I knew, if no obstacle should be encountered--such as that which had just delayed us--that we could easily come up with the Mormon emigrants. We had no longer a similar obstacle to dread. The whole country beyond the mountains was Utah territory; and we could count upon these Indians as friends. From that quarter we had nothing to apprehend; and the caravan might easily be overtaken. But what then? Even though in company with it, for my purpose I should be as powerless as ever. By what right should I interfere with either the squatter or his child? No doubt it was their determination to proceed with the Mormons, and to the Mormon city--at least the father's determination. This was no longer a matter of doubt; and what could I urge to prevent his carrying it out? I had no argument--not the colour of a claim--for interference in any way! Nay, it was more than probable that to the migrating Mormons I should be a most unwelcome apparition--to Stebbins I certainly should, and perhaps to Holt himself. I might expect no very courteous treatment at their hands. With Stebbins for their leader--and that fact was now ascertained--I might find myself in danger from his _Danites_--of whom no doubt there would be a party "policing" the train. Such considerations were not to be disregarded. I knew the hostility which, even under ordinary circumstances, these fanatics are accustomed to feel towards outsiders to their faith; but I had also heard of their _display_ of it, when in possession of the power. The "Sectary" who sets foot in the city of Latter-day Saints, or travels with a Mormon train, will be prudent to keep his dissent to himself. Woe to him if he proclaim it too boastingly!