"LATTER-DAY SAINTS" WHO SIN AGAINST SOCIETY
_When I lie down I say when shall the night be gone, and I am
full of tossings to and fro unto the dawning of the day._--JOB 7:4.
AS Elizabeth Barrett Browning sang of Florence, so one may sing of
Salt Lake City. "Like a water lily resting on the bosom of a lake,"
so rests the lovely Zion, reposing in a valley of green fields, trees
and flowers and fruits, with placid lakes and flowing crystal streams;
surrounded by soft gray mountains, rugged, clear cut, grand, their
peaks covered with perpetual snow beneath whose surface lie untold
millions of precious metals.
Besides precious metals, Salt Lake City has coal, oil, and salt, and
an unsurpassed valley in agricultural fertility. Looking down upon the
metropolis of Utah, one might almost fancy it a great sleeping town
among its green trees, but I can assure you it is not so. Enter its
gate and you will find it a veritable beehive of commercial industry, a
city of a hundred thousand people, fast expanding, and becoming one of
the great railway centers of the Western empire,--a city calling for
the workers and many of them, for it is just the "hewers and drawers"
that Salt Lake needs and must have.
In Boston, I once stopped in Scolly Square and listened to a number
of Mormon missionaries expounding their doctrine. They were not, as
many might imagine, old men with long gray beards, but were young men
of perfect physical manliness, with the clear-cut eyes of those who
lead temperate lives. They talked of Moses and the prophets, and in
the midst of the talk, a well-dressed young man standing next to me
interrupted by crying out, "Don't talk to us of the Blessed in Heaven,
and those canonized by the church! Give us a little practical religion.
Tell us what privileges Salt Lake City offers to the man who is poor
because he must work with his hands. Has Salt Lake City abolished any
of the social evils that pauperize her people? Has she driven out the
corrupt political machine? Has she established a municipal building to
offer to temporarily homeless people shelter and food as a safeguard
against the jail? Has she created a public bath, an emergency hospital,
a free employment bureau? Tell us of a Christianity such as this, and
we will listen." The Mormon Elders seemed stunned into silence, and as
the young man turned to leave, he addressed me, saying: "My God! How
I suffered in that city! I am a printer by trade. I became destitute
looking for work while there and suffered not only from hunger and
exposure, but I was arrested and thrown into jail as a vagrant, simply
because I was homeless, helpless, and penniless!"
It was during the first week in November that I left for Zion. On my
journey I was obliged to stop over at a station called Green River,
about one hundred and fifty miles east of the city. The weather was
cold and raw, there was no fire in the station, and I felt extremely
uncomfortable.
In the distance a dim light was visible, and I started to find out
what it might offer of comfort, and possibly breakfast. On my way, I
encountered six young fellows just crawling out of a warehouse in which
was stored baled hay, on top of which they had been trying to rest.
They were all thinly clad; their teeth chattered with the cold, and
they shivered until their bones seemed to fairly rattle. They, too,
went with me to the light which revealed a cheap restaurant. It was
only a board shack but there was a stove in there touched with a deep,
ruddy glow, and hot coffee and rolls was to be had for ten cents, and
much more if one had the price.
[Illustration: _Municipal Lodging House, New York City
Physicians' Examination Room_]
[Illustration: _Municipal Lodging House, New York City
"Now for a good night's rest"_]
Seated at the table, one of the boys looked up to me and said, "Do you
know where a fellow can get a job around here?" He told me they had
been working just over the border in Colorado, in and around Grand
Junction and Delta in the fruit belt, for the past six weeks.
"I thought I had a place for the winter. A ranchman said he would keep
me at good wages, and I felt I was fixed, but the fellow who lived with
him last winter returned and he took him back. Us fellows are on our
way to Salt Lake City, but I am told just now that the harvest having
closed, the town is full of idle men looking for work, and I thought if
I could strike a job here I would stay."
"If you have been working steadily for six weeks in the fruit belt, I
presume you have plenty of money to tide you over, and you will soon be
in some place where you are needed?"
"No, we haven't, that is the trouble, and we must walk or beat our way
to Salt Lake, although we have been working every day possible. We were
paid two dollars a day. It cost us a dollar a day to live. We lost a
great many days by stormy weather. Peaches could be picked only at a
certain degree of ripeness, and often on pleasant days we would be
obliged to wait for the fruit to reach that state, to be accepted by
the packers. So we haven't much money left. Our clothes are worn out,
and must be replaced. You can easily see how necessary it is for us to
save the little left of our earnings."
I knew every word this boy was telling was true, for the Fall before, I
had picked fruit for two weeks near Grand Junction to satisfy myself
what it meant to toil in an orchard,--to see what it meant to the
orchard owner, and what it meant to the railroad in transporting that
fruit. Thus, I knew, from personal experience, that the worker who
garnered the harvest for the people, filled just as important a place
as the orchard owner or the railroad company.
"Last night," the boy continued, "I tell you we were tired and hungry
when we reached here. We walked twenty-five miles yesterday and each
of us fellows chipped in fifteen cents, and we bought three loaves of
bread, a piece of meat, some vegetables and coffee. We went down by the
railroad track just below town and made one of the finest 'Mulligans'
you ever saw. Didn't it smell good, that cooking 'Mulligan' and hot
coffee! And it was almost done when a fly cop of the railroad company
came along and shot our cans all full of holes and drove us away,
declaring we were camped on 'private property,' the right-of-way of
the railroad company. We were robbed with all the pitilessness that
would be shown a hardened criminal!" His face took on a look of fierce,
piercing hatred.
Those boys had been creating dividends for that railroad, and they knew
it; and every one of them should have received free transportation to
Denver, Salt Lake, or to some source of labor, instead of abuse and
persecution.
I looked out of the window and saw my train coming into the town, and
I ran to catch it, and left my little company of toilers waiting and
watching for an opportunity to beat their way on a freight to the "City
of Saints."
After reaching Salt Lake, I looked down, from the window of a
fashionable and exclusive hotel, in the heart of the beautiful city,
upon Salt Lake's shame,--down upon dens of vice and iniquity that would
put to shame many cities who boast of no moral standing whatever.
I found the boy's report was true. The city was filled with men idle
after the summer and autumn work, which the early coming winter and
sudden cold weather had closed down. I drifted around among these idle
men and talked to a great many. I found a vast number temporarily
homeless, and out of money, suffering. Why was it? Industry seemed
to be at its height, a great deal of building was going on; in fact,
there seemed to be work of every sort for everyone. The reason was very
evident. Employment could not be obtained at any of the employment
offices without money. It was the universal statement among the
homeless penniless men that not one employer would stake a man to live
until pay day.
In the evening I put on my worker's outfit, and set out to look for a
free bath and bed. I asked the first officer I met where the public
bath house was, as I was "broke." He looked at me in astonishment, and
then replied, "I'll tell you, Salt Lake is a little shy on free baths
just now. You might go down to the Jordan River, but it's pretty cold
this time of the year."
Then I began to look for a bed, and asked another policeman where the
City Lodging House was, as I was in need of shelter. He raised his hand
and pointed through the alley to a bright light, the City Jail. And so
in this city, amidst the "Latter-Day Saints," men are compelled to lose
their self-respect, and seek shelter in a vermin-infested city jail, or
else become a common "Moocher."
I did become a mendicant and went to the Y. M. C. A., but they could
do nothing for me. I was about to enter the Salvation Army, when the
lights went out and the place closed for the night.
I then joined a group of young fellows (who, by the way, had also come
from the Grand Junction fruit district), and I asked them, "Boys, if
you are busted, where are you going to sleep?" They answered, "In a
'side-door Pullman' in the railroad yards." Inviting myself, I said, "I
am with you."
These young men were all strong, healthy fellows, except one who
was slight and delicate, whose large eyes seemed to hold a strange,
intense light. There was the red glow of fever in his cheeks and when
he coughed I caught a glimpse of a crimson stain. One of his pals was
thoughtful of him that night. He had a little money and he slipped it
to the boy, who was sheltered from the first penetrating cold of the
early winter for one night at least, and had a warm supper, bed, and
breakfast.
Reaching the dark and gloomy railroad yard, we stealthily threaded
our way among the cars, fearful of arrest from the yard watchman,
looking for a car which possibly might contain some straw. Finally we
found one. The odor was that of a car in which hogs had recently been
shipped. Soon the half-starved, body-wearied boys were sound asleep,
but for me, sleep was impossible,--I was perishing with the cold. It
was a marvel how they could sleep at all. It was obvious that they
were suffering and only getting fitful snatches of sleep, which their
restlessness plainly showed. The only reason they really kept from
freezing was because they were huddled closely together. In a short
time I realized that my experience would be dangerous to health if I
remained longer, and I slipped out and away.
As I walked up that great long broad street of the city, I thought a
great deal about Salt Lake and its people. I wondered if there was any
deep moral, humanely reasoning love there. I wondered if its citizens'
love for their brothers in this great republic would much longer allow
those conditions to prevail. I wondered how they could be made to see
that they needed these itinerant workers for the upbuilding of their
city and the State, and if Salt Lake and Utah could be induced to do
their share toward offering these men a decent welcome and a refuge
until they could be placed at honest work.