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At
Beaver
,
five
days
'
journey
south
from
Fillmore
,
we
saw
Lee
again
.
And
again
we
saw
hard-ridden
horses
tethered
before
the
houses
.
But
we
did
not
see
Lee
at
Parowan
.
Cedar
City
was
the
last
settlement
.
Laban
,
who
had
ridden
on
ahead
,
came
back
and
reported
to
father
.
His
first
news
was
significant
.
"
I
seen
that
Lee
skedaddling
out
as
I
rid
in
,
Captain
.
An
'
there
's
more
men-folk
an
'
horses
in
Cedar
City
than
the
size
of
the
place
'd
warrant
.
"
But
we
had
no
trouble
at
the
settlement
.
Beyond
refusing
to
sell
us
food
,
they
left
us
to
ourselves
.
The
women
and
children
stayed
in
the
houses
,
and
though
some
of
the
men
appeared
in
sight
they
did
not
,
as
on
former
occasions
,
enter
our
camp
and
taunt
us
.
It
was
at
Cedar
City
that
the
Wainwright
baby
died
.
I
remember
Mrs.
Wainwright
weeping
and
pleading
with
Laban
to
try
to
get
some
cow
's
milk
.
"
It
may
save
the
baby
's
life
,
"
she
said
.
"
And
they
've
got
cow
's
milk
.
I
saw
fresh
cows
with
my
own
eyes
.
Go
on
,
please
,
Laban
.
It
wo
n't
hurt
you
to
try
.
They
can
only
refuse
.
But
they
wo
n't
.
Tell
them
it
's
for
a
baby
,
a
wee
little
baby
.
Mormon
women
have
mother
's
hearts
.
They
could
n't
refuse
a
cup
of
milk
for
a
wee
little
baby
.
"
And
Laban
tried
.
But
,
as
he
told
father
afterward
,
he
did
not
get
to
see
any
Mormon
women
.
He
saw
only
the
Mormon
men
,
who
turned
him
away
.
This
was
the
last
Mormon
outpost
.
Beyond
lay
the
vast
desert
,
with
,
on
the
other
side
of
it
,
the
dream
land
,
ay
,
the
myth
land
,
of
California
.
As
our
wagons
rolled
out
of
the
place
in
the
early
morning
I
,
sitting
beside
my
father
on
the
driver
's
seat
,
saw
Laban
give
expression
to
his
feelings
.
We
had
gone
perhaps
half
a
mile
,
and
were
topping
a
low
rise
that
would
sink
Cedar
City
from
view
,
when
Laban
turned
his
horse
around
,
halted
it
,
and
stood
up
in
the
stirrups
.
Where
he
had
halted
was
a
new-made
grave
,
and
I
knew
it
for
the
Wainwright
baby
's
--
not
the
first
of
our
graves
since
we
had
crossed
the
Wasatch
mountains
.
