story in all these different shapes, but it was not till several years afterward⁷ that Mrs. Waite’s book, “The Mormon Prophet,” came out with Judge Cradlebaugh’s trial of the accused parties in it and revealed the truth that the latter version was the correct one and that the Mormons were the assassins. All our “information” had three sides to it, and so I gave up the idea that I could settle the “Mormon question” in two days. Still I have seen newspaper correspondents do it in one.