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CHAPTER I—Joel Rae, Lute Of th«
Holy Ghost, returns to Nauvoo to assist
la the migration of the remaining Mor
oroed to leave by the soldiers of
CHAPTER II—Rae has encounter in
dark with Luke Wright, who mistook htm
for one of the soldiers. From him Rae
learns of conditions in the city and gets
news of his sweetheart, Prudence Corson.
CHAPTER III—Rae meets his sweet
heart and Capt Glrnway of the soldiers
who Is in love with her and has pro
tected her and her family. The soldier
notifies Rae to be ready to move in the
CHAPTER IV—Prudence telis Rae of
her Intention not to go to the promised
land with the Mormons. She tells him of
Joseph Smith's proposal of polygamous
marriage to her, and her loss of belief in
his teachings.
CHAPTER V—Last of the Mormons
leave Nauvoo. Rae parts with his sweet
heart. Soldiers drown Rae's father at the
ferry landing. Rae hears of it after the
CHAPTER VI—Rae's mother dies on
the march, and he joins the Sons of Dan.
CHAPTER VII—The saints pass the
winter at Council Bluffs. Brlgham Young
preaches the doctrine of plural mar
riages to Rae, who is ordained an elder.
CHAPTER VIII—The march to the
promised land is begun through Nebraska.
CHAPTER IX—Miracles occur on the
march. The saints arrive at Fort Lara
CHAPTER X—From the tops of the
mountains the saints view their promised
CHAPTER XI—Rae witnesses a second
miracle. He meets Mara Cavan, who falls
in love with him.
CHAPTER XII—A failure of crops re
sults In famine and the saints are threat
ened with extermination by hunger. Gold
in California brings Gentiles to the new
Zion. Rae returns to the Missouri to act
as guide for another party of the saints.
He hears of the marriage of Prudence, to
whom he had remained faithful, to Capt.
CHAPTER XIII—Rae, back at Salt
Lake, leads in a movement for the re
pentance of the people. Chilled from
standing in the river to offer baptism to
the repentants he is cared for by Mara
Cavan, now fifth wife of Elder Plxley,
He embraces her and they confess their
love. Brlgham proclaims the doctrine of
blood atonement
CHAPTER XIV—Mara, fifth wife of
Elder Plxley, suffers "blood atonement"
for her love of Joel Rae. Rae goes to the
southern settlements to live and preach.
CHAPTER XV—Gentile immigrants are
surrounded by Mormons and Indians at
Mountain Meadows. Rae objects to the
carrying out of orders for their massacre.
CHAPTER XVI—Gentile immigrants
murdered at Mountain Meadows. Rae
rescues two children, a little boy and girl,
and recognizes in the murdered mother of
the girl his sweetheart, Prudence. Rae
took a blood-stained Bible he had giv.en
her years before from her. He sent the
rescued boy to a church Institution and
took the girl with him.
CHAPTER XVII—Rae responds to the
call for soldiers to fight the invading
army of the United States. Is made a
major and sent to defend Echo canyon
and remains there through the winter.
CHAPTER XVIII—Army of Gen. John
ston enters Salt Lake City, and Rae goes
back to the southern settlements.
CHAPTER XIX—Rae seeks death as
punishment for his sins In the desert.
CHAPTER XX—Rae sees a vision in
the desert.
CHAPTER XXI—Rae returns to the
settlement and determines to chasten
himself by living his life of torment He
goes to Salt Lake and takes a crippled
woman for a wife. On the way home he
takes another wife, an insane woman.
CHAPTER XXII—He has Prudence
brought to his home.
CHAPTER XXIII—Rae falls in love
with his wife, Martha, and divorces her
to further chasten himself. He takes an
other wife.
CHAPTER XXIV—Rae prepares for the
end of the world which has been prophe
sied. Bishop Wright proposes to take an
other wife and selects Prudence, now 14
years old. Rae refuses.
CHAPTER XXV—Prudence, new grown
to young womanhood, visits Salt Lake
City and witnesses the festivities of the
world and meets Brlgham Toung.
CHAPTER XXVI—Brlgham proposes
marriage to Prudence.
CHAPTER XXVII—A stranger arrives
at Rae's home after finding Prudence in
the woods.
CHAPTER XXVIII—The stranger tells
his story of the Mountain Meadow massa
cre In the presence of Prudence and Rae,
and tells It for a purpose. He proves to
be the boy rescued by Rae, and who aft
erwards escaped from the men ordered
to kill him.
CHAPTER XXIX—Follett tells Rae he
Is going to kill him, and Insists he must
tell Prudence who she is. Rae begs for
yet a little while with her -and Follett
CHAPTER XXX—Love making of Fol
lett and Prudence progresses.
CHAPTER XXXI—Prudence tries to
convert Follett to Mormonlsm. Village
gossips tell Prudence she Is an illegiti
mate child, and Follett again insists that
Rae shall tell her who she is.
CHAPTER .XXXII—More lessons in
Mormonlsm, but Follett objects to having
more than one wife.
CHAPTER XXXIII—Rae has a reveia
tlon concerning the true order of mar
riage. He proposes to announce it at the
Sunday meeting.
CHAPTER XXXIV—Brlgham arrives at
the settlement, and Prudence runs away.
Follett finds her at their old trystlng
The Little Bent Man at the Foot of
the Cross.
It was dusk when they rode down
caoy/MorrABoa ay £OT»/?OP PUBL saw/a con/WHY
the hill together. They followed the
canyon road to Its meeting with the
main highway at the northern edge
of Amalon. Where the roads joined
they passed Bishop Wright, who, with
his hat off, turned to stare at them,
and to pull at his fringe of whisker in
seeming perplexity.
"He must have been on his way
to our house," Prudence called.
"With that hair and whiskers," an
swered Follett, with some irrelevance,
"he looks like an old buffalo bull just
before shedding time."
They rode fast until the night fell,
scanning the road ahead for a figure
on horseback. When it was quite
dark they halted.
"We might pass him," suggested
Follett.* 'He was fairly tuckered out,
and he might fall oft any minute."
Down out of Pine valley they went,
and over more miles of gray alkali
toward a line of hills low and black
in the north.
They came to these, followed the
road out of the desert through a nar
row gap, and passed into the Moun
tain meadows, reining in their horses
as they did so.
Before them the meadows stretched
between two ranges of low, rocky
hills, narrow at first but widening
gradually from the gap through which
they had come. But the ground where
the long, rich grass had once grown
was now barren, gray and ugly in the
moonlight, cut into deep gullies and
naked of all but a scant growth of
sage brush which the moon was sil
vering, and a few clumps of shadowy
scrub oak along the base of the hills
on either side.
Instinctively they stopped, speaking
in low tones. And then there came
to them out of the night's silence a
strange, weird beating hollow, muf
fled, slow, and rhthymic, but pene
trating and curiously exciting, like an
other pulse cunningly playing upon
their own to make them beat more
rapidly. The girl pulled her horse
close in by his, but he reassured her.
"It's Indians—they must be holding
the funeral qf some chief. But no
matter—these Indians aren't any more
account than prairie dogs."
They rode on slowly, the funeral
drum sounding nearer as they went.
Then far up the meadow by tfce
roadside they could see the hard,
square lines of the cross in the moon
light. Slower still they went, while
the drum beats became louder, until
they seemed to fail upon their own
"Could he have come to this dread
ful place?" she asked, almost in a
"We haven't passed him, that's sure
and I've got a notion he lied. I've
heard him talk about this cross off
and on—it's been a good deal in his
mind—and maybe he was a little out
of his head. But we'll soon see."
They walked their horses up a lit
tle ascent, and the cross stood out
more clearly against the sky. They
approached it slowly, leaning forward
to peer all about it but the shadows
lay heavy at its base, and from a
little distance they could distinguish
no outline.
But at last they were close by and
could pierce the gloom, and there at
the foot of the cross, beside the cairn
of stones that helped to support it,
was a little huddled bit of blackness.
It moved as they looked, and they
knew the voice that came from it.
"Oh God, I am tired and ready!
Take me and burn me!"
She was off her horse and quickly
at his side. Follett, to let them be
alone, led the horses to the spring
below. It was almost gone now, only
the feeblest trickle of a rivulet re
rnaining. The once green meadows
had behaved, indeed, as it a curse
were put upon them. Hardly had
grass grown or water run through it
since the day that Israel wrought
there. When he had tied the horses
he heard Prudence calling him.
"I'm afraid he's delirious,' she said,
when he reached her side. "He keeps
hearing cries and shots, and sees a
woman's hair waving before him, and
he's afraid of something back of him.
What can we do?"
At the foot of the cross the little
man was again sounding his endless
"Bow me, bend me, break me, for
I have been soul-proud. Burn me
She knelt by hie side, trying to
sooth him.
"Father—it's all right—it's Pru
But at her name he uttered a
with such terror in it that she shud
dered and was still. Then he began
to mutter incoherently, and she heard
her own name repeated many times.
"If that awful beating would only
stop," she said to Follett, who had
now brought water in the curled brim
of his hat. She tried to have the lit
tle man drink. He swallowed some of
the water from the hat brim, shiver
ing as he did so.
"We ought to have a fire," she said.
Follett began to gather twigs and sage
brush, and presently had a blaze in
front of them.
In the light of the fire the little
man could see their faces, and he be
came suddely coherent, smiling at
cnem in tne oia way.
"Why have you come so far in the
night?" he asked Prudence, taking
one of her cool hands between his own
that burned.
"But, you poor little father! Why
hare you come, when you should be
home in bed? You are burning with
"Yes, yes, dear, but it's over now.
This is the end. I came here—to be
here—I came to say my last prayer
in the body. And they will come
to find me here. You must go before
they come."
"Who will find you?"
"They from the church. I didn't
mean* to do it, but when I was on my
feet something forced it out of me.
I knew what they would do, but I
was ready to die, and I hoped I could
awaken some of them."
"But no one shall hurt you."
"Don't tempt me to stay any
longer, dear, even if they would let
me. Oh, you don't know, you don't
know—and that devil's drumming over
there to madden me as on that other
night. But it's just—my God, how
"Come away, then. Ruel will find
your horse, and we'll ride home."
"It's too late—don't ask me to leave
my hell now. It would only follow
me. It was this way that night—the
night before—the beating got into my
blood and hemmered on my brain
till I didn't know. Prudence, I must
tell you—everything—"
He glanced at Follett appealingly,
as he had looked at the others when
he left the platform that day, be
seeching some expressions of friend
"Yes, I must tell you—everything."
But his face lighted as Follett inter
rupted him.
"You tell her," said Follett, dog
gedly, "how you saved her that day
and kept her like your own and
brought her up to be a good woman
—that's what you tell her." The grat
itude in the little man's eyes had
grown with each word.
"Yes, yes,.dear, I have loved you
like my own little child, but your
father and mother were killed here
that day—and I found you and loved
you—such a dear, forlorn little girl—
wiU you hate me now?" he broke off
anxiously. She had both hisv hands
in her own.
"But why, how could I hate you?
You are my dear little sorry father—
all I've known. I shall always love
"That will be good to take with me,"
he said, smiling again. "It's all I've
got to take—it's all I've had since the
day I found you. You are good," he
said, turning to Follett.
"O God, I Am Tired and Ready I Take
Me and Burn Me!"
"Oh, shucks!" answered Follett.
A smile of rare contentment played
over the little man's face.
In the silence that followed, the
funeral drum came booming in upon
them over the ridge, and once they
saw an Indian from the encampment
standing on top of the hill to look
down at their fire. Then the little
man spoke again.
"You will go with him," he said to
Prudenca "He will take you out of
here and back to your mother's peo
"She's going to marry me," said
Follett. The little man smiled at
"It is right—the Gentile has come to
take you away. The Lord is cun
ning in His vengeance. I felt it must
be so when I saw you together."
After this he was so quiet for a
time that they thought he was sleep
ing. But presently he grew restless
again, and said to Follett:
"I want you to have me buried here.
Up there to the north, 300 yards from
here on the right, Is a dwarf cedar
standing alone. Straight over the
ridge from that and half-way down
the other side is another cedar grow
ing at the foot of a ledge. Below that
ledge is a grave. There are stones
piled flat, and a cross cut in the one
loward the cedar. Make a grave be
•Ida that one. and out me in it—just
as I am. Remember that—uucoffined.
it must be that way, remember.
There's a little book here in this
pocket. Let it stay with me—but
surely uncoffined, remember, as—as
the rest of them were."
"But, father, why talk so? You are
going home with us."
"There, dear, it's all right, and
you'll feel kind about me always when
you remember me?"
"Don't—don't talk so."
"If that beating would only stay out
of my brain—the thing is crawling be
hind me again! Oh, no, not yet—not
yet! Say this with me, dear:
'The Lord is my Shepherd I shall
not want.
'He maketh me to lie down
I 'v .*•].
green pastures: He leadeth me be
side the still waters.'"
She said the psalm with him, and
h« grew quiet again.
"You will go away with your hus
band, and go at once—" He sat up
suddenly from where he had been
lying, the light of a new design in his
"Come—you will need protection
now—I must marry you at once. Sure
ly that will be an office acceptable in
the sight of God. And you will re
member me better for it—and kinder.
Come, Prudence come, Ruel!"
"But, father, you are sick, and so
weak—let us wait."
"It will give me such joy to do It
—and this is the last."
She looked at Follett questioningly,
but gave him her hand silently when
he arose from the ground where he
had been sitting.
"He'd like it, and it's what we want
—all simple," he said.
In the light of the firev they stood
with hands joined, and the little man,
too, got to his feet, helping himself
up by the cairn against which he had
been leaning.
Then, with the unceasing beats of
the funeral drum in their ears, he
made them man and wife.
"Do you, Ruel, take Prudence by
the right hand to receive her unto
yourself to be your lawful and wedded
wife, and you to be her lawful and
wedded husband for time and etern
Thus far he had followed the form
ula of his church, but now he depart
ed from it with something like defi
ance coming up in his voice.
"—with a covenant and promise on
your part that you will cleave to her
and to none other, so help you God,
taking never another wife in spite of
promise or threat of any priesthood
whatsoever, cleaving unto her and her
alone with singleness of heart?"
When they had made their re
sponses, and while the drum was
beating upon his heart, he pronounced
them man and wife, sealing upon
them "the blessing of the holy resur
rection, with power to come forth in
the morning clothed with glory and
When he had spoken the final
words of the ceremony, he seemed
to lose himself from weakness,
reaching out his hands for support.
They helped him down on to the sad
dle blanket that Follett had brought,
and the latter now went for mote
When he came back they were again
reciting the psalm that had seemed
to quiet the sufferer.
'Yea, though I walk through the
valley of the shadow of death, I will
fear no evil for Thou art with me
Thy rod and Thy staff they comfort
Follett spread the other saddle
blanket over him. He lay on his side,
his face to the fire, one moment say
ing over the words of the psaim, but
the next listening in abject terror to
something the others could not hear.
"I wonder you don't hear their
screams," he said, in one of these mo
ments "but their blood is not upon
you." Then, after a little:
"See, it is growing light over there.
Now they will soon be here. They
will know where I had to come, and
they will have a spade." He seemed
to be fainting in his last weakness.
Another hour they sat silently be
side him. Slowly the dark over the
eastern hill lightened to a gray. Then
the gray paled until a flush of pink
was there, and they could see about
them hi the chill of the morning.
Then came a silence that startled
them all. The drum had stopped and
the night-long vibrations ceased from
their ears.
They looked toward the little man
with relief, for the drumming had
tortured him. But his breathing was.
shallow and irregular now, and from
time to time they could hear a rattle
in his throat. His eyes, when he
opened them, were looking far oft.
He was turning restlessly and mutter
ing again. She took his hands and
found them cold and moist.
"His fever must have broken," she
said, hopfully. The little man opened
his eyes to look up at her, and spoke
though absently, and not as if he saw
"They will have a spade with them
when they come, never fear. And the
spot must not be forgotten—300 yards
north of the dwarf cedar, then straight
over the ridge and half-way down, to
the other cedar below the sandstone
—and uncoffined, with the book hero
in this pocket where I have it. 'Thou
preparest a table before me in the
presence of mine enemies: Thou
anointest my head, with oil my cup
runneth over. Surely goodness and
mercy shall follow me all the days of
my life: and I will dwell in the house
of the Lord forever.'"
He started up in terror of something
that seemed to be behind him, but fell
back, and a moment later was ramb
ling off through some sermon of the
bygone year.
Slowly, then, the little smile faded
—the wistful light of it dying for the
last time. The tired head fell sudden
ly back and the wan lips closed over
lifeless eyes.
From the look of rest on the still
face it was as it. In his years of serv
ice and sacrifice, the littie man had
learned how to forgive his own sin tn
the flash of those last heart-beats
when his soul had rushed out to wel
come Death.
Prudence had arisen before the end
came. Follett was glad she did not
see the eyes glaze nor the head drop.
Then he sprang quickly up and put his
arm about Prudence.
"Come, sit here close by the fire,
dear—no, around this side. It's all
over now."
"Oh! Oh! My poor, sorry little
father—he was so good to me!" She
threw herself on the ground, Bob
.. r'
Follett spread a saddle blanket
over the huddled figure at the foot of
the cross. Then he went back to take
her in his arms and give her such
comfort as he could.
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