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.