The Lions of the Lord: A Tale of the Old WestWilson, Harry Leon
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The Lions of the Lord: A Tale of the Old West
Wilson, Harry Leon
Historical fiction; Latter Day Saint pioneers -- Fiction; Western stories
As to various persons who met death while leaving the valley, opinion
was divided on the question of their ultimate salvation. For it was
announced concerning these, as their bodies were discovered from time
to time, that the Indians had killed them. This being true, they had
died in apostasy, and their rejection from the Kingdom was assured. Yet
after awhile the Saints at large took hope touching the souls of these;
for Bishop Wright, the excellent and able Wild Ram of the Mountains,
took occasion to remark one Sabbath in the course of an address
delivered in the tabernacle: “And it amazes me, brethren, to note how
the spirit has been poured out on the Lamanites. It really does seem as
if an Injun jest naturally hates an apostate, and it beats me how they
can tell ’em the minute they try to sneak out of this valley of the
Lord. They must lie out in them hills jest a-waiting for apostates; and
they won’t have anything else; they never touch the faithful. You
wouldn’t think they had so much fine feeling to look at ’em. You
wouldn’t suspect they was so sensitive, and almost bigoted, you might
say. But there it is—and I don’t believe the critters will let many of
these vile apostates get beyond the rocky walls of Zion.” Those who
could listen between the words began to suspect that the souls of such
apostates had been duly saved.
Yet one apostate the very next day was rash enough to controvert the
Bishop’s views. To a group of men in the public street at high noon and
in a loud voice he declared his intention of leaving for California,
and he spoke evil of the Church.
“I tell you,” he said, in tones of some excitement, “men are murdered
here. Their murder is planned by Bishops, Priests, Elders, and
Apostles, by the President and his Counsellors, and then it is done by
men they send to do it. Their laying it on to the Indians don’t fool me
a minute. That’s the kind of a church this is, and you don’t ketch me
staying in it any longer!”
Trees had been early planted in the new settlement, and owing to the
care bestowed upon them by the thrifty colonists, many were now
matured. From a stout limb of one of these the speaker was found
hanging the following morning. A coroner’s jury hastily summoned from
among the Saints found that he had committed suicide.
Public-domain text, read in full here on John Shaqi.
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