So it was that I fell asleep, oppressed by the dire fate that seemed to overhang us, and pondering upon Brigham Young who bulked in my child imagination as a fearful, malignant being, a very devil with horns and tail and all.
* * * * * And I awoke to the old pain of the jacket in solitary.

About me were the customary four: Warden Atherton, Captain Jamie, Doctor Jackson, and Al Hutchins.

I cracked my face with my willed smile, and struggled not to lose control under the exquisite torment of returning circulation.

I drank the water they held to me, waved aside the proffered bread, and refused to speak.

I closed my eyes and strove to win back to the chain- locked wagon-circle at Nephi.