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"
Like
fathers
like
sons
,
"
he
said
.
"
The
young
generation
is
as
bad
as
the
elder
.
The
whole
breed
is
unregenerate
and
damned
.
There
is
no
saving
it
,
the
young
or
the
old
.
There
is
no
atonement
.
Not
even
the
blood
of
Christ
can
wipe
out
its
iniquities
.
"
"
Damned
Mormon
!
"
was
all
I
could
sob
at
him
.
"
Damned
Mormon
!
Damned
Mormon
!
Damned
Mormon
!
"
And
I
continued
to
damn
him
and
to
dance
around
the
fire
before
my
mother
's
avenging
hand
,
until
he
strode
away
.
When
my
father
,
and
the
men
who
had
accompanied
him
,
returned
,
camp-work
ceased
,
while
all
crowded
anxiously
about
him
.
He
shook
his
head
.
"
They
will
not
sell
?
"
some
woman
demanded
.
Again
he
shook
his
head
.
A
man
spoke
up
,
a
blue-eyed
,
blond-whiskered
giant
of
thirty
,
who
abruptly
pressed
his
way
into
the
centre
of
the
crowd
.
"
They
say
they
have
flour
and
provisions
for
three
years
,
Captain
,
"
he
said
.
"
They
have
always
sold
to
the
immigration
before
.
And
now
they
wo
n't
sell
.
And
it
ai
n't
our
quarrel
.
Their
quarrel
's
with
the
government
,
an
'
they
're
takin
'
it
out
on
us
.
It
ai
n't
right
,
Captain
.
It
ai
n't
right
,
I
say
,
us
with
our
women
an
'
children
,
an
'
California
months
away
,
winter
comin
'
on
,
an
'
nothin
'
but
desert
in
between
.
We
ai
n't
got
the
grub
to
face
the
desert
.
"
He
broke
off
for
a
moment
to
address
the
whole
crowd
.
