"Yes, brother, I knew Brigham Young in Nauvoo, when we were driven out across the plains, I knew that he was God's own man, and I followed him, with sure faith in my heart. If you like, sir, the meeting's just on, and you might walk down with us?" "I will, thank you," returned Dr. Cadman pleasantly, and the three walked down to the Temple, the old man greatly pleased with the visitor, and "the visitor" greatly amused with the thought of walking down the street with "Mormons." "There's nothing very bad about them," he decided to himself. "Just easily lead, and simple-minded." When they reached the Temple gate, the old man turned to him kindly. "Sorry, but you'll have to throw that cigar away, brother. They don't allow smoking on the Temple grounds." Cadman flushed, and looked at his freshly lit cigar doubtfully. "Well, here goes!" he decided. "It's worth it to see a real 'Mormon' congregation." As they entered the grounds, a group of about fifteen men, women, and children surrounded them. "Where have you been?" exclaimed a chorus of voices, accosting the old couple, joyously. "We've been looking for you the city over. Hurry or we'll not get a front seat." George found himself proudly introduced to the old couple's children and grand-children and then hurried off by the entire family to the tabernacle. That night he wrote to a New York cousin, the following letter: "My dear old pal:--Such a pleasant trip, all the way through! I've separated from the party, however, for the way they traveled, didn't suit me. They reminded me of a lot of bees, sipping the honey momentarily from each flower that they passed. On a trip like this, I like to study my own dear America. I decided to stop off a few days at the Indian reservation,--that settled it--since then I have been traveling alone. "You know Mrs. Hester of the party? Exclaimed she, 'Those frightful Indians, Dr. Cadman! How can you care to look at those awful people a second time!' "And now--those frightful 'Mormons' I find very interesting! I meant to spend one day here at Salt Lake City, but this first day has been so interesting I mean to spend more. "I must tell you about my experience today. "I was gazing at Brigham Young's monument, when I was accosted by a very plainly dressed old man, and his wife. After a little conversation, I went to their tabernacle with them, and on the way was introduced to their family,--big enough for five separate Eastern homes! "But, Will, the tabernacle service was a great surprise to me. The singing, speaking, music were all uplifting. There's something wrong about those Anti-'Mormon' lecturers out home. These people are dead in earnest, and I'll wager they're sincere. "If I were religiously inclined, I'd say, 'The spirit is more in this Church, than in the churches of the world,' but--as I'm not religious, as you know, I simply feel a great respect for these people and a reverence, a little foreign to my nature,--when in their tabernacle.