In '55 they came again with insatiate maws--and on what they left the drought and frost worked their malignant spells.

The following winter great numbers of their cattle and sheep perished on the range in the heavy snows.
The spring of '56 found them again digging roots and resorting to all the old pitiful makeshifts of famine.
"This," declared Joel Rae, to the starving people, "is a judgment of Heaven upon us for permitting Gentile aggression.

It is meant to clench into our minds the God's truth that we must stand by our faith with the arms of war if need be." "Brother Rae is just a little mite soul-proud," Brigham thereupon confided to his counsellors, "and I wouldn't wonder if the Lord would be glad to see some of it taken out of him.

Anyway, I've got a job for him that will just about do it.".