The Kimball graphic. (Kimball, Brule County, Dakota [S.D.]) 1883-1905, 1885-03-13
HOLLIS PERIL
1nWNEs DaAitss Exaaksd : Ensband Who
Had j rrSSky Win.

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ttn IS SAn Francisco Argonant.
b vas the close OF . pleasant day,
wkena5party 81 sportsmen were sitting
about tie door OF a substantial farm
house, chatting with our host, q sturdy
specimen 81 manhood, whose winter Of
liSe WAS frosty, but kindly" One of
tie party had started on the Mormon
qusation,r when another, pointing to the
"a man, said:
adams Was : pioneer Mormon, and
i tall you all about it. Ask him why
~ apostatised.
No oon suggested than acted upon
nd old John, smiling spontaneously,
sonsented to give % the story. Would
that could give the quaint phraseology.
the rough yet tender pathos, and the
kindly humor which gave the narrative
IL great charm. The former I will pre-
serve SO far as ! can, aud atell the tale
asit was told to me-"
Ya-as, ! hey been o saint, /" began
Adams, and continued: st went to
Utah in AZ, and walk't most Of the way.
xe SEQ I was . young teller then, am
he'd q good farm an a purity wife, who
hainst get over being purity yet, ter my
way o'sthinkin.' Ny heart was list tied
mp j her, an We was happy and conf
'Ebnl when mi o them Mormon mish-
ner cum along, al he was the slickest
talkin' coon ye liver heerd, an he put up
at my house. He didn't have no pus
nor scrip; but that want nothinl;; thar
wa dun few as cum trompin' along
thsr in them days as did ghev much Of
anythin. I TUX 'em in. all a-same, and
We gin 'em what we had.
This Teller saidh he was a saint Of the
Lord, an he wanted ter preach the Cos
pill in our parts. kase thar's whar his
misllun was. / didn't hey no scrupils;
= q the woman-wall, ye know how
vimmen is about preachers-she said
Let him stay an he stopped along
thar fur nigh onto a month, approach
q, an a-tellin' about the glorees O. Zion
an the bliss O. the Kingdom, an all
sich stuff, till he got the wimmin mos
crazy.
4Now, I wun't say but how I was sort
o. taken in 18th the doctrine myself; n
way ! was taken in an dun fur on the
Mormon question. / was convarted.
But I'll say this ERE, Is how my wife
done as much torts it as the mishuner.
Shed gfien right in to the doctrine, an
abe uset to talk to me about bein' wan
o. the Lords chosen, an a-goin' with
Joseph. and Hyrnm, an the rist o. the
SAINTS, right along on the trail to glory.
30 I sold out the farm fur cash, and
Molly and me We movet over into Maui
VOC, whar we he'd ter go thro' the en-
7dovment biz'ness, kase we vacant mar
ried fur time an etarnity in the
world
Scents, re mayn't think it, but my
ole oman Was jist too purity for eny-
thing them days. She'd brown, shiny
ihAf, IAN great, big hazel eyes, red cheeks,
an y little mouth as was list a livin'
kiss, and thar wa-an't nuthen' cud beat
her on shape, nuther. / iist loved that
gal, for she wa-ant much more,n a mi
them
The old man looked around to see
whether his 4ole oman had heard his
praisetnl "reminiscences, but that come
II dame had disappeared early i'll the
course Of the story, andif within hear
ing was not in sight, SO, after draining
. mug Of cider. Adams proceeded:
II don't s'pose thar's eny use in goin'
over the Nauvoo biz'nis. No two he's
liver tole it the same. Envy way, Joseph
IN, Hyrnm wus kilt at Carthage, an
N'ry thin wus in q mix till Brigham
Young TUX holt, an then things jumpt,
fust to Winter Quarters an then to
Salt Lnke. The story's bin tolt of'en.
Did iver env wan O ye drive an ox.team
about q thousant or twelve hundert
miles7 It's bad 'nough, n way, but
over them sandy ridges an hollers, day
after day, the burnin' sun ponrin' down,
M the clouds O. alkali dust an fine
sand film mp yer eyes, an nose, an
mouth; mighty little water, an that
had, AM durn short rations. Then at
night the cold northers cum rushin'
aiong with nuthin' to break 'em,
an the kayotees yelpin' an how
lin fit ter set We crazy, an. on
top Y all, the fear q Injins. Wal, 1t
jist TUX the spirit outen the best O the
men, an bruk the wimmin's hearts all
mp. I cud sec 'em wan after t'other
CROWN paler an thinner, an mo an mo-
worn out an dispairin, til, wus'n all,
my Molly, my purity Molly, got peekct
an the color win! ol1ten her cheeks, an
her ayes war dull, an her mouth, that
sweet:shttle mouth, got drawd at the
corners an sad, an her har wur sun. tam
ned and faded, an she got sort o. care.
less In her dress, cummin' . Twin in q
wagin so long, an then We see, gents,
we war expectin' q babby. It war hard
on Molly. I sort o. thinkI card more
for her list then a. / liver did.
Sometimes she'd cum ont an walk
along side me, an she'd talk about the
ole farm an the ole times, wen we was
a-cortin', an her vice a git sort o sad
N ssn'nful. an her eyes'd LUX jist as
the aidn't see nuthin' nur nobody,
all " With big tears, but she wouldn't
cry. An wen we'd stop at nights shed
cum m sit in my arms, an put her head
on my shoulder, an cry out, 30 weak
an pitifrl, sOh, John! amt we never
goin' TO git thar?'
Wal, wen we were in the Rockies the
babbyscnm, an I tho't az how it'd be o
comfort to Molly, but it didn't stay long
poor little gal, an Hurried il in o pleas.
ant green valley. war we left it, as Mol
u said, to be taken car Of by Him as
calls the little children to Him, tho
its mighty little eny Mormon children
hears about q Christ fur them-an' I
don think, : said the old man parenthet-
jeally, q I'd car much about hevin' q
gal o. mine raised Mormon; thar don't
seem to be no holt on 'em--the gals, I
mean-to make am keep straight. But
that's neither here nur thar, kase it
aint il my story. but it's truth all
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