But there it is--and I don't believe the critters will let many of these vile apostates get beyond the rocky walls of Zion." Those who could listen between the words began to suspect that the souls of such apostates had been duly saved.
Yet one apostate the very next day was rash enough to controvert the Bishop's views.

To a group of men in the public street at high noon and in a loud voice he declared his intention of leaving for California, and he spoke evil of the Church.
"I tell you," he said, in tones of some excitement, "men are murdered here.

Their murder is planned by Bishops, Priests, Elders, and Apostles, by the President and his Counsellors, and then it is done by men they send to do it.

Their laying it on to the Indians don't fool me a minute.
That's the kind of a church this is, and you don't ketch me staying in it any longer!" Trees had been early planted in the new settlement, and owing to the care bestowed upon them by the thrifty colonists, many were now matured.
From a stout limb of one of these the speaker was found hanging the following morning.

A coroner's jury hastily summoned from among the Saints found that he had committed suicide.
Another whose soul was irrevocably lost was Frederick Loba, who had refused to take more than one wife in spite of the most explicit advice from his superiors that he could attain to but little glory either in this world or that to come with less than three.