Міжзірковий мандрівник
Chapter 12
IwaspreparedforIknewnotwhatviolentvisitationfromthisterriblestranger,andIwatchedhimwarilywhileheconsideredmewiththeutmostgravity.
Atlasthespoke,andhespokesolemnly,withsolemnshakingofthehead,asifdeliveringajudgment.
“Likefatherslikesons,”hesaid.“Theyounggenerationisasbadastheelder.Thewholebreedisunregenerateanddamned.Thereisnosavingit,theyoungortheold.Thereisnoatonement.NoteventhebloodofChristcanwipeoutitsiniquities.”
“DamnedMormon!”wasallIcouldsobathim.“DamnedMormon!DamnedMormon!DamnedMormon!”
AndIcontinuedtodamnhimandtodancearoundthefirebeforemymother’savenginghand,untilhestrodeaway.
Whenmyfather,andthemenwhohadaccompaniedhim,returned,camp-workceased,whileallcrowdedanxiouslyabouthim.Heshookhishead.
“Theywillnotsell?”somewomandemanded.
Againheshookhishead.
Amanspokeup,ablue-eyed,blond-whiskeredgiantofthirty,whoabruptlypressedhiswayintothecentreofthecrowd.
“Theysaytheyhaveflourandprovisionsforthreeyears,Captain,”hesaid.
