noon
Again he misinterpreted me , but this time the other way , bowing like one who acknowledges a compliment ; and we came to Solomonsville in such peace that he would have been astonished at my private thoughts . For I had met no undisguised vagabond nor out-and-out tramp whom I did not prefer to Luke Jenks , vote-buyer and politician . With his catch-penny plausibility , his thin-spread good-fellowship , and his New York clothes , he mistook himself for a respectable man , and I was glad to be done with him . I could have reached Thomas that evening , but after our noon dinner let the stage go on , and delayed a night for the sake of seeing the Bishop hold service next day , which was Sunday , some few miles down the valley . I was curious to learn the Mormon ritual and what might be the doctrines that such a man as the Bishop would expound . It dashed me a little to find this would cost me forty-eight hours of Solomonsville , no Sunday stage running . But one friendly English-speaking family -- the town was chiefly Mexican -- made some of my hours pleasant , and others I spent in walking .