They heard each word now, but still they leaned forward as when he spoke at first, inaudibly—­caught thrilled and breathless in his spell, even to the Elders, Priests, and Apostles sitting near him.  Nor was his manner alone impressive.  His words were new.  He was calling them sinners and covenant-breakers, guilty of pride, covetousness, contention, lying, stealing, moral uncleanness—­and launching upon them the curse of Israel’s God unless they should repent.

“It has been told you again and again,” he thundered, “that if you wish to be great in the Kingdom of God you must be good.  It has been told you many times, and now I burn the words once more into the bones of your soul, that in this kingdom which the great Elohim has again set up on earth, no man, no woman, can become great without being good, without being true to his integrity, faithful to his trust, full of charity and good works.

“Hear it now:  if you do not order your lives to do all the good you can, if you are false to one trust, you shall be stripped naked before Jehovah of all your anticipations of greatness.  And you have failed in your work; you have been false to your trust; you have been lax and wicked, and you have temporised, nay, affiliated with Gentiles.  I have asked myself if this, after all, may not have been the chief cause of God’s present wrath upon us.  The flesh is weak.  I have had my own hours of wrestling with Satan.  We all know his cunning to take shapes that most weaken, beguile, and unman us, and small wonder if many of us succumb.  But this other sin is wilful.  Not only have Gentile officers, Federal officers, come among us and been let to insult, abuse, calumniate, and to trample upon our most sacred ordinances, but we have consorted, traded, and held relations with the Gentiles that pass by us.  You have the term ‘winter Mormons,’ a generation of vipers who come here, marry your daughters in the fall, rest with you during the winter, and pass on to the gold fields in the spring, never to return.  You, yourselves, coined the Godless phrase.  But how can you utter it without crimson faces?  I tell you now, God is to make a short work upon this earth.  His lines are being drawn, and many of you before me will be left outside.  The curtains of Zion have been spread, but you are gone beyond their folds.  You are no longer numbered in the household of faith.  For your weak souls the sealing keys of power have been delivered in vain.  You have become waymarks to the kingdom of folly.  This is truth I tell you.  It has been frozen and starved into me, but it will be burned into you.  For your sins, the road between here and the Missouri River is a road between two lines of graves.  For your sins, from the little band I have just brought in, one hundred and fifty faithful ones fell asleep by the wayside, and their bodies went to be gnawed by the wolves.  How long shall others die for you?  Forever, think you?  No!  Your last day is come.  Repent, confess your sins in all haste, be buried again in the waters of baptism, then cast out the Gentile, and throw off his yoke,—­and thereafter walk in trembling all your days,—­for your wickedness has been great.”