The Hazel Green herald. [volume] (Hazel Green, Wolfe County, Ky.) 1885-19??, 1888-03-02

Up into the dawn, and how IL shot shadow
or u beam of light through all the bubble
hours that one by one rose after it!
To Paul Elchard, though he did not know
il, such an hour had come. Riding along a
mountain road where the world. just back
Of the peaks that face Great Salt Lake, rolls
eastward fold on fold toward the Weber
river, he was overtaken by the sunset. In
great flush it lay over the ridge-tops and
vast shelves Of land, while among the
Wasatch peaks TO the west where 1t seemed
falling the royal colors were spashed half
way up TO the zenith. He touched his horse
with the spur TO quicken him, but the sum
mer light fingers a long time in the lumi-
nous Utah air after the sun sinks, and in II
moment the impulse OF haste lapsed from
his consciousness and he went forward
looking soberly and half dreamily about
him.
On all sides and near and far the land
scape seemed TO rise and pile away with
ridge, and spur, and mountain heaps lone
~, desolate, and still. On the left the land
dipped downward, and, letting his horse
follow the rugged road, in a moment he was
riding toward "a valley with here and there
little farm on either hand. Poor patches
OF four or five acres of sand and gravel
they were, where the sage brush had been
cleared away, with a hut in the midst, and
sparingly fed with water from unreliable
rivulets Dirty, half-clad children swarmed
about the doors, with one and two and some
times three wives at every threshold, or
digging in the sterile garden patches; an
old cart, pig-pen, "a mule dragging pow
among the stones or browsing in the brush,
and over all the spirit OF want, of penury,
and isolation.
81 can not conceive" unused the young
horseman, with look that was half cen
sure and half pity on his comedy face, ''why
these people should try TO wiring livcl-
hood from such wretched region Surely
they must starve in soul and body from the
years. beginning to its endr"
The query was a natural one. and the inn
preston touching this peoples fate borne
out a thousand fold by bitter fact But nc
could not know, nor can any other single
soul save that Fountain OF Sense who IL the
Soul of all, the material poverty of these
Mormon homes, the shriveled hearts, tho
numbed, and dwarfed, and want-pinched
lives among these mountain wastes But
they were not there from choice; the
Church, structure OF tyranny not often
eQualed in tho worlds long life, had sent
them thither; had allotted them these
grabbed strips Of Zion whereon 10 toll,
pay tithes, and die in every sense, that the
valleys might be filled with voters, the
lands kept out of unbelever's hands, and
that men In the forefront and at the
centers OF this huge infamy might hold
position and live in affuence
Presently, as he passed down the slope,
tho settle ment thickened little with u sort
OF descending graduation in the scale Of OBJ
vious poverty, until at the heart of the little
valley, where water seemed more abundant,
there were small sweeps of vivid green,
here and there stunted orchard with n
log house among the trees, aud by times
almost suggestion OF thrift. But over IL
all still brooded the atmosphere of isolation,
and all the human figures and surround
ings bespoke a cowed and blighted race of
women, ignorant children and a coarse and
lumpish community Of men. Lifting his
eyes the young man saw half-mile farther
down the valley a sort of village about u
Mormon westinghouse, the Bishops rather
pretentious residence, and few long low
stores built Of sun-dried brick. The stray
cling dwellings were mainly of hown logs'
with an occasional one constructed OF adobe
and piastered ON the outside or painted rci