Here was a stricken Rachel, a barren Sarah to be transformed by the touch of the Saints to a mother of many children.

Here would the lambs of the Lord be safe at last from the Gentile wolves--safe for a time at least, until so long as it might take the Lions of the Lord to come to their growth.

And that was to be no indefinite period; for had not Brigham just said, with a snap of his great jaws and a cold flash of his blue eyes, "Let us alone ten years here, and we'll ask no odds of Uncle Sam or the Devil!" There on the summit they knelt to entreat the mercy of God upon the land.

The next day, by their leader's direction, they consecrated the valley to the Lord, and planted six acres of potatoes..