Chapter 3

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John Ferrier Talks With The Prophet

Three weeks had passed since Jefferson Hope


and his comrades had departed from Salt Lake City.


John Ferrier's heart was sore within him when he


thought of the young man's return, and of the im-


pending loss of his adopted child. Yet her bright


and happy face reconciled him to the arrangement


more than any argument could have done. He


had always determined, deep down in his resolute


heart, that nothing would ever induce him to allow


his daughter to wed a Mormon. Such a marriage


he regarded as no marriage at all, but as a shame


and a disgrace. Whatever he might think of the


Mormon doctrines, upon that one point he was


inflexible. He had to seal his mouth on the subject,


however, for to express an unorthodox opinion was


a dangerous matter in those days in the Land of


the Saints.


Yes, a dangerous matter-so dangerous that


even the most saintly dared only whisper their re-


ligious opinions with bated breath, lest something


which fell from their lips might be misconstrued,


and bring down a swift retribution upon them. The


victims of persecution had now turned persecu-


tors on their own account, and persecutors of the


most terrible description. Not the Inquisition of


Seville, nor the German Vehmgericht, nor the Se-


cret Societies of Italy, were ever able to put a more


formidable machinery in motion than that which


cast a cloud over the State of Utah.


Its invisibility, and the mystery which was at-


tached to it, made this organization doubly terrible.


It appeared to be omniscient and omnipotent, and


yet was neither seen nor heard. The man who held


out against the Church vanished away, and none


knew whither he had gone or what had befallen


him. His wife and his children awaited him at


home, but no father ever returned to tell them how


he had fared at the hands of his secret judges. A


rash word or a hasty act was followed by annihi-


lation, and yet none knew what the nature might


be of this terrible power which was suspended


over them. No wonder that men went about in


fear and trembling, and that even in the heart of


the wilderness they dared not whisper the doubts

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