The Lions of the Lord - A Tale of the Old West by Harry Leon Wilson
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Nor would the good _padre_, at the head of his procession of penitents
in his little mission out across the desert, have doubted less that it was a miracle than did this unhappy apostle of Joseph Smith, had he known the circumstance of its timeliness; albeit he had become familiar with such phenomena of light and air in the desert. CHAPTER XXIII. _The Sinner Chastens himself_ How to offer the greatest sacrifice--how to do the greatest service--these had become his problems. He concerned himself no longer with his own exaltation either in this world or the world to come. He resolved to stay south, fearing vaguely that in the North he would be in conflict with the priesthood. He knew not how; he felt that he was still sound in his faith, but he felt, too, some undefined antagonism between himself and those who preached in the tabernacle. For his home he chose the settlement of Amalon, set in a rich little valley between the shoulders of the Pine Mountains. Late in October there was finished for him on the outer edge of the town, near the bank of a little hill-born stream, a roomy log-house, mud-chinked, with a water-tight roof of spruce shakes and a floor of whipsawed plank,--a residence fit for one of the foremost teachers in the Church, an Elder after the Order of Melchisedek, an eloquent |
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