The thought overwhelmed.
"If we could only start at once!" he said to Bishop Wright, who had read the revelation with him.

But the canny Bishop's religious zeal was henceforth to be tempered by the wisdom of the children of darkness.
"No more travelling in this kind of a time for the Saints," the Bishop replied.

"We got our full of that when we first left Nauvoo.

We had to scrape snow from the ground and set up tents when it was fifteen or twenty below zero, and nine children born one night in that weather.

Of course it was better than staying at Nauvoo to be shot; but no one is going to shoot us here, so here we'll tarry till grass grows and water runs." "But there was a chance to show devotion, Brother Seth.