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Show and dark hair, the sides were streaked with rod and it had a long bushy tail, more or less red, and its back somewhat resembled that of a fox, hence, perhaps, tho reason rea-son it is called fox squirrel . In traveling across the country, I was struck with the richness of tho soil, which is from G to 8 feet deep. The beautiful rolling prairies with their ten thousand flowers of all hues and the fine grats waving in its lovely green. Game was plentiful plen-tiful and honey abundant. In every grove of timber was the honey beo, with its rich stores laid up in tho hollow trunks and limbs of trees. Truly, it might be said in those days, that Missouri was a "land flowing with milk and honey." The first time I ever heard the names "Mormon," "Mormonites," "Latter-day Saints," they sounded very strange to me. It was said that a company of Mormonites had gone to the rocky mountains, led by a Prophet, whose name was Joe Smith, to build a new Jerusalem and preparo for the coming of tho Savior, which thoy said was near at hand. At that early time, 1831, I had a premonition that Mormon-j ism was true, but regreted that their prophet's given name was Joe or Joseph. My reason for this was that there was a man living in our neighborhood whoso name was Joe Moor, who was forever picking pick-ing quarrels and wanting to fight somebody, at every gathering he chanced to be, and for this conduct I not only disliked the man but his name as well. Respectfully, Virginian. Corrosponclonoo. St. George, Utah, December 25, 1895. Editor Union: If you deem the following items worthy of a place in your very interesting in-teresting little paper, you are at liberty to insert them : I well remember the first time I ever saw an Indian and the feelings feel-ings that came over me. . I could not take my eyes away from him. I met him in St. Louis. He wa3 large in stature, wrapped in his blanket, his countenance grave and seemed to be alone. I gazed and called to mind the Book of Mormon, Mor-mon, the history of his race, and as I looked upon him my bosom swelled with pity for him and his people, and to tell the truth, from that day to the present, I never seo a Lamanito without having mor or less those feelings. This was in 1838, while on my way to Far West, Mo. Leaving St. Louis and passing up the Missorui river, our steamer camo near running into a deer that was swimming the river. Everybody Every-body on board sallied out to see the sight and we camo so near to it that one of the passengers threw a billet of wood at it. The poor thing must have been dreadfully frightened, but I thought it made poor headway to escape danger. ' The country on both sides of the river was alive with wild geese, and sand-hill cranes, the latter was a novel sight as they wero the first I had e ver seen. Leaving the steamboat steam-boat at liichmond landing, I set out across the country for Far Wost. On my way, I saw a fox squirrel, and having a gun with me, I shot it This I did in order to examine it, for it was the first of the kind I had ever sen. I found it to be larger than the common gray and black squirrels of my country, (Va.,) and very different in color. The back was rod, mixed with gray |