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He
was
a
weird
figure
of
a
man
.
Aged
and
lean
,
long-faced
,
hollow-checked
,
with
matted
,
sunburnt
hair
that
fell
below
the
shoulders
of
his
buckskin
shirt
,
his
face
was
distorted
with
hatred
and
helpless
rage
.
Holding
his
long
rifle
in
his
bridle-hand
,
he
shook
his
free
fist
at
Cedar
City
.
"
God
's
curse
on
all
of
you
!
"
he
cried
out
.
"
On
your
children
,
and
on
your
babes
unborn
.
May
drought
destroy
your
crops
.
May
you
eat
sand
seasoned
with
the
venom
of
rattlesnakes
.
May
the
sweet
water
of
your
springs
turn
to
bitter
alkali
.
May
...
"
Here
his
words
became
indistinct
as
our
wagons
rattled
on
;
but
his
heaving
shoulders
and
brandishing
fist
attested
that
he
had
only
begun
to
lay
the
curse
.
That
he
expressed
the
general
feeling
in
our
train
was
evidenced
by
the
many
women
who
leaned
from
the
wagons
,
thrusting
out
gaunt
forearms
and
shaking
bony
,
labour-malformed
fists
at
the
last
of
Mormondom
.
A
man
,
who
walked
in
the
sand
and
goaded
the
oxen
of
the
wagon
behind
ours
,
laughed
and
waved
his
goad
.
It
was
unusual
,
that
laugh
,
for
there
had
been
no
laughter
in
our
train
for
many
days
.
"
Give
'm
hell
,
Laban
,
"
he
encouraged
.
"
Them
's
my
sentiments
.
"
And
as
our
train
rolled
on
I
continued
to
look
back
at
Laban
,
standing
in
his
stirrups
by
the
baby
's
grave
.
Truly
he
was
a
weird
figure
,
with
his
long
hair
,
his
moccasins
,
and
fringed
leggings
.
So
old
and
weather-beaten
was
his
buckskin
shirt
that
ragged
filaments
,
here
and
there
,
showed
where
proud
fringes
once
had
been
.
He
was
a
man
of
flying
tatters
.
I
remember
,
at
his
waist
,
dangled
dirty
tufts
of
hair
that
,
far
back
in
the
journey
,
after
a
shower
of
rain
,
were
wont
to
show
glossy
black
.
These
I
knew
were
Indian
scalps
,
and
the
sight
of
them
always
thrilled
me
.
"
It
will
do
him
good
,
"
father
commended
,
more
to
himself
than
to
me
.
"
I
've
been
looking
for
days
for
him
to
blow
up
.
"
"
I
wish
he
'd
go
back
and
take
a
couple
of
scalps
,
"
I
volunteered
.
My
father
regarded
me
quizzically
.
"
Do
n't
like
the
Mormons
,
eh
,
son
?
"
