The Red Cloud chief., 1888-04-13
ChaETER
THE COMING - THE PROPHET

The Mormon Prophet WAS making his
annual tour through the settlements Of the
Territory. and was looked for to-day in
Mooseneck. 1t was q visit of moment. and
the inhabitants stirred themselves with the
dawn in its anticipation. Paul Elchard. too,
was out for the first time since his injury.
and, very carefully picking his way to d seat
among the pines on the slope above the
house. sat through the long. delicious morn
ing looking down into the village. \ fever
seemed to pervaGe the thOrouShfare that
laid it open in two rather Struggling halves.
a hustle of men. women and children that
was very enlivcning to the numb and sleepy
town.
BY midmorning two triumphal arches
were sprung across the street. made green
with twining vines and blooming sprays,
and bearing legends of welcome wrought in
flowers: on the one Hail to the Lord S
Anointed!" and on the other 1.-The Lords
Prophet is Our King Many Of the house
fronts. too, were made fine with floral green
cry and welcoming devices. But ell this was
not quite SO spontaneous as would seem !;
Bishop Farley had received notice of the
coming of this man who ruled them in every
sense, and knew full well the seeming
honors he was expected TO provide. and how
closely his own and the interests of his fel-
low frauds hinged upon it.
Now and then bitter smile fitted across
the face of the pale watcher among the pines.
This trucking was wearisome. and yet it
had 4 certain interest. 4 depth that was in
scrutable. and he watched it. The spirit of
il like a suffocating mist hung through all
these mountain valleys: there below hiI;
passed the willowy figure Of Trcau across
Oh, -.,l h..
lay even upon his own wounded chest like
an invisible weight. and he drew long
breath and made an Involuntary movement
of expulsion.
4 smooth wind was moving the balsamic
spires of the pines to q sea-sheil sigh. great
masses OF snow pure clouds were breaking
open at the zenith. leaving vast blue holes.
and farther westward We're raking their
fleece along the craggy heights. while below
them patches of light slept upon the mount
ain sides like the white sheep of Heaven: ::
surely it was a beautiful world, why should
men ill it with hatefulness!
He fell 10 studying for a time with his
eyes upon the ground, turning man round
and round before him with an eye to those
angles that fit no geometric rule. and the
strange attributes that seem to have no
cause, but pat the mystery. the enigma. with
its battling malady away from hin at last
Sith sigh. as We all do
When he lifted his eyes detached mass
Of white cloud seemed to hare lodged among
the four huge prongs that made the Eagle
Peaks and lay there mo:ioniess. To the
right and below it in fancy he could see the
mines and below them the yawning canyon
with a roaring stream At the bottom aud =
gray road following it. Then suddenly the
| cloCd-mass stirred as from an under
wind and rolled ont Of its mighty nest and
down the mountain like a torrent of
frOth The air seemed stronger in the
gorge. and it spread out upon that and fell
down half way ovc- the canyons nouth.Eot
unlike 4 softly y-un-oiiing fleece. Out from
under that suddenly rode a tram OF car
rages and behind them cavalcalc. all
ciistening and whitening in the morning
hight as they came upon the plateau II the
canyons mouth like. some gigantic stage
picture.
II was a propitious moment for the
Prophets entrance, however unworthy
he and his mission. for the people at the
sight set up . great acclaim. Elchard.
too. grcy. interested. and looking downward