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Portrait of Theodore Winthrop Theodore Winthrop John Brent — Chapter VIII. A Mormon Caravan

Nothing could be more systematic than its arrangement. Order is welcome in the world. Order is only second to beauty. It is, indeed, the skeleton of beauty. Beauty seeks order, and becomes its raiment. Every great white-hooded, picturesque wagon of the Mormon caravan was in its place. The tongue of each rested on the axle of its forerunner, or was ranged upon the grass beneath. The ellipse became a fort and a corral.
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Portrait of Theodore Winthrop Theodore Winthrop John Brent — Chapter VIII. A Mormon Caravan

A man who has no more wit than to believe the trash they teach, has no business with anything but stupid drudgery. He will never suffer with discovering his faith to be a delusion.”
“You may say that of a grown man; but think of the children, — to grow up in desecrated homes, and never know the close and tender influence of family nurture.”
“The state owes them an interference and an education.”
“So it does; and the women protection from polygamy, whether they will or no.”
“Certainly. Polygamy makes woman a slave, either by force, or influence stronger than force.
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Portrait of Theodore Winthrop Theodore Winthrop John Brent — Chapter VIII. A Mormon Caravan

A Mormon Caravan Still, as we rode along, the same rich, tranquil days of October; the air always potable gold, and every breath nepenthe.
Early on one of the fairest of afternoons when all were fairest, we reached Fort Bridger. Bridger had been an old hunter, trapper, and by and by that forlorn hope of civilization, the holder of an Indian trading-post.
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