Honoré Willsie,
The Exile of The Lariat — Chapter 12
(1923)
“ Then while the shouts still echoed in the snow laden silence of the neighboring hills, the crowd fell upon Hugh, clasping his hands, pounding him on the back and gradually moving him into the warmth of the school-house.“But look here!” protested Hugh, with a grin, as they placed him near the stove and gave him a steaming cup of coffee, “this isn’t the kind of welcome you led me to expect down here.” “We’d ’a’ welcomed the devil if he’d done what you done, Stewart,” said a grizzled Mormon. “That boy is more to Big Elijah than his wife or his five daughters or his three ranches.” ”
