The daily intelligencer. [volume] (Seattle, Wash. Territory [i.e. Wash.]) 1876-1881, 1877-09-17
THE WEEKLY INTiLIIGEXCER.
Official Press Of King County.
Monday, Sept'r II, 1877.
A RETROSPECT.

the sensibilities Of sympathIzing
world. A large party Of enIigrants
from Arksnsas 10 California. leaving
behind them ali the allurcmeLts Of
perfected civilization, had undertaken
the periious journey across the plains.
amid businesses Of mountains inh. bited
by savage beasts and more savage H.
dams. But. poor creatures, they did
not know thar these were the least evil.
they had t. dread In the heart OF the
continent was settlement -aii empire
in faot--bgo,trn Of seu>uality and
cruelty the empire Of MotmondUm
Still it was on American -oil. inhaui,rd
by men speaking common language
with the doomed ,favelcrs aud supposed
10 be governed by the ,ame instinct, o:
humanity.
On reaching the IouLia.n MtauGw>.
the emigrants found their way ebstruct-
cd BY band Of hostile Indians and
sent back to the Mormon settlement for
relief Better far To have bcsuught
mercy of Hyrcaniau tiger whose iahgs
were wet with warm blood Ga the
morning of che awful day. two little
girls were sent down To spring for
water. Poor little snow white feet.
that had never tod the paths Of sin
The deadly rifles crack soon leveled
them low. No water to be had Then
death 10y thirst, the most dreadful of all
must follow.
Hark The cry of alarm is given
AMI shout of JOY arises from the
beleasuered camp. The relief is com.
ing and at the head of the marching
column waves the white nag that all
nations, Christian or pagan. civilized
or barbarous, have respected as token
OF peace The Utah volunteers reached
the ground and bid the immigrants be
of good cheer and lay down their arms.
Oh, fatal error Oh, bloodiest picture
in tho book Of Time. since man first
barred the sword against the breast of
his fellow man.
Tumultuous murder and indiscrmi-
nate slaughter followed. sparing moth
ing but the youngest Of the children.
Glutted with blood, and laden down
with spoils of their murderous raid, the
saints" went back to Provo aud di-
vidcd their blood stained trophies in
the tithing house of the Mormon
Church. The instigator of this foul
atrocity, the darkest blot upon Ameri-
can history. was Brigham Young, the
Mormon Prophet; the fitting instru-
men by whom it was carried into effect
was John ID. Lee, a Mormon Bishop.
On the scene of that fearful holocaust.
u cairn OF stones was heaped together
ard surmouuted by cross bearing the
inscription, Vengeance is mine, saith
tho Lord. l will repay"
A few months go, on the worry ground
where his bleeding victims cried ia vain
for mercy, the murderer Lee exp,ated
his fearful crime, surrounded hy the
same stern rocks Redeemed by the gore
of those who found that there was
mere mercy in those stones than in his
hinty heart. Divine retribution seemed
manifest IN every detail Of the ven
geance wreaked upon this monstrous
blood.glutton by the offended majesty Of
the law. a few months later, in his
paistial house at Salt Lake, the insti-
gator Of this horrible crime-the self
styled Lion of the Lord--died and was
buried in all tho pomp that would befit
n great and merciful monarch. To the
nation he bequcath an army of bas;ards,
the result of his hellish priestcraft and
49, '''''" SShsashty, W tud WORTH nc
leaves the legacy Of name stained
With tue touless crime Of an enlight
ened era.
To-day. the Mormon Church, an en-
p're of san and charnel- house of crime,
Is waning in its power aud to,tering on
its foundation, A few years more will
see it swept out of existence and its
wretched votaries entombed with the
curse which civilization mas heaped up
on il. The Pacific railroad was
chosen instrument for this great and
bloodless victory, for every spadeiull of
earth cast into its embankment was
elod upon the coffin lid o: Mormondom.
Humanity. recalling the fearful slaugh-
ter of that September day. inveighs
with trumpet-like tongue against its
perpet:a,ion; while Christianity caps
its foundation with thousand times
the strength of the hundred armed
giant. Briareus.
The mills of the Gods grind slow
But they grind exceedingly fine."