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Lucy
laughed
through
her
tears
at
her
father
's
description
.
"
When
he
comes
,
he
will
advise
us
for
the
best
.
But
it
is
for
you
that
I
am
frightened
,
dear
.
One
hears
--
one
hears
such
dreadful
stories
about
those
who
oppose
the
Prophet
:
something
terrible
always
happens
to
them
.
"
"
But
we
have
n't
opposed
him
yet
,
"
her
father
answered
.
"
It
will
be
time
to
look
out
for
squalls
when
we
do
.
We
have
a
clear
month
before
us
;
at
the
end
of
that
,
I
guess
we
had
best
shin
out
of
Utah
.
"
"
Leave
Utah
!
"
"
That
's
about
the
size
of
it
.
"
"
But
the
farm
?
"
"
We
will
raise
as
much
as
we
can
in
money
,
and
let
the
rest
go
.
To
tell
the
truth
,
Lucy
,
it
is
n't
the
first
time
I
have
thought
of
doing
it
.
I
do
n't
care
about
knuckling
under
to
any
man
,
as
these
folk
do
to
their
darned
prophet
.
I
'm
a
free-born
American
,
and
it
's
all
new
to
me
.
Guess
I
'm
too
old
to
learn
.
If
he
comes
browsing
about
this
farm
,
he
might
chance
to
run
up
against
a
charge
of
buckshot
travelling
in
the
opposite
direction
.
"
"
But
they
wo
n't
let
us
leave
,
"
his
daughter
objected
.
"
Wait
till
Jefferson
comes
,
and
we
'll
soon
manage
that
.
In
the
meantime
,
do
n't
you
fret
yourself
,
my
dearie
,
and
do
n't
get
your
eyes
swelled
up
,
else
he
'll
be
walking
into
me
when
he
sees
you
.
There
's
nothing
to
be
afeared
about
,
and
there
's
no
danger
at
all
.
"
John
Ferrier
uttered
these
consoling
remarks
in
a
very
confident
tone
,
but
she
could
not
help
observing
that
he
paid
unusual
care
to
the
fastening
of
the
doors
that
night
,
and
that
he
carefully
cleaned
and
loaded
the
rusty
old
shotgun
which
hung
upon
the
wall
of
his
bedroom
.
