AFFAIRS IN UTAH.
Preparations for Accession to Mormondom-The Drama flourishes in the Territory—Bear-fights, Weather, &c.
Correspondence of the New-York Times:
GREAT SALT LAKE CITY.
Friday April 26 1861
The present has been an important and extremely busy week in Mormondom, particularly in this Holy City. About two hundred teams have been assembling here, prior to their departure for the Missouri River, to fetch the "faithful," who feel disposed to "flee from the wrath to come," in the shape of "wars and rumors of wars," both in the New and Old Worlds. The wagons in this great company appeared to be of the best description that could be found in the Territory. They seemed to be loaded with a large amount of flour, or provisions of some kind. The teams, instead of being but two yoke of oxen per wagon amounted to four and five yoke per wagon and in some instances more. Thus about two thousand head of Mormon cattle are at this moment on their way to the States, "with their faces thither-ward." They are the very best kind of work-cattle, too, being young, likely, and generally in good condition. It is certainly a remarkable evidence of the extent and power of BRIGHAM YOUNG'S influence among the people here, that such a number of well appointed teams should respond to his call. For, remember, it does not appear that there is any cash or indeed any other pay, by which teamsters are to be recompensed for their sacrifice. The farmers must certainly feel rather weak-handed in the fields and in the canons the coming Summer, through the abstraction of so much locomotive power. But then, perhaps, they will be allowed some "claim" on the labor of the brethren," when they arrive in the Fall, to finish up the harvest-work, and replenish the woodpile from the rugged canons.
The theatre continues to be filled to overflowing two nights per week, Wednesdays and Saturdays, at the uniform and invariable—"Admission, fifty cents" No boxes, no gallery, but all pit. "Still Waters Run Deep," " All that Glitters is not Gold," "The Secret Agent," "Luke the Laborer," "Domestic Economy," "Rough Diamond," "Teddy Roe," with occasional intervening "Comic Songs," are a fair sample of the bills of fare offered on the Salt Lake boards. SHAKESPEARE is altogether ignored. The bard of Avon must shine elsewhere; at least there appears very little chance for him to be interpreted here.
The “Deseret Dramatic Association" is wholly an amateur company, and seems to be composed principally of BRIGHAM'S employees and their relatives, and altogether of "Saints," rather a unique circumstance in histrionic annals. As may be expected, in the higher walks of the art the members of the Association exhibit few excellencies. The fair performers, ungallant, though it be to say it, are scarcely on a par with their co-players of the sterner sex. I have not seen the first good actress at Salt Lake. Softly, I may be an incompetent judge, but such is my humble opinion.
But the minor points, as a general thing, are well sustained. Low comedy is very creditably interpreted in the Social Hall. Here there is a gusto, a keen relish for the parts, and a thorough realization of the spirit of the play, not always universal on stages where "stars" are wont to shine.
A certain New-York newspaper, some time back, took a telescopic view of the newspaperial future, when telegrams and advertisements would be the sole contents of the daily sheet, to say nothing of the hebdomanals. That time must be near at hand, at least it cannot be far ahead of the preheat Salt Lake papers, for they consider it necessary, or, any way, advisable, to apologize for the monopoly which "Pony" has obtained in their pages. The Mountaineer can only afford two columns of primer, mostly leaded, for local news and politics. The essasistic? procivities of the editor, observable in early days, are no match for the Pony's gallop, and have evidently gone under. So, unless that quadruped and the North and the South resolve to be a little more merciful, Utah folks will scarcely learn what is under way in their own territory, but will know Sumter and Pickens, and Charleston and Pensacola like a book.
A Mr. RHODES, who resides on his ranche in one of the elevated little valleys near the sources of the Weber, and the Provo Rivers, was out late y on horseback, and chancing to meet with a grizzly, he fired and wounded Bruin who, not relishing the salutation, made motions for a closer interview. Bad luck to the horse, he was so frightened that he stood stock still, and Master Grizzly, coming up, grabbed his tail. In a short time, the bear relaxing his grip, perhaps to take a more advantageous one, if possible, the horse concluded that it was high time to “put," which he did, at a 2:40 pace, leaving Bruin alone in his glory. Not definitively, though, for Mr. RHODES, having reloaded his rifle, returned to the encounter, and had the good fortune to see eight hundred pounds of fat bear beef effectually kiss the ground.
The weather the past week has been stormy at times—rain and snow falling, though not very much of either. Sharp frosts occur in the night. Currant trees are in full bloom, and peach trees are beginning to disclose their beauty. Garden vegetables grow very slowly, in consequence of the coldness of the weather. Grass is not much advanced.
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