They couldn't refuse a cup of milk for a wee little baby." And Laban tried.

But, as he told father afterward, he did not get to see any Mormon women.

He saw only the Mormon men, who turned him away.
This was the last Mormon outpost.

Beyond lay the vast desert, with, on the other side of it, the dream land, ay, the myth land, of California.
As our wagons rolled out of the place in the early morning I, sitting beside my father on the driver's seat, saw Laban give expression to his feelings.

We had gone perhaps half a mile, and were topping a low rise that would sink Cedar City from view, when Laban turned his horse around, halted it, and stood up in the stirrups.