The pioneer express. [volume] (Pembina, Dakota [N.D.]) 1883-1928, 1894-09-14
JOHN FERRIER,
Formerly of Salt Lake City,
Died August 4, 1860.

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then, and this was all his epitaph.
Jefferson Hope looked wildly round to
see II there was second grave, but
there was no sign Of one. Lucy had
been carried buck by their terrible pur-
suers to fulfill her original destiny, by
becoming one Of the harem Of the ell
der's son. As the young fellow realized
the certainty of her fate, md his own
poNerlessness to prevent 1t. he wished
that he, too, was lying with the old
farmer In his last silent resting place.
Again, however. his active spirit
shook OF the lethargy which springs
from despair. If there was nothing else
left to him, he could at least devote
his life to revenge. With ind0mitable
patience and perseverance,, Jefferson
Hope possessed also q power of sus-
tanned vindlctiveness, which he may
have learned from the Indians among
whom he lived. As he stood by the
desolate fire, he felt that the only thing
which could assuage his grief would be
thorough and complete retributioH
brought by his own hand upon his enc
mics. His strong will and untiring
energy should, he determined, be devOt-
ed to that end. With O 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 into 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 upon
the rocks, and snatched few hours
Of sleep, but before daybreak he was
always well on his way. On the alxth
day he reached the Eagle canon, from
which they had commenced their ILL.,
fated flight. Thence he could look
down upon the home Of the saints.
Worn and exhausted, he leaned upon
his rife and shook his gaunt hand
dercely at the silent, widespread city
beneath him. As he looked at 1t, he
observed that there were Tags In some
Of the principal streets, and other signs
of festvity. He was still speculating
as to what this might mean, when he
heard the clatter Of horses hoofs. and
, saw mounted man riding toward
him. As he approached, ne recognized
him as 9 Mormon named Cowper, to
whom he had rendered services at DIFF
erent times. He therefore accosted him
when he got up to him with the object
Of 6nding out what Lucy Ferrier's fate
bad bsen.
II am Jefferson Hope" he said. "You
remember met"
The Mormon looked at him with I'M
disguised establishment. Indeed, it was
difficult to recognize il this uttered,
unkempt wanderer, with CHASTITY white
face and fierce, wild eyes, the spruce
young hunter of former days. Having,
however, at last satisfied himself as to
his identity, the mans surprise changed
to CONSERVATION.
you IRE mad to come here!" he
cried. ut Is as much as my own life
IL worth to be seen talking with you.
There Is warrant against you from
the Holy -Four for assisting the Fer
riers away"
II don't fear them Or their warrant"
Hope said, earnestly. "You must know
something Of this matter, Cowper. I
c0njure you by everything you hold
dear to answer a few questions. We
have always been friends. For Gods
sake, don't refuse to answer met!
"What IL 1T" 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 TO 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 on the Endowment
house. There was some words between
young Drebber and young Stahgerson
go TO which was to nave her. They'd
both been In the party that followed
them, and Stapgers9q had shot her fa-
ther, which seemed to give him the best
, claim; but when they argued 1t out in
council, Drebber's party was thu strong
er, 20 the prophet gave her over to
him. No one won't have her very long,
though, for I saw death In her face yes
terday. She Is more like ghost than
i woman. Are you OF, them"
Eyes. I'm on" said Jefferson Hope,
who had risen from his seat. His face
might nave been chiseled out Of mar
tie, so hard and set was Its expires,
sion, while his eyes glowed with
haleful light.
"Whese are you going?"
"Never mind," he answered, and
singing his weapon over his shoulder,
strobe OF down the gorge, and 10 away
into the heart Of the mountains, to
the haunts Of the wild beasts. Among
them oil there was none 80 fierce or
| 30 dangerous as himself.
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