No man will take her from me.

She's Lucy Ferrier from this day on.

Who are you, though ?" he continued, glancing with curiosity at his stalwart, sunburned rescuers; "there seems to be a powerful lot of ye." "Nigh upon ten thousand," said one of the young men; "we are the persecuted children of God--the chosen of the Angel Merona." "I never heard tell on him," said the wanderer.

"He appears to have chosen a fair crowd of ye." "Do not jest at that which is sacred," said the other sternly.

"We are of those who believe in those sacred writings, drawn in Egyptian letters on plates of beaten gold, which were handed unto the holy Joseph Smith at Palmyra.