You are such a baby-calf that we would have to sugar your soap to coax you to wash yourself on Saturday night.

Go home to your mammy, straightaway, and the sooner the better." This was the manner, thought Joel Rae, that Federal officials should be treated when they were out of sympathy with Zion--though he thought he might perhaps have chosen words that would be more dignified had the task been entrusted to him.

He told Brigham his satisfaction with the address when the excited congregation had dispersed, and the alarmed Brocchus had gone.
"That is the course we must take, Brother Brigham--do more of it.

Unless we take our stand now against aggression, the Lord will surely smite us again with famine and pestilence." And Brigham had answered, in the tones of a man who knows, "Wait just a little!" But there came famine upon them again; in punishment, declared Joel Rae, for their ungodly temporising with the minions of the United States government.

In '54 the grasshoppers ate their growing crops.