IMPORTANT FROM UTAH. A Week Later from Camp Scott and Salt Lake City. Arrival and Reception of the Peace Commissioners. Incidents of Gov. Cumming's Interview with the Mormons. ATTEMPTS AT INTIMIDATION BY THE SAINTS. Notes of the Route Between the Missouri River and the Salt Lake Valley. INTERESTING MISCELLANEOUS NEWS. From the Special Correspondent of the New-York Times. CAMP SCOTT, NEAR BRIDGER'S FORT, UNITED STATES TERRITORY, June 4, 1858. The route between the Missouri River and the Valley of Great Salt Lake, has been so frequently and so well described, that I will hardly be expected to shed much additional light upon the subject. I venture, nevertheless, to make a very brief notice of such points and objects as especially attracted my at-tention on the journey hither, in the course of a cur-sory glance at the incidents of our trip, which I hope may find some interest with your readers. The overland mail to Salt Lake has hitherto made Independence, Mo., its eastern terminus; but, as you already are aware, the new contract made for the transportation of the United States mail, changed that terminus to St. Joseph, a picturesquely located and thriving town, situated upon the north bank of the Missouri River, some sixty or eighty miles above Leavenworth. The Hannibal and St. Joseph's Rail-road, now in rapid course of construction, and to be completed this Fall, will connect St. Joseph, by rail, with the great lines of roads extending from the Mis-sissippi to the seaboard. That accomplished, St. Jo-seph will be almost as near New-York in point of time as is St. Louis; and when the overland mail contractors are prepared to make the quick time pro-vided by their schedule, your City and "The Valley of the Mountains," as the "Saints" poetically de-nominate their locality, will be separated by not more than twenty-two days' time. It is asked, perhaps, whether the contractors can fulfill the stipulations of their contract. From what I have seen of them and of the country traversed by their route, I have no doubt that they will do so. We left St. Joseph with the first mail under their con-tract, on the 1st of May, only twenty-seven days after the contract was signed, a time quite too brief for the organization of a route twelve hundred miles long, through a wilderness country. Nevertheless, though delayed by storms and a river rendered temporarily impassable by heavy rains, without relay stations, the first trip was made in twenty-seven days. The contractors are busily engaged now in stocking the road, intending to locate a station for every fifty miles of the road at which fresh animals may be had, and their passengers find rest and refreshment, These will soon be provided, and then the elements alone, I am sure, will ever prevent them from mak-ing time." The fare to Salt Lake, for passengers, is fixed at $200, which includes board as well as con-veyance. The coaches are light, but strong—similar in construction to the ordinary ambulance used by officers of the army, with seats and backs, so ar-ranged that they may be let down at night to form a very comfortable mattress for the passenger who has occasion to sleep in them. With the appliances of comfort which are thus introduced, a trip across the plains will lose much of the rough and robust in-terest which it has hitherto possessed; and it is mat-ter of congratulation with your correspondent, that he was able to make the journey before there had been time to fairly arrange these innovations. Crossing the river at St. Joseph, we entered the town of Elwood, in Kansas Territory, situated on the edge of a great bottom, extending some five miles back from the stream. Elwood is the germ appar-ently of a thriving town, although the character of its rich alluvial soil is such as to promise a plentiful alternation of fever and ague in connection with its other crops. Forty miles from the river, we found Kennekuk, at the junction of the road from Fort Leavenworth. This "town," like a host of Kansas "cities," boasts half a dozen log huts, of which a tav-ern, store and groggery constitute by far the largest half. Upon the speculators' maps, which may be found hanging in all the land offices, it is a flourishing collection of numerous squares, handsomely divided by streets and avenues, with public squire neatly marked, and all the elements of a refined and cultivated neighborhood. After leaving Kennekuk, we were compelled to go out our Plains "crockery" and prepare our own food—for we could no longer rely even upon a log-hut hotel when meal-time came. The dinner service was of the newest and brightest tinware, for nothing else could stand the Plains. When the hour for halting came, the mules are promptly turned, out to graze, and each man sets himself to work in pre-paring for the meal. Some gather wood and build the fire, another goes for water, a third superintends making the coffee and frying the ham or bacon, and another sets the table. The pig certainly, is a "great institution." I fear me the animal is not properly ap-preciated under ordinary circumstances; but the Prairie appetite which promptly blesses the man who strikes out in the wild life of the Plains, is a wonderful elevator of his porker-ship, I assure you; and a slice of bacon, washed down by a cup of strong coffee, in-nocent of milk, is relished under such circumstances far more keenly than the best dinner which even friend COLEMAN can set before a dyspeptic guest. The first few days of our journey were made somewhat uncomfortable by a cold and tedious rain-storm—the same storm which buried Colonel HOFF-MAN and his supply trains in three feet of snow, a lit-tle west of Laramie. It is a remarkable fact, however, that we suffered no inconvenience from our exposure. On the evening of the 3d we arrived at BLANCHARD'S, on the Nemaha River, a tributary of the Kansas, easily forded, and not ris-ing above the dignity of a good sized creek, notwith-standing its name. Here we found a hotel. Our lodging-place consisted of a log hut, apparently con-structed originally for the purposes of a stable or corn-crib—its single room probably ten by twelve in dimensions. In this were placed four double beds, one of which was occupied in part by MARSHALL, the Lecompton Governor of Kansas, between whom and my traveling companion an entertaining conversation occurred in regard to the political condition of the Territory. When I dropped to sleep the Governor was earnestly combatting my companion's amiable declaration of the wish that Kansas was sunken in the depths of some fathomless ocean, The "Gov-ernor" certainly, however, did not display any pecu-liar aptness at either logic or oratory. The night of the 4th we spent at the Governor's mansion, on the bank of the Big Blue, in the town of Marysville or Palmetto. This town is one of the most talked-of points in Kansas, It is pleasantly located on a broad strip of bottom land, and contains half a dozen log houses, including the Governor's, and two stores and a blacksmith shop. Building lots were selling at $300 each, as we were informed. Thus far the country over which our road passed seemed to be a very fine one, with a deep, rich soil apparently capable of endless production of the finest crops. Our next day's journey carried us out of the Territory of Kansas—the Northwestern corner of which we had crossed—and brought us into Nebraska. We now began to realize the com-parative worthlessness of the country west of the longitude of the Big Blue, With insignificant ex-ceptions, the Western three-fourths of Kansas and Nebraska are utterly unfit for settlement. True, at this season, the whole face of the country is covered with grass, but a single turning of the sod would satisfy the most sanguine that cultivation is out of the question. On the evening of the 6th we arrived at the Little Blue River, a clear and rapid stream, along which our road lay for many miles. We had now reached a game country, and saw an abundance of antelope and deer bounding over the plains, as we passed along in too much haste to try our skill at hunting. We made Fort Kearney on the 9th inst., where your correspondent was under obligations to Lieut. E. G. MARSHALL, of the 6th Infantry, for hos-pitable attentions, especially acceptable upon such a trip as this. Fort Kearney, you will remember, was established as a military post by Gen. KEARNEY, while on his way to New-Mexico during the Mexican War. It is located about a mile distant from the Platte River, which we first struck at this point. There are no fortifications here, the post consisting simply of a few frame buildings, and log-hut bar racks for the troops and their stores of supplies. The Platte has half-a-dozen channels here, divided by several low wooded islands—the whole spreading over a width of two or three miles. The banks of the river are low, and the river-bottom varies in width from one to five or ten miles before striking the bluffs on the south side. The stream is not navigable, being rapid and full of shoals and quick-sands. We had a mail for Fort Kearney, but it was found to be fastened with brass lock, such as are provided by Post-Office Department for the through mails only, and to which Way-offices have no key. Mr. HETH, the Postmaster, too the responsibility of cut-ting the mail-bag open, when it was found to contain several packages of letters designed for Laramie or Camp Scott. Subsequently, at Fort Laramie, the same operation was necessarily repeated, and there we found that Kearney packages had been placed in the Laramie bag. The Postmaster at St. Joseph’s is responsible for such blunders and should be cautioned against its repetition. The valley of the Platte, a little above Kearney where the river lies out before us in its full width of a mile or more, unbroken by islands presents a charming scene of quiet beauty one which at first sight enchants the traveler, who, however, becomes exceedingly tired of its mo-notony as he journeys along hundreds of miles up the river bottom, viewing day by day the same scenery with scarcely an appreciable modification. We now began to see buffaloes, but in small herds, and gener-ally four or five miles off, so that we were unable to get a shot at them. Taking advantage of a little spare time during or noon cmp one day, I shouldered my Sharp’s carbine, (with which, by the way, I had been so fortunate as to knock off the head of an occasional duck at 60 yards more,) and trudged across the plains a distance of 8 or 10 miles in advance of our train in the hope of trying my skill upon the shaggy beeves, a dozen of which were grazing under the edge of the bluff. An unfortunate shift of the wind warned them of my approach, however, and I was unable to get within a miile of them. The buf-faloes have been very scarce on the Patte this season, thus far, although hunters who have time to follow them up rarely fail of their sport and spoil. On the night of the 10th May, while camped upon the Platte, some 35 miles above Fort Kearney, and beyond the Cottonwood Springs, we witnessed the fiery trail of Roman candles, sent up fro the bluffs undoubtedly by Cheyenne Indians, a band of whom attacked a train just at this point last year, killing two teamsters, stampeding and large quantity of cattle, and carrying off, among other property, a quantity of cattle, and carrying off, among other property, a quantity of pyrotechnic material, designed for the use of the Army, in the way of night signals. You are aware that the Cheyennes are at war with the United States, and as our camp was entirely exposed, some of our company most experienced in travel over the Plains, anticipated a night attack, supposing the py-rotechnic display to be a signal of not friendly portent to our little company. We accordingly prepared for defence, by seeing that our arms were in order, and placed so that we could lay our hands upon them at an instant’s warning. This arranged, and our guard set for the night, we “turned in” and slept soundly until daybreak, undisturbed by yell or war-whoop. We probably were not seen by the Indians, whose presence had been betrayed to us by their pyrotech-nic display. The following evening furnished us abundant evi-dence of the presence of the savages, who were engaged in burning the grass from immense meadows, in order to give the new grass a better oppor-tunity to start. This was my first view of a prairie on fire, and it was a magnificent one. There was no moon visible, and the night was exceedingly dark until the fires were lighted at a distance proba-bly of ten or fifteen miles from us. The flames il-lumed the heavens most brilliantly-presented a glo-rious scene as their fiery billows rolled over the grea flat plains, sweeping away the dry grass, and sending their tall columns of smoke whirling away in the distance before the brisk breeze. At one point the fire had been lighted in several different localities, presenting us a view of several distinct conflagra-tions. At another, where the remorseless element was licking up its sustenance on the rise of a bluff the flames were reflected in a neighboring stream, whose swift current to our imaginations seemed a belt of molten lava speeding its boisterous way to some distant point. These prairie fires cannot be de-scribed by pencil or pen-they must be seen to be ap-preciated in all their grandeur and glory. We arrived at the usual crossing of the south fork of the Platte on the afternoon of the 12th. Trying the ford, we found the river too high to admit of at tempting it with our carriages. The reader will bear in mind that our course laid along the south fork of the Platte, after leaving the main stream, and we had now arrived at the point where it is necessary to cross the fork in order to strike across towards the north fork along which the road to Fort Laramie lies. The river was swollen nearly even with its bands. The hopelessness of being able to cross here for a week to come was apparent, and we proceeded up stream according in search of a new and more available ford. The next morning, when some fifteen miles above the usual crossing, we noticed several miles distant, in advance of us, what seemed to be ponies or mules grazing up a little ridge. Soon after the forms of men moving about stood out against the clear sky beyond. Always on the watch for Indian enemies, our little party of seven watched the strang-ers with a good deal of interest, long before we could make out their character. Our conductor rode on ahead of us some distance to reconnoiter. Mean-time the strange party was gradually increased until it numbered some twenty men, all evidently watch-ing us also; and when our conductor rode back, tell-ing us to get out our arms for self-defence, as the strangers had more the appearance of “Red-heads” (Indians) than anything else, we did not doubt that we were about to try our hands at a small speck of war. We were not long in recapping our pistols, and getting out the needed supplies of ammunition. The moment was one of exceeding interest, for every man in our little company knew that if we were approaching a party of Cheyennes strong in numbers as that before us, there was no choice be0tween successful defence against them and a hope-less slavery or more welcome death. Prepared for the worst, we dashed rapidly forward, and soon found ourselves in the company of the Utah Peace Commissioners and their excort. The ambulances of the party were concealed in a little hollow just be-yond the ridge on which the men were standing. It was because of their invisibility that our conductor failed to recognize the party, and wasnaturally mis-led into the supposition that they were enemies. The Commisioners had been detained four or fie days by the high water. Major MCCULLOCH, in the mean time had explored the river thoroughly, and informed us that he had found a point at which he believed the ford was passable. Stripping to his under-woolens, the Major rode into the stream, and after an hour or two of search, succeeded in striking our a road for us. The entire day was occupied in crossing, every man stripping to his under-clothing, and pack-ing his clothing and baggage high as possible in the carriages to save them from soaking. The river at our crossing was nearly a mile wide, its bottom full of holes and quick-sands, alternating with shoals, so that the mules, which in one minute were scarcely ankle-deep in the water, the next were swim-ming for three or four yards. Fortunately, the weath-er was quite warm, and the temperature of the water not unpleasant. Another half day’s travel brought us to the rugged scenery of Ash Hollow, where the bluffs break down suddenly on every side towards a central basin, opening by a road half a mile in length, through a ravine to the North Platte. Near the river we found a Canadian-French trading-post, and ranged along either bank an Ogle Alley Indian town of about fifty lodges,-its inhabitants living that dull, lazy, listless life of the aborigines, alternately feasting and starv-ing, as game is planty or scarce. Their lodges are constructed of buffalo skins stretched upon poles with a hole at the top for the egress of smoke, and another at the side for the admission of its occu-pants. With a good fire of pine or cedar in the Win-ter, these lodges are very comfortable on a cold or stormy day,-provided one can shut his eyes to their beastly filthiness. Some of the Ogle Alleys were fine specimens of their race. Two of the squaws whom we met at the post, if civilly attired would have pass-ed for rather handsome women; although lad in skins of beasts, and with their papooses strapped upon their backs, they were calculated to win the heart of a white stranger. We obtained of the In-dians here some antelope meat. The flesh is very palatable, far superior to the best venison I ever ate. The next day brought us to Chimney Rock, and the remarkable scenery of Court-House and Capitol Bluffs. Chimney Rock is said to have lost a consid-erable portion of its height within a year or two, but it is still stupendous wonder, with its tall, straight column rising perpendicularly some hundreds of feet from the conical hill which forms its base, resembling a great chimney or lofty shot-tower. Court-House Bluff takes its name from its resemblance at a dis-tance to the Court-House at St. Louis; and Capital Bluff is so called from its similarity in general outline to the old Capitol at Washington, as it appeared prior to the destruction of the old dome. These forma-tions are great barren bluffs, of sand and disintegrate-ing rock-their desolate and barren outlines visible for many miles in every direction. Scott’s Bluffs half a day’s journey beyond, when first seen have much the appearance of a large fortified city. We took the road through the Bluffs, passing, as we en-tered the narrow gorge, great perpendicularly-sided peaks, standing like giant towers on either side, as if to guard the pass. We arrived at Fort Laramie at the junction of the Laramie and Platte Rivers, on the 17th, passing on the way, several graves of Sioux Indians. The Sioux do not bury their dead, but lay them on platforms raised some six or eight feet from the ground on posts, in full view of every passer. Fort Laramie is pleasantly located on the river bottom, and surround-ed by high lands, with snow-covered mountains in the distance. We spent the night here, and part of the next day. There is nothing peculiear about Lara-mie, which is like all military posts, except that it has no quarters in its neighborhood for persons not in the military service. Under these circumstances, your correspondent was under great obligation to Mr. FITZHUGH, of the Suttlers firm of WARD & GEARY, for his kind hospitality. There were only four officers at the post, and scarcely any supplies of provisions, Col. HOFFMAN having drained everything and every-body that could be spared, for the army of Utah. In our journey westward from Laramie, we met several parties of Indians traveling with their fami-lies and household effects. Of wagons or carts they have none. Their lodge poles are strapped upon the backs of their ponies so that the rear ends trail upon the ground back of the animal. Surmounting these are the lodge skins and other effects of the travelers. The women, unless invalids, lead the ponies along while their lords stalk grandly along smoking their kinne-kenick, (a pungent preparation of the inner bark of a species of willow,) dis-daining all care of the cavalcade behind them. The women who are unable to walk, and the younger children, pack themselves upon lodge poles dragging at the ponies’ heels. Of course, the women perform all the drudgery, even to catching and saddling the horses when required. On one occasion a small party of Indians camped near us for the night. The moment they halted, the men dis-mounted, and proceeded directly to our camp-fire for a smoke. The squaws turned out the animals, and pitched the lodges. Meantime a young girl, perhaps fifteen years of age, disappeared in the timber, return-ing soon afterwards with a back load of wood heavy enough for a stout man. In the morning again the squaws bring up the horses, take down and pack the lodges, and do all other required labor-their rascally husbands and brothers looking on till all is ready, and then mounting their ponies start off with their dogs and guns, or more usually here, their bows and arrows. In the use of these they are very skillful, sending their iron-tipped weapons sometimes entirely through the body even of the buffalo. The morning of the 21st of May brought us to the celebrated Dacotah City, on Deer Creek-the pecu-liar pet of BISHINETT, a visionary French trader, who is fully persuaded that he has here the site of a great and flourishing town, to be thickly settles before he shall be gathered to his fathers. The location is a favorable one for this interior wilderness, having fine water, good grass, convenient timber, and an abund-ance of soft coal. At present the town consists of BISHNETT’S store and dwelling attached, an excellent canal, and a little log house, with white canvas-cov-ered observatory, denominated “Deer Creek Valley Hotel,” at which I could not purchase so much as an egg. We crossed the Platte the same evening, by JOHN RICHARDS’ Bridge-a very creditable structure, the tolls over which are five dollars per team. The next morning, soon after sunrise, we came within sight of Colonel HOFFMAN’S train of army supplies defiling in a long line before us-trailing like a great serpent, over the hills and across the valleys, the canvas covers of the wagons glistening in the sun. It was a cheering sight to us, as we remembered that they were bearing to Camp Scott plentiful supplies of the provisions for which the little army were like-ly to suffer before many days. The distant Sweet Water Mountains now loomed up in the distance. Passing the celebrated Willow Springs, and ascending a steep hill two and a half miles in length, we obtained a splendid view of the rugged, corrugated country over which we had passed, as well as of a fine stretch of tableland in front of us to which we had just ascended. The Sweet Water Mountains were now very distinct, and looking southward a few miles we had no difficulty in tracing the point whence the North Platte turns from the south northwardly, before it makes its first great bend towards the east. On every side of us were points still covered with snow, alternating with patches of grass clothed in the most beautiful green. The sky was partially obscured by clouds at the time, upon which the setting sun painted rainbow hues, while hill, valley and mountain were arrayed in alternate smiles and frowns as warm rays of the day-god fell upon them, or they were covered by the dark shadows of the overhanging vapors. The scene was magnificent beyond description, and I wondered not, as I gazed upon it, that Col. SMITH’S command halted here by a common impulse during the weary march of last year, and gave vent to their enthusiasm in a hearty round of cheers. The Sweet Water are the first of the successive ranges commonly known as the Rocky Mountains. We crossed the Sweet Water River by bridge on the 23d, just in sight of Independence Rock, a great stone mountain, utterly destitute of verdure, noticed by Col. FREMONT in his explorations. We now fairly entered the Rocky Mountain region, our road lying in the vally of the Sweet Water, with the Sweet Water Mountains lying at our left and the Rattlesnake Mountains upon our right. Five miles west of the bridge is the Devil’s Gate, a singular cleft in the rock, through which the river wends its way in preference to passing around the acclivity and pursuing the level valley. The walls of the gate, rise, I should judge some two hundred feet perpendicularly. It is said, I know not how truly, that there is an extensive cave in the rocks here, the entrance to which is on the top; and there is an Indian tradition that a band who were hotly pursued by their enemies in this neigh-borhood once, concealed themselves and horses in the cave so securely that their biding-place was never suspected. I had not the time necessary to climb the rocks and hunt for the cave, but the geological evi-dences of volcanic action are abundant at this point and I should not be surprised if the cavern should prove to be the bed of a long extinct crater. The old Mormon emigrant station here is deserted and in ruins. Rising by gentle ascents to successive steppes, so easily overcome that one can hardly realize the alti-tude to which he has attained, we came to the Three Crossings, a narrow ravine walled in by rocks, where the Sweet Water is crossed three times within half a mile. And now appear to us the Wind River Moun-tains, with Fremont's Peak glistening in the noonday sun at least 200 miles off-the grandest of them all. Not far from the Three Crossings, white wandering through the sage-bush, I came upon a grave, sur-rounded by sad evidences of desecration. The road over which we had traveled is marked all along by the lonely graves of those who fell asleep by the way. Too often the wolves rob them of their occupants, destroying all trace of the form which was buried with tearful tenderness. Indeed, unless a collection of stones is heaped upon the grave, it is almost cer-tain to be violated by the wolves; and as anything larger than a pebble cannot be found in portions of the road, that safeguard is often impossible to secure. The one which we passed to-day was that of a young woman, as we discovered by the rude head-board con-taining her epitaph, written upon it in red chalk. The grave was open, and all that remained of its former tenant was here and there a human bone scattered about in the surrounding sage-bush. In another place lay the bonnet of the poor unfortunate, and not far distant a luxuriant braid of dark brown hair. The name was English, and the fabric of some scattered fragments of the clothing of the deceased was evidently English. There is little doubt that she was one of a company of Mormon emigrants who fell asleep here while on her way to Zion, fortunate in finding a grave even in this desolate spot rather than live to suffer the living death to which Mormon tyranny would soon have subjected every pure and holy aspiration. We camped for supper on the evening of the 24th by the side of a hot sulphur spring, which boils up just at the edge of the road, its peculiar odor filling the surrounding air, and its medicinai deposits mark-ing the banks of the rivulet flowing therefrom. Hear-ing that there was another and larger warm spring at a little distance, well adapted to the purpose of a bath, I proceeded thither. The water was beautiful-ly clear and comfortably warm after flowing 12 or 15 feet, from the jet which delivered it to the surface, but my anticipations of the bath were rudely dispelled by scores of lively black leeches, whose extensive possession right to the place I had no ambition to dis-pute. These springs are situated on what is known as Semeno's Cut-off, a longer road than the old one, but one which avoids repeated crossings of the river. The next day brought us to the Rocky Ridge—a succession of strong ridges, being, in fact, a spur of the Wind River Mountains. A few miles further we entered the great South Pass—that remarkable de-pression by which the Rocky Mountains are so easily overcome. Our road had now reached the greatest altitude, if I remember aright; but at no point could we realize that we were climbing the Mountains, so gradual and easy had been the ascent. Standing on the very crown of the Pass, there were no steep ac-clivities upon our road in either direction, no narrow precipitous gorges, nor lofty cliffs on either hand. We had traveled along the water-courses of the Mis-souri nearly all the way, until we were enabled to look out upon the Pacific slope and see where, scarce a mile or two from the head waters of that great stream, the Colorado of the West first gushes from the mountain sides, Nothing can be clearer to the traveler over this route than that the Pacific Railroad may be run upon it with perfect ease. Indeed, there is no continuous road of eleven hundred miles in the States, except upon the flat prairies, in which en-gineering difficulties have not been overcome ten times greater than are presented by the route from St. Joseph to Fort Bridger. True, the snows in the Pass are frequent and heavy—but the universal tes-timony is, that it does not lie long at a time, and may readily be cleared from the track by an ordinary company of railroad laborers. Soon as we got beyond the crest of the South Pass, and found the Wind River Mountains at our base, the weather which, for a day or two, had been cold and disagreeable, became warmer and pleasant. A little west of the crest we found Pacific Springs, the prime head of the Colorado. It is in this neigh-borhood, you will remember, that the Colorado, Co-lumbia and Missouri Rivers—streams which drain a whole Continent—take their rise, all within a short distance of each other. The road through the Pass is smooth and hard as the best Macadam turnpike, and might be driven over in the frailest buggy, with highest speed and perfect safety. Except that the Wind River Mountains, with Fremont's Peak rising over 14,000 feet above the sea, are so plainly visible to the east of us, we should find it difficult to believe that the dreaded Rocky Mountains are really passed. Early on the morning of the 26th, a little beyond a great bend of the Sandy, we came across the black-ened ruins of one of the wagon trains burned by the Mormons last Fall, with the diabolical purpose of occasioning a famine in Camp Scott. The wagons had been drawn up on each side of the road in semi-circles and there fired. The iron-work is all that re-mains of them. The other two trains were burned within pistol-shot of Baptiste's trading post on Green River, only 50 miles from this camp. The spot where the train on the Sandy was burned is in Oregon, a corner of which Territory we crossed on the 26th. The total cost of the trains destroyed at the time of their destruction could not be far short of a million of dollars, but their value, in view of the disastrous consequences their loss was calculated and intended to entail upon the Army, cannot be estimated. The President, nevertheless, has pardoned the crime, al-though the criminals still justify and glory in their iniquity. We crossed Ham's Fork next morning, meeting here a detachment of troops under command of Lieut. CLINTON, of the 10th Infantry, engaged in throwing abridge across the stream to facilitate the trains soon expected to arrive. This work has since been completed, and the constructing party have re-turned to camp. We forded Green River the same day, and about midnight of the 27th arrived in camp, as already related in my last. The roads for most of the distance traveled are very fine in good weather, and as plainly marked as the carriage-ways of New-York. We had a great deal of rainy weather on our trip, with excessively cold nights, but, on the whole, I think we rather enjoyed its excitements and dis-comforts. Certain it is that your correspondent somewhat worn down by his Winter duties at Washington, found, upon the trip across the Plains an appetite fit for a blacksmith, and restored health and energy amply compensating him for the comforts of civilization left behind. S. CAMP SCOTT, NEAR BRIDGER'S FORT. Utah Territory, Saturday, June 5, 1857. Messrs. MCCULLOCH and POWELL, the Utah Peace Commissioners, arrived at this Camp on the 29th ult., some hours after the departure of the mail of that date, and were received by Gen. JOHNSTON, and the officers generally, with much cordiality. Although, as I have heretofore suggested, the President's Proc-lamation is far from popular in the Army, a very general feeling of confidence was expressed from the beginning that the Commissioners would give it an interpretation which should satisfy the people of Salt Lake Valley that they had nothing to hope but the sword unless they shall at once yield implicit obedience to the law. The sentiments of these gen-tlemen, frankly expressed whenever occasion offered, confirmed the conviction that in their hands the flag of the Union was not likely to suffer any degrada-tion. After due inquiry, they fully sustain and ap-prove the policy pursued by General JOHNSTON and Judge ECKEL, believing that the firm, strong hand, alone, can successfully grapple with the rampant treason which has taken possession of BRIGHAM YOUNG and his deluded followers. Major MCCUL-LOCH has a reputation as a man of practical common sense, with abundance of nerve and decision Gov. POWELL, Senator-elect from Kentucky, seems to be a good specimen of the genial gentlemen and able jurist, arid an energetic, determined man, in all emergencies. It is now well understood in Camp that they intend simply to present the President's Proclamation, enforcing it with appeals to their loyal-ty, telling them at the same time, of the enormity of their crime against the Government, and assuring them of severest retribution if they shall now reject the free pardon tendered them by Mr. BUCHANAN, It is believed that they will accept no half-way penitence and reform, but will exact full, free and uncondi-tional submission to the Federal authority. It is now ascertained beyond doubt that they have no authority, as they have no disposition, to prevent the Army from pursuing its march into the Valley, and they say that the entrance of the Army is a sine qua non, and will not be yielded upon any consideration. The Commissioners were serenaded the evening after their arrival, by the excellent band of the 10th Infantry, and on Monday following a dress parade and review of the troops was ordered in their honor. Major MCCULLOCH, unfortunately, had a slight attack of fever, consequent, doubtless, upon his exposures during the journey hither. He was much better, however, on Wednesday, the 2d inst., when the Com-missioners started for Salt Lake City, accompanied by their escort of six men, who came with them from Leavenworth, and Mr. B. F. FICKLIN, an employee of the Camp, who on various occasions has proved his intelligence and skill in extraordinary services not strictly military in their character. Gov. CUM-MING was to have accompanied them, but after the Commissioners bad got fairly on the road, found him-self unable to follow them until twenty hours liter. Mr. MORRELL, of New-York, Postmaster at Salt Lake, also accompanied them. Mr. M. was appointed months ago to succeed the Mormon Postmaster at that place, who, however, refused to acknowledge a successor, and retained possession of the office and the keys. Under these circumstances General JOHNTSON ordered the Salt Lake mails to be detained at Camp Scott, where Mr. MORRELL opened his office in due form, under a Sibley tent. Meantime the mail for the "Saints" has been accumulating here, to the extent of a couple of large wagon loads. After his return from the city, Gov. CUMMING decided that the back mail should be sent in, and Mr. MORELL accord-ingly has gone on with it, in accordance with the re-quest contained in the following letter: CAMP SCOTT, U. T., May 31, 1858. H. F. MORRELL, Postmater,-Sir: Deeming it con-ducive to the best interests of the Government, and consistent with my instructions, that the people of the Territory of Utah should receive the mail in your possession, which was detained at this point by order of Brevet Brigadier A. S. JOHNSTON, commanding army of Utah, I request that you remit the same im-mediately to Salt Lake City, and I guarantee its safe delivery at that point to yourself or your legally au-thorized agent, and also its safety and protection after its arrival at that place. Respectfully, A. CUMMING, Governor Utah Territory. CAMP SCOTT U. T., May 31, 1858. From the assurances made by His Excellency Governor CUMMING, that the mails would not be mo-lested en route from this encampment to Great Salt Lake City, we believe it would promote the public interest if the mails that have accumulated at this place were carried to that city. A. S. JOHNSTON, Brevet Brig.-Gen. and Col. 1st Cavalry.
L. W. POWELL,
BEN. MCCULLOCH, Commissioners to Utah.
Postmaster MORRELL is a faithful, fearless officer, and, although the Mormons hate him intensely, and have threatened his life, did not hesitate to go in with the Commissioners, intending again to demand pos-session of the Post-Office. If this is still refused, he will, of course, retain the mail in his possession un-less it is taken from him by force. Meantime, in compliance with the recommendation of both the military and civil authorities, he has left a deputy in charge of the Office here, so that the mail for the Camp may be promptly delivered until the army gets into Salt Lake City. The Commissioner; will prob-ably reach their destination by the 6th inst., and it is hoped that not more than three or four days will elapse after that before they are prepared to send Mr. FICKLIN back with intelligence of the result of their mission. A Mormon who arrived here from the val-ley two days ago, told me that BRIGHAM was awaiting their arrival, and that W. R. STAINS, a leading Mor-mon, and - CANNON, were fitting up a hotel for their reception.
Governor CUMMING started on his return to Salt Lake City on the 3d inst., accompanied by his wife, and taking with him his furniture, &c., with the ex-pectation of remaining there permanently, in the as-sumption and execution of the duties of the Guber-natorial office. He was accompanied also by Dr. JA-COB FORNEY, Superintendent of Indian affairs, who goes to the Indian Farm south of the city, and by DAVID A. BURR, son of the late Surveyor-General of the Territory, who goes in, at the Governor's re-quest, to deliver up the books and papers of the Surveyor's Office. The correspondents of the New-York Press were anxious to accompany the civil officers on their journey, in order to report the in-teresting incidents anticipated to follow its conclu-sion. As Gov. CUMMING, in an official letter, had declared the road open, and that his efforts had made it free to all, we did not anticipate the least objection at this end of it, although, perhaps not altogether sanguine that BRIGHAM'S guard at the Cañons would let us pass unchallenged, or that our throats would be altogether safe after our arrival in the city,—for we remembered that the Saints had uttered various threats against the Gentile Press, and those who, through its agency, had spread the knowledge of their misdeeds before the world. The Commission-ers promptly acquiesced in our proposition, express-ing their entire readiness to give us their escort and protection, as American citizens, having the right to traverse American soil anywhere in the legitimate pursuit of our profession, and in so far at least, enti-tled to the friendly countenance of every civil officer. But the Governor manifested the most decided hos-tility to the proposition. He did not forbid our jour-ney, but he assured us vehemently, that it would be very inexpedient, and tend greatly to embarrass the civil officers just at this time. At the same time, he remarked that the road was open to us, and that every man had the right to carry his scalp wherever he chose,—accompanying the suggestion with an in-timation, that if we should attempt to proceed we would be turned back from the Cañons, where, it will be remembered, His Excellency has a Mormon military guard stationed. We were already aware that this guard undertook to stop American citizens on the highway, when leaving the Valley, but this was the first intimation that the Governor's posse adjudged who should proceed in the other direction and who should be turned back.
The Governor's conduct certainly is very incon-sistent with his repeated declaration that he had set-tled the Mormon difficulty before the arrival of the Commissioners—a consummation already made the theme of a triumphant letter to the Interior Depart-ment, if I mistake not. If the difficulty was all ar-ranged, the Constitution and the Laws are again su-preme in the Territory, and there is no further ne-cessity for the Governor's exceeding caution. So, too, if there is nothing for the Commissioners to do upon their arrival, how can the Governor imagine that he or they are to be seriously embarrassed by the advent a-mong the Saints of three rather under-sized gentlemen of the Press armed with goosequills and writing fluid? Some other motive must influence the Governor's course, although it is possible, that he may not be aware of the fact. I understand that his former cowrie here has been somewhat severely criticized by the Press, and it is not improbable that anticipation of embarrassment arises from an undis-guised dread of true criticisms. Certainly no faithful and fearless public officer need flinch at whatever the Press may say of him. The corre-spondents, in deference to Governor CUMMING'S wishes, waived their right to go to the city. They have taken measures, however, which will probably secure to them early and accurate information of whatever publicly transpires thereupon the arrival of the civil officers. For the TIMES I have made a spe-cial arrangement, authorizing the most liberal ex-penditure necessary to secure for your readers a verbatim report of the speeches which will be made in the Tabernacle on both sides, upon occasion of the first public meeting of the Commissioners with the people, when the latter are offered the President's Proclamation and are emphatically called upon to say Yea or Nay—to accept peace or choose fearful war. If money can procure the services of a competent reporter—several of whom are in Salt Lake City—you will receive the proceedings in extenso in due time.
Governor CUMMING seems to be a man of cool de-termination and desirous of executive success; al-though his over confidence in himself appears to have led him into the serious error of exclusiveness, and a mysterious reserve from other officers of the Gov-ernment here, calculated seriously to impair their moral power as a whole. His conduct when in Salt Lake is said to have been perfectly fearless,—at least so far as his public conduct in the Tabernacle interview was concerned. Before the Gover-nor's arrival at the Tabernacle on that occasion, BRIGHAM YOUNG arose and asked if HOSEA STOUT and GILBERT CLEMENS, noted as two of the best talkers in "Zion," were present. STOUT was absent, but CLEMENS answered to the call, ad according to orders, went to the Vestry, where he met BRIGHAM, and received instructions directing him to reply to Gov. CUMMING'S speech, and suggesting the line of argument he should adopt. Herein you have a speci-men of the Jesuitical canting of Mormonism, by means of which the Heads of the Church usually cover their own deeds, working through ready in-struments, for whom, if necessary, they are enabled to disclaim any and all responsibility.
CLEMENS is said to be an Irishman, who has been a few years only in this country, nearly all of which time he has spent in the Valley. When the Gover-nor concluded his remarks, CLEMENS followed in a vehement and inflammatory harangue, in the course of which he made "our Pilgrim Fathers" suffer, bleed and die at a terrible rate, for rights which he maintained were now endeavored to be wrested from the people of Utah in defiance of the American Con-stitution. Essaying an argument at last, he asserted that in all other Territories the people were permit-ted to select and appoint their own officers, while, in the case of Utah the Federal Government attempted to force upon the people a set of officials not of their choice, but notoriously offensive to them. “Stop! Sir!" boldly interposed Gov. CUMMING, "Stop! Sir! You either are totally ignorant of what you are talk-ing about, or are purposely attempting to deceive and mislead this people." Amid a great deal of excitement the Governor then pro-ceeded to explain to the people that the Executive and Judicial officers of every Territory are appointed by the President of the United States, and that in this respect, as in all others, Utah was treated pre-cisely as every other Territory of the United States was, or had been. CLEMENS proceeded, but again attempted his misrepresentations, being each time interrupted by the Governor, who compelled him to keep to the truth, thus quite destroying the effect of his argument. On another occasion, CLEMENS referred to the Governor as Mr. CUMMING, and was again checked by the other, who insisted upon being acknowledged and addressed only as “Governor."
There can be no doubt that many attempts were made to intimidate the Governor, his friends claim without effect. Upon one occasion, grave men of mature years told him in the open street, in all sober-ness of word and manner, that they would have no hesitation in cutting his throat, deeming it God-ser-vice. The Governor gave them notice in reply, that if be should be attacked, there certainly would be shooting or cutting on both sides,—and that, although they might kill an old man like himself, his death would not end the matter,—that there would be others to come after him, to fill his place, and to keep coming, until the question of the relative power and resources of the United States and the people of Salt Lake Valley should be settled by the absolute submission of one or the other party.
From the Mormon emigrants whose arrival here from the Valley I noticed in my last, we have addi-tional evidence of the fact that the Governor was continually under espionage while among the Mor-mons. Upon his arrival in the city, he was quar-tered immediately at the house of W. C. STEARNS, one of the most reliable of "the faithful," and upon the same day, three other men high in the confidence of the Church, took up their residence in the same family, ostensibly as boarders, but in reality in order to spy out the Governor's movements, and keep away from him persons whom it was not deemed prudent to permit to communicate with him.
One of the difficulties with which the Governor had to contend was that of jadging accurately the de-gree of sincerity of those who visited him. Men who stand high in the church, and upon whom no suspicion of lukewarmness in its service has fallen could have free access to the Governor,—and I un-derstand that some of these informed him, with an air of apparent honesty at least, that they were tired of BBIGHAM'S tyranny, and, with one-half the people of the valley, were ready to revolt against it so soon as it could be done with safety. If I mistake not, the notorious ORSON HYDE is one of these. When per-sons called upon the Governor to claim his protection in accordance with BRIGHAM'S promise that all who desired should be permitted to leave the Territory, he asked them among other questions whether they had any oppressions to complain of. Feeling the Danite's knife at their throats many of them answered no, though they gladly availed them-selves of the opportunity to abandon all their worldly possessions, and start out upon a journey of 1,200 miles across the wilderness to the States. Upon their arrival here most of them found freedom for their tongues, and were loud in their denunciations of the Theocracy from which they so gladly embraced the opportunity to escape. Governor CUMMING practi-cally was powerless to protect them where he found them. This he confessed to many who went east with great reluctance, leaving their farms and the homes which they had acquired by long years of stinting industry.
The Governor is firmly of opinion that the Mor-mons will lay their city waste if the army enters. He states that he saw many dwellings against which piles of combustibles had already been placed by their owners, who seemed impatient for the word of their Prophet directing them to light up the flame which should sacrifice their property upon the altar of re-ligious fanaticism. The photographers were reaping a rich harvest in taking pictures of numerous habita-tions, whose owners manifested their love of the homes they were prepared to lay in ashes, by thus preserving their shadows as souvenirs when the origi-nals shall have been destroyed. The fanaticism of the undoubting victims of the Mormon delusion rivals that of the Hindoos who swing themselves in the air by iron hoops fastened in their flesh, or those who contend fiercely for the honor of being crushed be-neath the car of Juggernaut.
Opinions among seceding Mormons and others who have recently arrived from the valley differ widely as to the probable course which BRIGHAM will take. It is rumored, upon apparently good authority, that a Committee of "Saints," recently returned from an examination of Sonora, and the road thereto, report that it is inexpedient, at least at present, for the people to attempt to proceed thither. An old mountaineer is now in Camp, who left the Valley a fortnight ago, having been living all Winter with the Quartermaster of the Mormon Army. His name is pronounced RESEESE, but how spelled I would not undertake to say. He is a man of much experience in this region, and of sound practical judg-ment. His opinion is that the Mormons never have intended to move more than one or two hundred miles below Great Salt Lake City, unless pressed too closely by the officers of justice, when, with a small and chosen band, he would take refuge in the moun-tains. He says that their means of transportation are totally inadequate to a general movement of the peo-ple on a long journey,—and gives a touching picture of the distress of many of the people for want of suffi-cient clothing,—the war having driven away all the merchants, and prevented the importation into the Territory of the needed supplies of clothing fabrics.
BEN SIMONS, the Delaware Indian, who brings in occasional cargoes of butter, cheese and eggs from Salt Lake, arrived a day or two since. He is very shrewd and intelligent, and being neutral in the con-test, may be relied upon. He does not think the Mormons contemplate distant emigration at, pres-ent, He states that the Mormon troops are all disbanding and returning to their homes. RESEESE fully confirms the view of Mormon resources for war given by Mr. LOBA as set forth in my letter from Leavenworth City, of the 19th April last. He says they are without arms for a fourth of their able bodied men, and utterly devoid of mili-tary skill. The "special revelation" which Mr. LOBA predicted for BRIGHAM seems to have arrived, for I am told that not long since he told the people that it was revealed to him from on high that they had not been sufficiently faithful to entitle them to fight the battles of the Lord. It may be stated, as another evidence of the Prophet's shrewdness and cunning, that the originally ordered his followers to shed no blood in this contest, but to harass the gentiles by capturing their supplies and stampeding their animals. This policy was adopted doubtless in the anticipation that it would leave the road open wider for escape through len-iency in the event that the United States should not be out-bragged in the game which BRIGHAM opened, and has played so long and so ably.
Last year, when Messrs. GILBSET & GERRISH, mer-chants, were driven from Salt Lake Valley, they were compelled to leave there over six hundred head of horses and cattle, which they were not permitted to bring out. Early this Spring, Mr. GILBERT—whose well-known generosity had made him a favorite with all with whom superstitious fanaticism was not the paramount idea—ventured into the Valley by the way of California, with the view of endeavoring to bring his cattle out to the camp. His efforts failed, and he left the city on the 7th of April, his own life having been repeatedly threatened meanwhile. A day or two since an express arrived here announc-ing that about 120 head of his cattle were on the way out here,—a significant indication, perhaps, that BRIGHAM has really determined to bring the contest to a peaceful termination. On the other hand, sim-ultaneously almost with this express, word came out here secretly to a merchant who is waiting in camp with a stock of goods for the Valley, warning him against being deceived by appearances, and caution-ing him not to bring in his stock at present. The weight of evidence, however, indicates a disposition on BRIGHAM'S part to cave in, theoretically at least, for the present, whatever he may be disposed to do after the crops shall have been gathered, and the troops are lulled into security. I omitted to state above that Mr. GILBERT'S herders sent two of their number into camp in advance, to ascertain, whether they were in danger of arrest for treason, before they would venture in.
One encampment of Mormon emigrants broke up several days ago, and most of the company have pro-ceeded upon their journey towards the East, although several of the most enterprising and intelligent of them have determined to remain here and return to the city under the protection of the army. Among the latter are Mr. and Mrs. SUTHERLAND, formerly of England. Mrs. S. is the daughter of Mr. REDDING, the English author, and a lady of education and re-finement. Becoming a convert to Mormonism, she abandoned her home and country, and went to Salt Lake, full of faith that it was the true believer's Mec-ca. Upon her arrival, HEBER C. KIMBALL, YOUNG and others of the heads of the Church, endeavored, without success, to add her to their stock of spiritu-als. By dint of care and determination, she es-caped their polluting hands, and finally married Mr. SUTHERLAND, an humble but more honest man, who was content to live with one wife at a time. They both profess to have renounced Mormonism, having tasted deeply of its fruits. Mrs. S. says it was Mrs. COBB, formerly of Massachusetts, who, when Gover-nor CUMMING addressed the people in the Taber-nacle, arose and said that so far as she knew, there was no suffering among the sisters, but all were sat-isfied with their condition and prospects. This statement, coming from a lady of Mrs. COBB'S intelli-ligence and education, was peculiarly shocking to Mrs. S., who says that Mrs. C. could not be ignorant of the utter falsity of her own assertion. She states that Mrs. COBB is an infatuated enthusiast.
Another of the Mormon emigrants now here is Mrs. LANDON, whose husband so miraculously es-caped Danite vengeance a few months ago, by jump-ing, half clad, from a back window of his dwelling in the night time, and concealing himself among friends until he found means of getting to California. We have also here, a family by the name of YANCEY, who emigrated to this Valley several years ago, from Southern Illinois, although originally from Middle Tennessee. Old HIRAM YANCEY, the father of the family, before he became a convert to Mormonism, was a Campbellite Baptist preacher. It was his de-sire to go to California, but that BRIGHAM would not permit, and he was compelled to come out in this di-rection, Gov. CUMMING'S power being quite insuffi-cient to open the road towards the Pacific. Mr. YANCEY has a son with him who left behind his wife and child. His wife-the daughter of a Mormon standing high in the councils of the Church—parted from her
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young husband with bitter tears; but she was assured that the only hope of salvation for herself or him lay in crucifying the holiest affections and clinging to the Church, which bade her renounce the father of her child. Overcome by such arguments as these, which, to her beclouded mind seemed the voice of inspira-tion, she bade him adieu, and passed on the weary journey to the Southward. Mr. YANCEY expresses the hope that when the scales shall have fallen from her eyes, he will be able to reclaim mother and child—a consummation to which he seems to look forward with lively anticipations.
As a specimen of the discipline by which the Church keeps it members in slavish subjection, the elder Mr. YANCEY cites a sermon which he heard preached by BRIGHAM last Spring, wherein he told the Bishops that they must take in hand the apostates and those who desire to leave the Valley for California, and put them to work. If that did not make them quiet and contented, he directed them to put judgment to the line and justice to the plummet—a phrase well understood to authorize the assassination of the of-fenders—to “save" them from spiritual death. The Golden Rule, Mr. YANCEY states, is frequently held up by BRIGHAM as an important article of faith—but he urges that the true interpretation of the phrase "do unto others as you would that they should do unto you," makes it a simple injunction upon the faithful, when he sees a brother about to apostatize or do anything else which will damn him, to cut his throat at once, spill his blood upon the ground, in atonement for his sins, and thus save him from eter-nal death. It is this doctrine which so often fits Mor-mon hands for deeds of blood.
A Mr. BIGSON and his wife are also among the Mor-mon refugees who remain in camp. Mr. B. is a painter, and has labored industriously for a year or two in the Valley without being permitted to bring out with him any of the proceeds of his industry. He will probably return with the army. Mr. BOVIER, who went to Salt Lake City last week with an express from the Government, has not yet returned. He was compelled to flee from the Valley last year at the same time with General BURR. His wife, to whom he was tenderly attached, was not permitted to fol-low him. Being unable to hear from her, and almost distracted in regard to her fate, he sought the oppor-tunity of carrying in an express in the vague hope of being able to hear something of her, well knowing at the same time that he did so at the risk of his life. But time and space fail me, and I cease these cita-tions of the wicked and cruel operations of Mormon fanaticism.
It will be remembered that, some time last Fall, one WM. STOWELL was arrested while prowling about the camp, and that upon his person were found pa-pers convicting him, beyond all peradventure, of high treason. He has been kept in close confinement during the Winter and Spring, awaiting trial upon an indictment found against him by the Grand Jury. It became evident, however, that he was a simple-minded fellow, who truly said that he had no idea of the enormity of his offence, but supposed that in obeying BRIGHAM'S orders he was obeying the law. As the Mormons took a good deal of interest in his case, and were solicitous in regard to his fate, it was deemed desirable that he should be released and sent into the city with the civil authorities, as an earnest of the good faith in which the President's proclama-tion of pardon is to be observed. Accordingly, at the suggestion of Judge ECKELS, his counsel sued out a writ of habeas corpus, setting forth the facts. The prisoner was brought before the Judge, at Chambers, and his discharge was moved, upon the ground that he accepted the conditions of the President's offer of pardon, and was entitled, therefore, to its benefits. The motion for his release was opposed, of course, by the Attorney for the People; but the Judge dis-charged the prisoner with some good advice, which he appeared to appreciate. He started with Gov. CUMMING for the city, where he has, or had, three Wives, with whom BILL is said to be a decided fa-vorite. There is now only one prisoner in camp—THOMPSON, a villainous-looking wretch, who will probably be compelled to work his way out of limbo without outside aid.
Nothing of startling interest has transpired in the army since my last. Every officer and man is anx-iously awaiting the order to advance upon Salt Lake. Capt. LEVALL'S supply train arrived in camp on the 31st, whereupon the reduced rations of flour, rice and sundry other articles, were increased somewhat, greatly to the joy of the men. During all the priva-tions of the Winter, when living on short rations, and dragging wood wagons by hand through snow and ice thirteen miles at a trip, the men never seem to have thought of grumbling at their officers or the Govern-ment which they served; but Brother BRIGHAM was cursed loud and deep, the anathema usually being ac-companied by a solemn asseveration that he should be made to pay handsomely for it all in due time.
An express arrived here yesterday, announcing the safe arrival of Capt. MAURY near Green River, with the animals purchased in New-Mexico, and accom-panied by about 300 of the Third Infantry and one company of Mounted Rifles, in command of Colonel LORING. They will doubtless arrive at this camp in the course of to day. JIM GOODALL, the guide, had gone around by the way of Laramie, with an im-mense flock of sheep designed for the use of the army.
Colonel HOFFMAN'S supply trains have also been heard from at Green River, and will all be here by the 8th or 10th inst. When these have all arrived, Gen. JOHNSTON is ready to move at once, and will probably do so on or about the 15th inst., as his orders are to advance; and there is no good reason why he should await advices from the civil authorities ere proceeding. Indeed, even Governor CUMMING who would exclude the army from the Valley of Salt Lake if he could, desires it to take its position upon the Weber River, about 35 miles from the city, where its services could be readily availed of if required. There is scarce a doubt at present that the 15th will find us in motion, and perhaps the 12th or 13th. Un-less there should arise some unexpected reason for making forced marches, about six or seven days will be consumed in the journey into the valley.
The little army is in fine spirits, and ready for whatever duty awaits it. The good order of the camp is theme of general remark; for while we have a canvas town here of some 1,800 souls, it is quiet and peaceable at all hours, as a New-England village. A Brigade Guard of about 200 men is mounted each morning, and a dress-parade is had every pleasant afternoon. The Tenth Infantry is now all in camp, and for the first time since it was organized paraded all together on the evening of the 2d inst. It is no disparagement to other Regiments to say that the Tenth is the finest I have ever seen in the service, manifesting a perfection in military evo-lutions rarely attained and not to be surpassed. Its officers are justly proud of their success.
The return of Captain MARCY awakens sad remem-brance of Sergeant WILLIAM H. MORTON, of Lieuten-ant DUDLEY'S Company of the 10th Infantry, a brave and worthy man, who froze to death while struggling with MARCY'S command in the mountains, which so nearly became their tomb. Lieutenant DUDLEY has in his possession the daguerreotypes of two young sisters of deceased, to whom he would send particu-lars in relation to his loss, if he knew where to ad-dress them. MORTON was an intelligent man, having the appearance of one who had filled some higher sphere than that of the common soldier.
We have had some excitement in Camp of late, growing out of difficulty between the Quartermaster's Department and a large number of teamsters whose terms of service expired on the 1st June. These agreed to strike for an advance of wages to sixty dol-lars per month, and as that demand was promptly rejected, they refused to renew their engagements. The Government, in engaging them, had agreed to fur-nish them transportation back to Leavenworth, and rations while on the road; but as the supplies of provisions were short, General JOHNSTON directed that no rations be issued to them for use outside he Camp, at present, which, of course, compelled them to remain here until additional supplies arrived. The army needs the service of many of them, but they are now being started upon the road as rapidly as trains can be provided for them.
I cannot close my notice of army items, without acknowledging the generous cordiality with which your correspondent has been received by the officers of the Army here, many of whom have been lavish in their efforts to secure to me whatever creature comforts or facilities for the discharge of my duties here, life in camp could afford. Immediately after my arrival, Capt. J. W. PHELPS, of the Fourth Ar-tillery, pitched a spare Sibley tent for the use of a brother Knight of the quill and myself, where we are most comfortably quartered, but I must reserve for a future occasion any further description of a corres-pendent's life in Camp.
I did intend to give your readers a description of the Mormon ceremony of conferring endowments, to-gether with the grips, pass-words, &c., which have been made known to a number of us by some of the recent seceders; but I find that such description has already been very accurately given in HYDE'S expose of Mormonism, to which the curious may refer, and learn how entirely the dupes of this strange "faith" yield up their free agency, and consent to become the merest passive instruments in the hands of designing men. S.
