to you. We picked you up when you were starving in the desert, we shared our

food with you, led you safe to the Chosen Valley, gave you a goodly share of

land, and allowed you to wax rich under our protection. Is not this so?”

 

“It is so,” answered John Ferrier.

 

“In return for all this we asked but one condition: that was, that you should

embrace the true faith, and conform in every way to its usages.

 

This you promised to do, and this, if common report says truly, you have

neglected.”

 

“And how have I neglected it?” asked Ferrier, throwing out his hands in

expostulation. “Have I not given to the common fund? Have I not attended at the

Temple? Have I not——?”

 

“Where are your wives?” asked Young, looking round him. “Call them in, that I

may greet them.”

 

“It is true that I have not married,” Ferrier answered. “But women were few, and

there were many who had better claims than I. I was not a lonely man: I had my

daughter to attend to my wants.”

 

“It is of that daughter that I would speak to you,” said the leader of the

Mormons. “She has grown to be the flower of Utah, and has found favour in the