There I saw a wagon which had just been driven into the grounds.

Two men were on the seat, the driver and another person, and seated on the floor of the wagon, with their backs toward me, were four women.

They wore no hats, as the day was balmy, and I noticed that one had flaxen, another brown, and the two others dark hair.

Seeing everything here with a Mormon colouring, I said, "This is a Mormon family.

The Mormon farmer has come to town to give his four wives a holiday." It reminded me of similar groups which I had seen in old Cairo, on Fridays, when the Mohammedan went with his wives in the donkey cart to the Mosque.