CHAPTER I. THE DEAD CITY II. THE WILD RAM OF THE MOUNTAINS III. THE LUTE OF THE HOLY GHOST BREAKS HIS FAST IV. A FAIR APOSTATE V. GILES RAE BEAUTIFIES HIS INHERITANCE VI. THE LUTE OF THE HOLY GHOST IS FURTHER CHASTENED VII. SOME INNER MYSTERIES ARE EXPOUNDED VIII. A REVELATION FROM THE LORD AND A TOAST FROM BRIGHAM IX. INTO THE WILDERNESS X. THE PROMISED LAND XI. ANOTHER MIRACLE AND A TEMPTATION IN THE WILDERNESS XII. A FIGHT FOR LIFE XIII. JOEL RAE IS TREATED FOR PRIDE OF SOUL XIV. HOW THE SAINTS WERE BROUGHT TO REPENTANCE XV. HOW THE SOULS OF APOSTATES WERE SAVED XVI. THE ORDER FROM HEADQUARTERS XVII. THE MEADOW SHAMBLES XVIII. IN THE DARK OF THE AFTERMATH XIX. THE HOST OF ISRAEL GOES FORTH TO BATTLE XX. HOW THE LION OF THE LORD ROARED SOFT XXI. THE BLOOD ON THE PAGE XXII. THE PICTURE IN THE SKY XXIII. THE SINNER CHASTENS HIMSELF XXIV. THE COMING OF THE WOMAN-CHILD XXV. THE ENTABLATURE OF TRUTH MAKES A DISCOVERY AT AMALON XXVI. HOW THE RED CAME BACK TO THE BLOOD TO BE A SNARE XXVII. A NEW CROSS TAKEN UP AND AN OLD ENEMY FORGIVEN XXVIII. JUST BEFORE THE END OF THE WORLD XXIX. THE WILD RAM OF THE MOUNTAINS OFFERS TO BECOME A SAVIOUR ON MOUNT ZION XXX. HOW THE WORLD DID NOT COME TO AN END XXXI. THE LION OF THE LORD SENDS AN ORDER XXXII. A NEW FACE IN THE DREAM XXXIII. THE GENTILE INVASION XXXIV. HOW THE AVENGER BUNGLED HIS VENGEANCE XXXV. RUEL FOLLETT’S WAY OF BUSINESS XXXVI. THE MISSION TO A DESERVING GENTILE XXXVII. THE GENTILE ISSUES AN ULTIMATUM XXXVIII. THE MISSION SERVICE IN BOX CAÑON IS SUSPENDED XXXIX. A REVELATION CONCERNING THE TRUE ORDER OF MARRIAGE XL. A PROCESSION, A PURSUIT, AND A CAPTURE XLI. THE RISE AND FALL OF A BENT LITTLE PROPHET XLII. THE LITTLE BENT MAN AT THE FOOT OF THE CROSS XLIII. THE GENTILE CARRIES OFF HIS SPOIL ILLUSTRATIONS Lifting off his broad-brimmed hat to her in a gracious sweep “Her goal is Zion, not Babylon, sir—remember _that_!” “_I’m_ the one will have to be caught” “But you’re not my really papa!” Full of zest for the measure as any youth “Oh, Man ... how I’ve longed for that bullet of yours!” THE LIONS OF THE LORD Chapter I. The Dead City The city without life lay handsomely along a river in the early sunlight of a September morning. Death had seemingly not been long upon it, nor had it made any scar. No breach or rent or disorder or sign of violence could be seen. The long, shaded streets breathed the still airs of utter peace and quiet. From the half-circle around which the broad river bent its moody current, the neat houses, set in cool, green gardens, were terraced up the high hill, and from the summit of this a stately marble temple, glittering of newness, towered far above them in placid benediction.