The Rice belt journal. (Welsh, Calcasieu Parish, La.) 1900-19??, 1907-06-14
CHAPTER XII.
A Fight for Life.

The stream OF Saints to the Great
Basin had become welI-nigh Contin-
uOus-SaintS Of all degrees of pros
perity, from Farley Pratt, the Archer
of Paradise. with his wealth of wives,
wagons and cattle, to Barney Bigler,
unblessed with wives Or herds. who
put his earthly goods on a wheebar-
row and, to the everlasting glory Of
God, trundled it from the Missouri
river to the valley of the Great Salt
Lake. Train after train set out for
the new Zion with faith that God
would drop mamma before them.
One by enc the trains worked down
into the valley, the tired Saints max.
ing fresh their covenants by rebap-
tism as they came. In the waters of
the River Jordan, Joel Rae made hun
dreds to be renewed in the Kingdom,
swearing them to obey Brigham, the
Lords anointed. in all his orders, snir
ituaI Or temporal, and the priesthood
or either Of them, and all church an
thorities in like manner; TO regard
this obligation as superior to all laws
of the United States and all earthly
laws whatsoever; to cherish enmitv
against the government of the United
States, that the blood of joseph Smith
and the Apostles slain in that genera.
ton might be avenged and to keen
the matter of this oath a profound Sc.
cret then and forever. And from
these waters of baptism the purified
Saints went to their inheritances in
Hon-took their humble places. and
Ieo,,a t. sweat and bleed in the IN.
building of the new Jerusalem,
From a high, tented wagon in one
such train, creaking its rough way
down Emigration canyon, with strain.
Ing oxen and tired but eager people
there had leaped late one afternoon
the girl whose eyes were to call to
MIN so potently-incompa ewes
large and deep, of velvety grayness
under black brows splenddly bent
NOT had the eyes alone voiced that
cali TO mis- starved senses He had
caught the free, fearless confidence in
her leap over the wheel, and her
graceful abandon as she stood there
ninety erect and full-curved, her head
with its Greek lines thrown we'll hac,, ,
and her strong hands raised TO read.
just the dusKy hair that tumbled ahout
her head like storm cloud.
Men from the train were all about q,
and others from the settlement and y
these spoke to her, some in serious :
some with testing words h
She returned it all in good part with. +
out embarrassment-even the saIIv =
II the winking wag who called out. 9
NOW, then, Mara CaVan! Here we
ire, and girl like yourself ought to =
atch an Elder, at the very lowest" :
She laughed with easy good nature 6.
TIL fumbtins in the dusk of blown a
air at the back of her head, SHOWING "
fuillipped mouth. beautifully large -.
nth strengthening, white teeth. I'm 81
atch never one myself, if you 7
lease, Nathan Tanner! III do no IN
atching at all, now! I'm the one will =,
ave TO be caught" e.
Her voice was contralto, with the bf
tile hint Of rouSAness that made it d
arm and richly golden; that made ar
fail' indeed, upon the ears of the st
stening Elder like a cathedra! chime M
llilns him to forget all and Worship III
forget all but that he was five and W.
Fenty with the hot blood sursfng and if
oWding and crying out in his veins ST,