| PART II.  The Country of the Saints.
2. CHAPTER II.  THE FLOWER OF UTAH.
 THIS is not the place to commemorate the trials and 
 privations endured by the immigrant Mormons before they came 
 to their final haven.  From the shores of the Mississippi to 
 the western slopes of the Rocky Mountains they had struggled 
 on with a constancy almost unparalleled in history.  The 
 savage man, and the savage beast, hunger, thirst, fatigue, 
 and disease -- every impediment which Nature could place in 
 the way, had all been overcome with Anglo-Saxon tenacity.  
 Yet the long journey and the accumulated terrors had shaken 
 the hearts of the stoutest among them.  There was not one who 
 did not sink upon his knees in heartfelt prayer when they saw 
 the broad valley of Utah bathed in the sunlight beneath them, 
 and learned from the lips of their leader that this was the 
 promised land, and that these virgin acres were to be theirs 
 for evermore. Young speedily proved himself to be a skilful administrator 
 as well as a resolute chief.  Maps were drawn and charts 
 prepared, in which the future city was sketched out.  All 
 around farms were apportioned and allotted in proportion to 
 the standing of each individual.  The tradesman was put to 
 his trade and the artisan to his calling.  In the town 
 streets and squares sprang up, as if by magic.  In the 
 country there was draining and hedging, planting and 
 clearing, until the next summer saw the whole country golden 
 with the wheat crop.  Everything prospered in the strange 
 settlement.  Above all, the great temple which they had 
 erected in the centre of the city grew ever taller and 
 larger.  From the first blush of dawn until the closing of 
 the twilight, the clatter of the hammer and the rasp of the 
 saw was never absent from the monument which the immigrants 
 erected to Him who had led them safe through many dangers. The two castaways, John Ferrier and the little girl who had 
 shared his fortunes and had been adopted as his daughter, 
 accompanied the Mormons to the end of their great pilgrimage.  
 Little Lucy Ferrier was borne along pleasantly enough in 
 Elder Stangerson's waggon, a retreat which she shared with 
 the Mormon's three wives and with his son, a headstrong 
 forward boy of twelve.  Having rallied, with the elasticity 
 of childhood, from the shock caused by her mother's death, 
 she soon became a pet with the women, and reconciled herself 
 to this new life in her moving canvas-covered home.  In the 
 meantime Ferrier having recovered from his privations, 
 distinguished himself as a useful guide and an indefatigable 
 hunter.  So rapidly did he gain the esteem of his new 
 companions, that when they reached the end of their wanderings, 
 it was unanimously agreed that he should be provided with as 
 large and as fertile a tract of land as any of the settlers, 
 with the exception of Young himself, and of Stangerson, Kemball, 
 Johnston, and Drebber, who were the four principal Elders. |