There is no saving it, the young or the old.

There is no atonement.

Not even the blood of Christ can wipe out its iniquities." "Damned Mormon!" was all I could sob at him.

"Damned Mormon! Damned Mormon! Damned Mormon!" And I continued to damn him and to dance around the fire before my mother's avenging hand, until he strode away.
When my father, and the men who had accompanied him, returned, camp-work ceased, while all crowded anxiously about him.

He shook his head.
"They will not sell ?" some woman demanded.
Again he shook his head.
A man spoke up, a blue-eyed, blond-whiskered giant of thirty, who abruptly pressed his way into the centre of the crowd.
"They say they have flour and provisions for three years, Captain," he said.