“I am just about as safe jogging along in one of your waggons as anywhere in this part of the country,” observed Elvira; “and if it was a craving for peace and safety we had, why did we come to Missouri at all?  I feel exactly like a rabbit when the men are out trying to thin them; I notice they get very frisky.”

There was psychological truth underlying this statement.  Stimulated by the excitements of sudden alarms, Susannah also found herself enjoying intervals of temporary security with peculiar zest.

They set forth again upon the country roads.  Halsey had the burden of his message upon his spirit; wherever they found a few Mormon households gathered together, he preached to them the high ideals of Christian living and the need of humility and constant prayer.  Another theme he had which he considered of equal importance; this was the interpretation of prophecy.  He gave long rapt discourses upon the most obscure passages in the books of the prophets, the Revelation of St. John, and the Book of Mormon.  These passages were found chiefly to refer to the rise of the Mormon Church, the iniquity of her enemies, and her glorious future.  Susannah, who saw the value of his practical teachings, bitterly regretted this use of half his opportunities.

Only once or twice in many weeks did they come upon a Mormon household whose management was not such as the moralist would approve, and in those cases before Halsey’s passionate denunciation sins were confessed and repentance promised.

So they journeyed slowly out of the September heats and oppressive shades into the cooler and more open glories of autumn.  In that part of the country wild flowers run riot at the approach of winter, painting the land in broad leagues of colour, white and gold and blue, and the trees of the forest hang in red curtains overhead.  The air was so light and invigorating that they all felt its tonic properties.  Halsey seemed eased of his burden; the child began to talk, babbling wise and wonderful speeches.  Elvira was even more frivolous than was her wont, and Susannah almost forgot Halsey’s dismal prophecy of martyrdom.

About the middle of October they reached the place called Haun’s Mill, where a small Mormon community was settled.  Here they thought well to pause, shocked by renewed rumours of warfare.  A truce for the whole region, which had been signed by Smith and some of his elders on the one side, and by a magistrate, by name Adam Black, for the Gentiles, had been broken by Gentile mobs in several of the counties near Far West.  A number of the saints had been brutally killed, their wives and children driven from their homes at the point of the bayonet.  This renewed outrage roused at last the fires of revenge, long smouldering in the breasts of the refugees from the desolate city of Zion, who had themselves known the bitterness of such unmerited wrong.  These fires fused religious principle and natural wrath together, till a chain was forged which bound many strong men in a secret society, whose members swore to fight, not only in defence, but especially in vengeance.