The Hope pioneer. [volume] (Hope, N.D.) 1882-1964, 1907-03-21
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looked up and saw a light wagon with
in it driving into the meadows
from the south. The driver was Seth
Wright; the man beside him he knew
to be Bishop Snow, the one they called
the Entablature of Truth. The two
others he had seer in AMAZON, but he
did not know their names.
He got up and went forward when
the wagon stopped, leaning casually
on the wheel.
Hes already dead, but you can
help me bury him as soon as I get
my wife out Of the way around that
oak bush-I see you've brought along
a spade"
The men in the wagon looked at
each other, and then climbed slowly
out.
Nov who could "a left that there
spade in the wagon?" began the Wild
Ram of the Mountains, a look of per-
plexity clouding his ingenious face.
The Entablature of Truth was less
disposed for idle talk.
who did you say you'd get out OF
Lne Way, young mdn!
my wife, Mrs. Ruel Follett."
Meaning Prudence Rae?"
Meaning her that was Prudence
Rae.
"Oh!"
The ruddy-faced bishop scanned the
horizon with a dreamy, speculative
eye, turning at length to his compan-
ions.
"We better get to this burying," he
said. .
"Wait a minute" said Follett.
They saw him go to Prudence, raise
her from the ground, put a saddle
blanket over his arm, and lead her
slowly up the road around a turn that
took them beyond a clump of the oak
brush.
cit won't do!" said Wright, with a
meaning glance at Entablature of
Truth, quite as if he had OWNED his
thought.
I'D like to know why not?" retorted
this good man, aggressively.
Because times has changed; this
amt '57."
It'll almost do ITSELF" insisted
Snow. What say, Glines?" and he
turned to. one of the others.
Looks all right" answered the mar
addressed. "By heck! but that's a
purity saddle he earliest"
What say, Taggart?"
For Gods sake, no, Bishop! No
I got enough dead faces looking at
me now from this place. I'm ha'nted
into hell already, like he said he was
yesterday. BY God! I sometimes
think I'll have my ears busted and my
eyes put out to git away from the
+, bloody %things!"
"Ho! Scared, are you? Well, I'll
do it myself. You don't need to help"
Better let well enough alone,
Brother Warren!" interposed Wright.
But it amt we'll enough! Think Of
that girl going to a low cuss of a Gen
tile when Brigham wants her. Why,
think of letting such a critter get
away, even if Brigham didn't want
her!"
"You know they got Brother Brig
ham under Indictment for murder now,
account of that Aiken party"
What of it? He'll get off,"
"That he will, but it's because his
Brigham. You amt. You're just a
south country bishop: Don't you
know he'd throw you to the Gentle
courts as a sop quicker'n a wink if he
got a chance-just like he'll do with
old John D. Lee the minute George A.
peters out SO that the chain will be
broke between Lee and Brigham"
"And maybe this cuss has got
friends" suggested Glines.
Who'd know but the girl?" Snow
insisted. And Brother Brigham would
fix her all right. Is the HOUSEHOLD Of
faith to be spoiled?"
well, they got a railroad running
through it now" said Wright, "and a
telegraph, and a lot of soldiers. So
don't you count on me, Brother Snow,
at any stage Of it now or afterwards.
I got a pretty STABLE family that
would hate to lose me. Look out.
Here he comes"
Follett now came up, speaking in a
cheerful manner that nevertheless
chilled even the enthusiasm of the
good Bishow Snow.
"Now, gentlemen, just by way Of
friendly advice to you-like as not I'll
be stepping in front of some of you
in the next hour. But it isn't going
to worry me any, and I'll tell you
why. I'd feel awful sad for you all if
anything was to happen to me-if the
Injuns got me, or I was took bad with
a chill, or a jack-rabbit crept up and
bit me to death, or anything. You
see, there's a train Of Is big J.. Muir
ply wagons will be along here over
the San Brnardino trail. They are
coming out of their way, almost any
time now, on purpose to pick me up.
Fact is, my ears have been pricking
up all morning to hear the old bull
whips crack. There were 81 men in
the train when they went down, and
there may be more coming back It's
a train Of Ezra Calkins, my adopted
father. You see, they know I've been