Correspondence of the New-York Times.
GREAT SALT LAKE CITY, U.T., Tuesday, April 10, 1860.
The breach between the Federal Judiciary and the Mormons is daily growing wider. A few days since Chief Justice ECKELS, upon a petition for kabeas corpus, released five prisoners that were confined in the Penitentiary by authority of a mittimus from the Probate Court for the County of Great Salt Lake, and consequently the Mountaineer, the temporal organ of the Saints, in its last issue, abuses him with all the bitterness that a malevolent spirit and a devilish disposition could pour forth, calling him "the great ermined impediment to the execution of the laws," "the protector of thieves," &c. And as this rant may possibly mislead some of those who are unacquainted with Mormon deceit and Mormon impudence, I will enter into a brief explanation, even at the risk of tiring both you and your readers.
The Territorial Legislature, by an Act approved Feb. 4, 1852, gave to the Probate Courts of the Territory the power to exercise "original jurisdiction, both civil and criminal, and as well in chancery as at common law." As the Judges of these Courts are appointed by the Legislature, and perhaps at the behest of BRIGHAM YOUNG, these extraordinary powers were granted them that they might be used in white washing Mormon criminals, and robbing Gentiles and emigrants of their property under the forms of law. The act of Congress organizing the Territory, provides that "the legislative power of the said Territory shall extend to all rightful subjects of legislation, consistent with the Constitution of the United States, and the provisions of this act." It has been repeatedly decided by the Federal Judges that the granting this extended jurisdiction to the Probate Courts was inconsistent with the provisions of the Organic Act, as it expressly says the District Courts respectively shall possess common law and chancery jurisdiction, and expressly granting it to them is held to be a virtual denial to all others. Yet, notwithstanding all this, the Mormons are determined to force this Court upon the people, and to that end the Legislature has never appropriated one dollar toward defraying the expenses of the District Courts, and of course, having no money, they cannot arrest nor detain persons charged with crime, and this is the precise condition that BRIGHAM and his myrmidons intended to place them in. Meanwhile, the Probate Courts arrest whomsoever they will, and with scarcely the formality of a trial, confine them in the Penitentiary, and the prisoners then petition Judge ECKELS for a writ of habeas corpus, which he is bound by statute to grant under penalty of a heavy fine, and when they are brought before him, finding that they are detained by authority of a Probate Court, he, of course, releases them, and thereupon the Mormons raise the hypocritical cry that he is preventing crime from being punished, &c., whereas they never intended to punish criminals, except that they could pounce upon some defenceless person whom they could rob of a large amount of property; for when a warrant is issued for the arrest of any one, the officer is also commanded to take into his custody all of the defendant's property, and what becomes of it after that, I have no doubt BRIGHAM knows. The whole thing is gotten up for effect in the States. They confine men in the Penitentiary knowing that it is illegal, and that they will be released, so that they will get credit for attempting to punish crime, while the Federal Judiciary, by releasing them, will receive nothing but odium. Their trick ought to be exposed. It will cost no more to have criminals punished by the District Courts, in regard to whose jurisdiction there can be no doubt, than by the Probate Courts. Then why do they not furnish these Courts with means? Is it not fair to presume they will when they really want criminals punished? In other parts of the United States, when a question is once solemnly decided by the constituted judicial tribunals, the people acquiesce; but here Courts and their decisions meet with no such respect, unless enforced at the point of the bayonet or the muzzle of the revolver. The Mormons trample upon them without the slightest regard. FRANK MCNIEL was once thus imprisoned, and last August, when he sued BRIGHAM YOUNG for the trespass and false imprisonment, he was shot down in the streets, and his murderer, to this day, has not even been arrested; and Judge Smith, who sentenced the five men before mentioned, told AL HUNTINGTON, one of the five, that "if ever he attempted to sue him it would be the last time that either he or his lawyer would look upon daylight."
It is said that Gov. CUMMING, in company with some Mormon friends, spent almost the whole of last Thursday night in preparing affidavits to send to Washington in regard to the release of the five prisoners above mentioned, strongly disapproving the Judge's decision, and asking for some kind of aid, but what kind he does not quite know himself. I would modestly suggest that if he had spent a few sleepless nights last Winter in trying to prevail upon the Legislature to pass an appropriation for the Courts, his time had been better employed, at least his exertions would have been quite as effective, and rather more consistent than his lamentations now are.
Two men were shot in Frogtown, adjacent to camp, last week, but neither are dead, though it is thought and generally hoped that one of them, FRANK GARVY, will die. The other one is called "Cub" JOHNSON -- he is only shot through the knee. If both die the community will sustain no great loss, for they are worthless fellows, and suspected for horse-stealing.
The troops are elated with the prospect of getting out of this benighted country, though all would be anxious to remain if they could get leave to punish the traitorous Mormons. This feeling is universal among them, and is incontestible evidence of the hostility of the Mormons to our Government; but as there is no hope of this during the present Administration, they don't want to remain.
The Pony Express from the West came in last Saturday midnight, being four days out from San Francisco; and from the East it came in at 5 P.M. on Monday last, being six days out from St. Joseph. It came in "on time" from both ways, and went on through like a flash. It is regarded by persons here who know what it is to cross these plains, as almost the greatest private enterprise of the age; and, knowing the energetic character of its originator, but little doubt is entertained of its making the entire trip in seven days, before the expiration of the Summer. This will be in round numbers 400 miles per day, and is far beyond a parallel in history. RICHARD.

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This was taken from testimony in a court case...


Q Do you recall, Mr. Kane, at what point Mr. Stanton
picked up his survey line?
A No, I do not, except I think it was about two or
three days before we go into Lees Ferry; we were looking for
the point along there, I know, and stopping and looking to
find this point, and we finally found it, and carried the
survey on from there; it was below the San Juan.
Q Did you participate in the survey yourself?
A Yes, I carried a rod.
Q How large a place was Lees Ferry?
A Just a ranch house and a family there; there was a
man and his wives, and I think nine or ten children; and then
he had a man there named Al Huntington, that made his headquarters
there, and elderly man, I thought he was a very old
man, but I know now he was just a middle-aged man; and that


was all.


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This is a link to a story that talks about him being an interpreter and explorer (for pony express):


http://chroniclingamerica.loc.gov/lccn/sn85058130/1892-12-24/ed-2/seq-9/ocr.txt


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Interesting story about how they had a run-in with Indians during a hunting expedition from The Journal of Dr. Priddy Meeks::



So next morning we started to go over to the waters of Bear River and we struck the Emigration Road at the Cave-in-rock just in time to see The Twelve and their Company pass. So we passed on and happened to get in company with Dimick Huntington, Thomas Willis, Augustus Dodge and Al Huntington, who had come out to hunt. We all went on to the waters of Bear River and hunted until we were tired and made a pour out; game scarce and very wild but we all carried something home with us.
While there I went on foot and alone some distance from camp and the first thing I saw then was a parcel of Indians coming though a gap in the ridge as hard as their horses could go. Seemingly I did not like it but stopped still until they came up. They did not quite run over me but their looks and gestures were hostile. They halted and took a look at me and said something I did not understand. I eyed them closely and thought they were the two I had seen in the valley. I tried to make them understand that I was a Mormon and from the Valley and was hunting antelope. After consultation they gave me to understand that I might hunt antelope. I do believe they intended killing me but the Lord changed their minds, so they did not harm me and I have always believed that I ought to have taken President Young’s counsel he gave me about Indians before I started. The way they approached me is the way they do when they intend killing a person. So when we came to Weber River on our way home, we had to swim it.
Here now was a dangerous job to get across, to sit on our horses and swim over not knowing whether our horses could swim or not, but it was all the chance. So we put in as high up as we could so as not to come out too low down the road slanting down the river which was in our favor. So we started in one at a time and all got through safe and the next day reached home alright. Now this whole trip was not characterized by the same feeling and everything else that the other three trips were, but the Lord preserved us and we all got home safely.
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An excerpt from "Forty YEars Among the Indians" by Daniel W. Jones:



While in Manti, during the winter, I boarded with Father Isaac Morley. During the winter I made the acquaintance of Dimick B. Huntington. He told me about the iBook of Mormon, its relationship to the Indians, etc. It seemed natural to me to believe it. I cannot remember ever questioning in my mind the truthfulness of the Book of Mormon, or that Joseph Smith was a prophet. The question was: Are the Mormons sincere, and can I be one? I heard a great many hard remarks about the Missourians, and being one myself, I felt to resent the wholesale accusations made against them. 


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During the war with the Indians numbers of them were killed and wounded. About the year 1868 or 1869 there was some little effort made to bring about a peace. Brother D. B. Huntington had a talk with some in Thistle valley who wished peace, but many thefts and small raids were made after this, continuing from time to time. The Indians began to have a dread of some settlements as guards and patrols were out at times. One small party had stolen some stock from Provo valley. They were killing a beef, when they were surprised and all killed. 
The Indians acknowledged to me that they were afraid of Provo and Rhodes' valley people. 
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I went and talked with D. B. Huntington. He was pretty well posted on what I was doing and was in sympathy with me. He was a good interpreter and was not known by Mr. Dodge. Dimick went out and explained my situation to the Indians, that I had been forbidden by Mr. Dodge to visit them ; that I did not want them to resist but to listen to General Morrow and go back to the agency peaceably. The Indians met at Springville, where General Morrow listened to them. I was not present but kept track of all the moves. The Indians were perfectly willing now to return and made no offer of resistance. Several hundred sacks of flour as well as the beef cattle mentioned, were sent out. The Indians were now happy. So far my aims were accom- plished. Peace had been made and confirmed between the white people and hostile Utes. Government had taken notice of their condition, and provisions had been sent. All this had been done on the stir I had been the means of making. 
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I think Clark Allen Huntington's brother or son Lot was killed by Porter Rockwell