Goldsboro weekly argus. [volume] (Goldsboro, N.C.) 1885-1909, 1894-05-31
JOHN FERRIER,
FORMERLY OF SALT LAKE CITY.
Died August 4, 1880.


The sturdy old man, whom he had
left so short a time before,
then, and this was all his epitaph.
jefferson Hope looked wildly round to
see If there was a second grave, but
there was no sign of one. Lucy had
been carried back by their terri
BILE pursuers to fulfill her original
destiny, by becoming one of the harem
of the elders son. AS the young fell
Low realized the certainty of her fate
and his own powerlessness to prevent
it, he wished that he, too, was lying
with the old farmer in his last silent
resting place.
Again, however, his active spirit
shook off the lethargy which springs
from despair. If there was nothing
else left to him, he could at least de-
vote his life to revenge. With indom-
table patience and perseverance, JEFF
ferson Hope possessed also a power of
sustained vindictiveness, which he may
have learned from the Indians among
whom he had lived. AS he stood by
the desolate fire he felt that the only
thing which could assuage his grief
would be thorough and complete retri-
button brought by his own hand upon
his enemies. His strong will and I'M
firing energy should, he determined,
be devoted to that one end. With a
grim, white face he retraced his steps
to where he had dropped the food, and
having stirred up the smouldering fire,
he cooked enough to last him for a few
days. This he made up int a bundle,
and, tired as he was he set himself to
walk back through the mountains upon
the track of the avenging angels.
For five days he toiled, footsore and
weary, through the defiles which he
had already traversed on horseback.
At night he flung himself down among
the rocks and snatched a few hours of
sleep, but before daybreak he was al
ways well on his way. On the sixth
day he reached the Eagle canyon, from
which they had commenced their i'll
fated fight. Thence he could look
down upon the home of the Saints.
Worn and exhausted, he leaned upon
his rifle and shook his gaunt hand
fiercely at the silent, widespread city
beneath him. As he looked at it he
observed that there were flags in some
of the principal streets and other
signs of festivity. He was still specu-
lating as to what this might mean
when he heard the clatter of horses
hoofs and saw a mounted man riding
toward him. As he approached he
recognized him as a Mormon named
Cowper, to whom he had rendered
services at different times. He there
fore accosted him when he got up to
him, with the object of finding out
what Lucy Terriers fate had been.
~ Tr---- H.
"You remember me-"
The Mormon looked at him with un-
disguised Observation-Disclosures, it was
dif1cultto recognize in this tattered, un-
kempt wanderer, with CHASTITY face and
fierce, wild eyes, the spruce young
hunter of former days. Having, how.
| ever, at last satisfied himself as to his
identity, the mans surprise changed to
CONSERVATION.
"You are mad to come here" he
cried. 1T is as much as my own life
is worth to be seen talking with you.
There is a warrant against you from
the Holy Four for assisting the Fer
riers away"
ST don't fear them or their warrant
| Hope said, earnestly. You must know
something of this matter, Cowper. ]
conjure you by all you hold dear to an.
swer a few questions. We AVE al.
ways been friends. For Gods sake
don't refuse to answer me-"
"What is it?" the Mormon asked I'M
easily. "Be quick. The very rocks
have ears and the trees eyes"
"What has become Of Lucy Ferrier?'
"She was married yesterday to young
Drebber. Hold up, man, hold up, you
have no life left in you"
Don't mind me-" said Hope, family.
He was white to the very lips, and had
sunk down on the stone against which
he had been leaning. Married, you
say?"
married yesterday-that's what
those flags are for on the Endowment
house. There was some words be-
tween young Drebber and young
Stangerson as to which was to have
her. They'd both been In the party
that followed them, and Stangerson
had shot her father, which seemed to
lgive him the best claim; but when
they argued 1t Quit in council Drebber's
party was the stronger, SO the
prophet gave her over to him. No one
won't have her very long, though, for
/ saw death in her face yesterday. She
is more like a ghost than a woman
Are you off, then?"
eyes, I'm off" said Jefferson Hope,
who had risen from his sea His face
might have been chiseled out of mar