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When
he
turned
the
corner
,
he
came
full
in
sight
of
the
spot
where
the
fire
had
been
lit
.
There
was
still
a
glowing
pile
of
wood
ashes
there
,
but
it
had
evidently
not
been
tended
since
his
departure
.
The
same
dead
silence
still
reigned
all
round
.
With
his
fears
all
changed
to
convictions
,
he
hurried
on
.
There
was
no
living
creature
near
the
remains
of
the
fire
:
animals
,
man
,
maiden
,
all
were
gone
.
It
was
only
too
clear
that
some
sudden
and
terrible
disaster
had
occurred
during
his
absence
--
a
disaster
which
had
embraced
them
all
,
and
yet
had
left
no
traces
behind
it
.
Bewildered
and
stunned
by
this
blow
,
Jefferson
Hope
felt
his
head
spin
round
,
and
had
to
lean
upon
his
rifle
to
save
himself
from
falling
.
He
was
essentially
a
man
of
action
,
however
,
and
speedily
recovered
from
his
temporary
impotence
.
Seizing
a
half-consumed
piece
of
wood
from
the
smouldering
fire
,
he
blew
it
into
a
flame
,
and
proceeded
with
its
help
to
examine
the
little
camp
.
The
ground
was
all
stamped
down
by
the
feet
of
horses
,
showing
that
a
large
party
of
mounted
men
had
overtaken
the
fugitives
,
and
the
direction
of
their
tracks
proved
that
they
had
afterwards
turned
back
to
Salt
Lake
City
.
Had
they
carried
back
both
of
his
companions
with
them
?
Jefferson
Hope
had
almost
persuaded
himself
that
they
must
have
done
so
,
when
his
eye
fell
upon
an
object
which
made
every
nerve
of
his
body
tingle
within
him
.
A
little
way
on
one
side
of
the
camp
was
a
low-lying
heap
of
reddish
soil
,
which
had
assuredly
not
been
there
before
.
There
was
no
mistaking
it
for
anything
but
a
newly-dug
grave
.
As
the
young
hunter
approached
it
,
he
perceived
that
a
stick
had
been
planted
on
it
,
with
a
sheet
of
paper
stuck
in
the
cleft
fork
of
it
.
The
inscription
upon
the
paper
was
brief
,
but
to
the
point
:
JOHN
FERRIER
,
FORMERLY
OF
SALT
LAKE
CITY
,
22
Died
August
4th
,
1860
.
The
sturdy
old
man
,
whom
he
had
left
so
short
a
time
before
,
was
gone
,
then
,
and
this
was
all
his
epitaph
.
Jefferson
Hope
looked
wildly
round
to
see
if
there
was
a
second
grave
,
but
there
was
no
sign
of
one
.
Lucy
had
been
carried
back
by
their
terrible
pursuers
to
fulfil
her
original
destiny
,
by
becoming
one
of
the
harem
of
the
Elder
's
son
.
As
the
young
fellow
realized
the
certainty
of
her
fate
,
and
his
own
powerlessness
to
prevent
it
,
he
wished
that
he
,
too
,
was
lying
with
the
old
farmer
in
his
last
silent
resting-place
.
Again
,
however
,
his
active
spirit
shook
off
the
lethargy
which
springs
from
despair
.
If
there
was
nothing
else
left
to
him
,
he
could
at
least
devote
his
life
to
revenge
.
With
indomitable
patience
and
perseverance
,
Jefferson
Hope
possessed
also
a
power
of
sustained
vindictiveness
,
which
he
may
have
learned
from
the
Indians
amongst
whom
he
had
lived
.
As
he
stood
by
the
desolate
fire
,
he
felt
that
the
only
one
thing
which
could
assuage
his
grief
would
be
thorough
and
complete
retribution
,
brought
by
his
own
hand
upon
his
enemies
.
His
strong
will
and
untiring
energy
should
,
he
determined
,
be
devoted
to
that
one
end
.
With
a
grim
,
white
face
,
he
retraced
his
steps
to
where
he
had
dropped
the
food
,
and
having
stirred
up
the
smouldering
fire
,
he
cooked
enough
to
last
him
for
a
few
days
.
This
he
made
up
into
a
bundle
,
and
,
tired
as
he
was
,
he
set
himself
to
walk
back
through
the
mountains
upon
the
track
of
the
avenging
angels
.
For
five
days
he
toiled
footsore
and
weary
through
the
defiles
which
he
had
already
traversed
on
horseback
.
At
night
he
flung
himself
down
among
the
rocks
,
and
snatched
a
few
hours
of
sleep
;
but
before
daybreak
he
was
always
well
on
his
way
.
On
the
sixth
day
,
he
reached
the
Eagle
Cañon
,
from
which
they
had
commenced
their
ill-fated
flight
.
Thence
he
could
look
down
upon
the
home
of
the
saints
.
Worn
and
exhausted
,
he
leaned
upon
his
rifle
and
shook
his
gaunt
hand
fiercely
at
the
silent
widespread
city
beneath
him
.
As
he
looked
at
it
,
he
observed
that
there
were
flags
in
some
of
the
principal
streets
,
and
other
signs
of
festivity
.
He
was
still
speculating
as
to
what
this
might
mean
when
he
heard
the
clatter
of
horse
's
hoofs
,
and
saw
a
mounted
man
riding
towards
him
.
As
he
approached
,
he
recognized
him
as
a
Mormon
named
Cowper
,
to
whom
he
had
rendered
services
at
different
times
.
He
therefore
accosted
him
when
he
got
up
to
him
,
with
the
object
of
finding
out
what
Lucy
Ferrier
's
fate
had
been
.
