VII
The Mormon Cavalcade
When daylight came, the Mormon tents were folded, the beasts of burden harnessed, and the march was begun. The crowd was so precisely regimented, almost military, that the march was without disorder. Every man, every family knew its place; in the twinkling of an eye the column was formed.
They all blindly followed their "leader" with that foolish confidence which characterizes the human race when its greed has been aroused; their eyes eagerly sought that promised land where milk and honey flowed in streams, where the fruits were of gold, the flowers diamonds, the earth a dust of fine pearls
That infatuated mob would have stoned anyone who tried to disillusion them; the prophet who predicted that all those beautiful hopes would end in a lonely death in some barr
