eau if I were
you, and get Brother Warden to take a front place and try the quality of
those excellent bomb-shells of ours. A little knowledge is a dangerous
thing, my friend; I should never have tried on such an unsportsmanlike
game, unless you had first treated me to it, and the result just serves
you right."

In the afternoon Grenville was led out; his fetters, much to his
delight, were taken off; and, escorted by a guard of a hundred men, he
was marched away to the place of execution.

Arrived there, the prisoner found it to be a perfectly level forest
glade about half a mile across--open sward in the centre, with the
forest fringing it on all sides but one. The one remaining side was,
however, guarded by the dreadful River of Death, which at this point
flowed with a slow hoarse murmur between rugged cliffs which, nearly
three hundred feet above, seemed to brood over the stream as it glided
beneath. If it be an accepted fact that still waters run deep, then the
depth of the River (the chasm being some thirty feet across) must at
this point have been considerable; whilst, to add to the dreary
solemnity of the place, the dark shadows of the trees in the background
seemed to keep friendly and untiring watch over the graves of the Mormon
dead.

On looking round him, Grenville came to the conclusion that positively
the entire community of both sexes had assembled in this forest glade,
partly to swell the funeral cortege of the Holy Three, and partly, no
doubt, drawn by curiosity, or by vengeful feelings, to see the very last
of himself personally.

Of the burial rites our friend saw but little, as his guards kept the
unbelieving Gentile at a respectful distance from the remains of the
holy dead; but the moment the funeral was over, there arose from the
whole of that vast crowd one mighty earth-shaking yell for vengeance on
the common foe. Men, women, and children alike lent their voices to
this fearful cry; and well, in sooth, they might, for there were few
families in the comparatively small community of the latter day Saints
which had not recently been rendered houses of mourning by one action or
another of the prisoner or his friends.

On hearing the cry of the people thirsting for his blood, Grenville
started; then, drawing himself up proudly, he took a long farewell
glance at the setting sun, the distant mountains, the dense dark forest,
and the green and rolling veldt, and then, walking to the spot indica