all　my　expectations）　like　what　I　now　describe　with　scrupulous
  exactness。
  The　Mormon　Agent　who　had　been　active　in　getting　them　together；　and
  in　making　the　contract　with　my　friends　the　owners　of　the　ship　to
  take　them　as　far　as　New　York　on　their　way　to　the　Great　Salt　Lake；
  was　pointed　out　to　me。　　A　compactly…made　handsome　man　in　black；
  rather　short；　with　rich　brown　hair　and　beard；　and　clear　bright
  eyes。　　From　his　speech；　I　should　set　him　down　as　American。
  Probably；　a　man　who　had　'knocked　about　the　world'　pretty　much。　　A
  man　with　a　frank　open　manner；　and　unshrinking　look；　withal　a　man　of
  great　quickness。　　I　believe　he　was　wholly　ignorant　of　my
  Uncommercial　individuality；　and　consequently　of　my　immense
  Uncommercial　importance。
  UNCOMMERCIAL。　　These　are　a　very　fine　set　of　people　you　have　brought
  together　here。
  MORMON　AGENT。　　Yes；　sir；　they　are　a　VERY　fine　set　of　people。
  UNCOMMERCIAL　（looking　about）。　　Indeed；　I　think　it　would　be
  difficult　to　find　Eight　hundred　people　together　anywhere　else；　and
  find　so　much　beauty　and　so　much　strength　and　capacity　for　work
  among　them。
  MORMON　AGENT　（not　looking　about；　but　looking　steadily　at
  Uncommercial）。　　I　think　so。　…　We　sent　out　about　a　thousand　more；
  yes'day；　from　Liverpool。
  UNCOMMERCIAL。　　You　are　not　going　with　these　emigrants？
  MORMON　AGENT。　　No；　sir。　　I　remain。
  UNCOMMERCIAL。　　But　you　have　been　in　the　Mormon　Territory？
  MORMON　AGENT。　　Yes；　I　left　Utah　about　three　years　ago。
  UNCOMMERCIAL。　　It　is　surprising　to　me　that　these　people　are　all　so
  cheery；　and　make　so　little　of　the　immense　distance　before　them。
  MORMON　AGENT。　　Well；　you　see；　many　of　'em　have　friends　out　at　Utah；
  and　many　of　'em　look　forward　to　meeting　friends　on　the　way。
  UNCOMMERCIAL。　　On　the　way？
  MORMON　AGENT。　　This　way　'tis。　　This　ship　lands　'em　in　New　York
  City。　　Then　they　go　on　by　rail　right　away　beyond　St。　Louis；　to　that
  part　of　the　Banks　of　the　Missouri　where　they　strike　the　Plains。
  There；　waggons　from　the　settlement　meet　'em　to　bear　'em　company　on
  their　journey　'cross…twelve　hundred　miles　about。　　Industrious
  people　who　come　out　to　the　settlement　soon　get　waggons　of　their
  own；　and　so　the　friends　of　some　of　these　will　come　down　in　their
  own　waggons　to　meet　'em。　　They　look　forward　to　that；　greatly。
  UNCOMMERCIAL。　　On　their　long　journey　across　the　Desert；　do　you　arm
  them？
  MORMON　AGENT。　　Mostly　you　would　find　they　have　arms　of　some　kind　or
  another　already　with　them。　　Such　as　had　not　arms　we　should　arm
  across　the　Plains；　for　the　general　protection　and　defence。
  UNCOMMERCIAL。　　Will　these　waggons　bring　down　any　produce　to　the
  Missouri？
  MORMON　AGENT。　　Well；　since　the　war　broke　out；　we've　taken　to
  growing　cotton；　and　they'll　likely　bring　down　cotton　to　be
  exchanged　for　machinery。　　We　want　machinery。　　Also　we　have　taken　to
  growing　indigo；　which　is　a　fine　commodity　for　profit。　　It　has　been
  found　that　the　climate　on　the　further　side　of　the　Great　Salt　Lake
  suits　well　for　raising　indigo。
  UNCOMMERCIAL。　　I　am　told　that　these　people　now　on　board　are
  principally　from　the　South　of　England？
  MORMON　AGENT。　　And　from　Wales。　　That's　true。
  UNCOMMERCIAL。　　Do　you　get　many　Scotch？
  MORMON　AGENT。　　Not　many。
  UNCOMMERCIAL。　　Highlanders；　for　instance？
  MORMON　AGENT。　　No；　not　Highlanders。　　They　ain't　interested　enough
  in　universal　brotherhood　and　peace　and　good　will。
  UNCOMMERCIAL。　　The　old　fighting　blood　is　strong　in　them？
  MORMON　AGENT。　　Well；　yes。　　And　besides；　they've　no　faith。
  UNCOMMERCIAL　（who　has　been　burning　to　get　at　the　Prophet　Joe　Smith；
  and　seems　to　discover　an　opening）。　　Faith　in　…　！
  MORMON　AGENT　（far　too　many　for　Uncommercial）。　　Well。　…　In　anything！
  Similarly　on　this　same　head；　the　Uncommercial　underwent
  discomfiture　from　a　Wiltshire　labourer：　　a　simple；　fresh…coloured
  farm…labourer；　of　eight…and…thirty；　who　at　one　time　stood　beside
  him　looking　on　at　new　arrivals；　and　with　whom　he　held　this
  dialogue：
  UNCOMMERCIAL。　　Would　you　mind　my　asking　you　what　part　of　the
  country　you　come　from？
  WILTSHIRE。　　Not　a　bit。　　Theer！　（exultingly）　I've　worked　all　my　life
  o'　Salisbury　Plain；　right　under　the　shadder　o'　Stonehenge。　　You
  mightn't　think　it；　but　I　haive。
  UNCOMMERCIAL。　　And　a　pleasant　country　too。
  WILTSHIRE。　　Ah！　　'Tis　a　pleasant　country。
  UNCOMMERCIAL。　　Have　you　any　family　on　board？
  WILTSHIRE。　　Two　children；　boy　and　gal。　　I　am　a　widderer；　I　am；　and
  I'm　going　out　alonger　my　boy　and　gal。　　That's　my　gal；　and　she's　a
  fine　gal　o'　sixteen　（pointing　out　the　girl　who　is　writing　by　the
  boat）。　　I'll　go　and　fetch　my　boy。　　I'd　like　to　show　you　my　boy。
  （Here　Wiltshire　disappears；　and　presently　comes　back　with　a　big；
  shy　boy　of　twelve；　in　a　superabundance　of　boots；　who　is　not　at　all
  glad　to　be　presented。）　　He　is　a　fine　boy　too；　and　a　boy　fur　to
  work！　　（Boy　having　undutifully　bolted；　Wiltshire　drops　him。）
  UNCOMMERCIAL。　　It　must　cost　you　a　great　deal　of　money　to　go　so　far；
  three　strong。
  WILTSHIRE。　　A　power　of　money。　　Theer！　　Eight　shillen　a　week；　eight
  shillen　a　week；　eight　shillen　a　week；　put　by　out　of　the　week's
  wages　for　ever　so　long。
  UNCOMMERCIAL。　　I　wonder　how　you　did　it。
  WILTSHIRE　（recognising　in　this　a　kindred　spirit）。　　See　theer　now！
  I　wonder　how　I　done　it！　　But　what　with　a　bit　o'　subscription　heer；
  and　what　with　a　bit　o'　help　theer；　it　were　done　at　last；　though　I
  don't　hardly　know　how。　　Then　it　were　unfort'net　for　us；　you　see；　as
  we　got　kep'　in　Bristol　so　long　…　nigh　a　fortnight；　it　were　…　on
  accounts　of　a　mistake　wi'　Brother　Halliday。　　Swaller'd　up　money；　it
  did；　when　we　might　have　come　straight　on。
  UNCOMMERCIAL　（delicately　approaching　Joe　Smith）。　　You　are　of　the
  Mormon　religion；　of　course？
  WILTSHIRE　（confidently）。　　O　yes；　I'm　a　Mormon。　　（Then
  reflectively。）　　I'm　a　Mormon。　　（Then；　looking　round　the　ship；
  feigns　to　descry　a　particular　friend　in　an　empty　spot；　and　evades
  the　Uncommercial　for　evermore。）
  After　a　noontide　pause　for　dinner；　during　which　my　Emigrants　were
  nearly　all　between…decks；　and　the　Amazon　looked　deserted；　a　general
  muster　took　place。　　The　muster　was　for　the　ceremony　of　passing　the
  Government　Inspector　and　the　Doctor。　　Those　authorities　held　their
  temporary　state　amidships；　by　a　cask　or　two；　and；　knowing　that　the
  whole　Eight　hundred　emigrants　must　come　face　to　face　with　them；　I
  took　my　station　behind　the　two。　　They　knew　nothing　whatever　of　me；
  I　believe；　and　my　testimony　to　the　unpretending　gentleness　and　good
  nature　with　which　they　discharged　their　duty；　may　be　of　the　greater
  worth。　　There　was　not　the　slightest　flavour　of　the　Circumlocution
  Office　about　their　proceedings。
  The　emigrants　were　now　all　on　deck。　　They　were　densely　crowded　aft；
  and　swarmed　upon　the　poop…deck　like　bees。　　Two　or　three　Mormon
  agents　stood　ready　to　hand　them　on　to　the　Inspector；　and　to　hand
  them　forward　when　they　had　passed。　　By　what　successful　means；　a
  special　aptitude　for　organisation　had　been　infused　into　these
  people；　I　am；　of　course；　unable　to　report。　　But　I　know　that；　even
  now；　there　was　no　disorder；　hurry；　or　difficulty。
  All　being　ready；　the　first　group　are　handed　on。　　That　member　of　the
  party　who　is　entrusted　with　the　passenger…ticket　for　the　whole；　has
  been　warned　by　one　of　the　agents　to　have　it　ready；　and　here　it　is
  in　his　hand。　　In　every　instance　through　the　whole　eight　hundred；
  without　an　exception；　this　paper　is　always　ready。
  INSPECTOR　（reading　the　ticket）。　　Jessie　Jobson；　Sophronia　Jobson；
  Jessie　Jobson　again；　Matilda　Jobson；　William　Jobson；　Jane　Jobson；
  Matilda　Jobson　again；　Brigham　Jobson；　Leonardo　Jobson；　and　Orson
  Jobson。　　Are　you　all　here？　（glancing　at　the　party；　over　his
  spectacles）。
  JESSIE　JOBSON　NUMBER　TWO。　　All　here；　sir。
  This　group　is　composed　of　an　old　grandfather　and　grandmother；　their
  married　son　and　his　wife；　and　THEIR　family　of　children。　　Orson
  Jobson　is　a　little　child　asleep　in　his　mother's　arms。　　The　Doctor；
  with　a　kind　word　or　so；　lifts　up　the　corner　of　the　mother's　shawl；
  looks　at　the　child's　face；　and　touches　the　little　clenched　hand。
  If　we　were　all　as　well　as　Orson　Jobson；　doctoring　would　be　a　poor
  profession。
  INSPECTOR。　　Quite　right；　Jessie　Jobson。　　Take　your　ticket；　Jessie；
  and　pass　on。
  And　away　they　go。　　Mormon　agent；　skilful　and　quiet；　hands　them　on。
  Mormon　agent；　skilful　and　quiet；　hands　next　party　up。
  INSPECTOR　（reading　ticket　again）。　　Susannah　Cleverly　and　William
  Cleverly。　　Brother　and　sister；　eh？
  SISTER　（young　woman　of　business；　hustling　slow　brother）。　　Yes；　sir。
  INSPECTOR。　　Very　good；　Susannah　Cleverly。　　Take　your　ticket；
  Susannah；　and　take　care　of　it。
  And　away　they　go。
  INSPECTOR　（taking　ticket　again）。　　Sampson　Dibble　and　Dorothy　Dibble
  （surveying　a　very　old　couple　over　his　spectacles；　with　some
  surprise）。　　Your　husband　quite　blind；　Mrs。　Dibble？
  MRS。　DIBBLE。　　Yes；　sir；　he　be　stone…bli