Only by some such infernal strategy, the young Elder assured them, could the Gentiles ever henceforth cast them down.
For many days their way lay through these herds of buffalo--herds so far-reaching that none could count their numbers or even see their farther line, lost in the distance over the swell of the plains.

Often their way was barred until a herd would pass, making the earth tremble, and with a noise like muffled thunder.

They waited gladly, feeling that these were obstacles on the way to Zion.
Thus far it had been a land of moderate plenty, one in which they were, at least, not compelled to look to Heaven for manna.

Besides the buffalo which the hunters learned to kill, they found deer, antelope, great flocks of geese and splendid bronzed wild turkeys.

Even the truculent grizzly came to be numbered among their trophies.
Day after day marched the bearded host,--farmers with ploughs, mechanics with tools, builders, craftsmen, woodsmen, all the needed factors of a colony, led by the greatest coloniser of modern times, their one great aim being to make ready some spot in the wilderness for the second advent of the Messiah.