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"
I
guess
you
got
good
reasons
to
deny
where
you
come
from
,
"
he
next
said
,
"
you
that
drove
the
Lord
's
people
from
Missouri
.
"
Mother
made
no
reply
.
"
...
Seein
'
,
"
he
went
on
,
after
the
pause
accorded
her
,
"
as
you
're
now
comin
'
a-whinin
'
an
'
a-beggin
'
bread
at
our
hands
that
you
persecuted
.
"
Whereupon
,
and
instantly
,
child
that
I
was
,
I
knew
anger
,
the
old
,
red
,
intolerant
wrath
,
ever
unrestrainable
and
unsubduable
.
"
You
lie
!
"
I
piped
up
.
"
We
ai
n't
Missourians
.
We
ai
n't
whinin
'
.
An
'
we
ai
n't
beggars
.
We
got
the
money
to
buy
.
"
"
Shut
up
,
Jesse
!
"
my
mother
cried
,
landing
the
back
of
her
hand
stingingly
on
my
mouth
.
And
then
,
to
the
stranger
,
"
Go
away
and
let
the
boy
alone
.
"
"
I
'll
shoot
you
full
of
lead
,
you
damned
Mormon
!
"
I
screamed
and
sobbed
at
him
,
too
quick
for
my
mother
this
time
,
and
dancing
away
around
the
fire
from
the
back-sweep
of
her
hand
.
As
for
the
man
himself
,
my
conduct
had
not
disturbed
him
in
the
slightest
.
I
was
prepared
for
I
knew
not
what
violent
visitation
from
this
terrible
stranger
,
and
I
watched
him
warily
while
he
considered
me
with
the
utmost
gravity
.
At
last
he
spoke
,
and
he
spoke
solemnly
,
with
solemn
shaking
of
the
head
,
as
if
delivering
a
judgment
.
