There cheer abounded.  They had a huge camp-fire tended by the Bishop’s numerous children.  Near by was a smaller fire over which the good man’s four wives, able-bodied, glowing, and cordial, cooked the supper.  In little ways they sought to lighten his sorrow or to put his mind away from it.  To this end the Bishop contributed by pouring him drink from a large brown jug.

“Not that I approve of it, boy, but it’ll hearten you,—­some of the best peach brandy I ever sniffed.  I got it at the still-house last week for use in time of trouble,—­and this here time is it.”

He drank the fiery stuff from the gourd in which it was given him, and choked until they brought him water.  But presently the warmth stole along his cold, dead nerves so that he became intensely alive from head to foot, and strangely exalted.  And when they offered him food he ate eagerly and talked.  It seemed to him there had been a thousand matters that he had long wished to speak of; matters of moment in which he felt deeply; yet on which he had strangely neglected to touch till now.

He talked long with the Bishop when the women had climbed into their wagon for the night.  He amazed that good man by asking him if the Lord would not be pleased to have them, now, as they were, go back to Nauvoo and descend upon the Gentiles to smite them.  The Bishop counselled him to have patience.

“What could we do how with these few old fusees and cheap arms that we managed to smuggle across—­to say nothing of half of us being down sick?”

“But we are Israel, and surely Israel’s God—­”

“The Lord had His chance the other day if He’d wanted it, when they took the town.  No, Joel, He means us to gether out and become strong enough to beat ’em in our own might.  But you wait; our day will come, and all the more credit to us then for doin’ it ourselves.  Then we’ll consecrate the herds and flocks of the Gentile and his store and basket, his gold and silver, and his myrrh and frankincense.  But for the present—­well, we got to be politic and kind of modest about such doin’s.  The big Fan, the Sons of Dan, done good work in Missouri and better in Nauvoo, and it’ll do still better where we’re goin’.  But we must be patient.  Only next time we’ll get to work quicker.  If the Gentiles had been seen to quicker in Nauvoo, Joseph would be with us now.  We learned our lesson there.  Now the Lord has unfurled a Standard of Zion for the gathering of Israel, and this time we’ll fix the Gentiles early.”

“Amen!  Brother Seth.”

A look of deep hatred had clouded the older man’s face as he spoke.  He continued.

“Let the wrath of God abide upon ’em, and remember that we’re bein’ tried and proved for a purpose.  And we got to be more practical.  You been too theoretical yourself and too high-flyin’ in your notions.  The Kingdom ain’t to be set up on earth by faith alone.  The Lord has got to have works, like I told you about the other day.”