Near a squalid hut on the outskirts of Cedar City he noticed a woman staggering under an armful of wood.

She was bareheaded, with hair disordered, her cheeks hollowed, and her skin yellow and bloodless.

He remembered the tale he had heard when he came down.

He thought she must be that wife of Bishop Snow who had been put away.

He rode up to the cabin as the woman threw her wood inside.