eyes to everything else.'

'What is his name?'

'Well, over here they call him the Preacher, principally because he
does not preach, I suppose. It is a way they have over on Beaver to
call people names; they call me Believer.'

'Believer?'

'Yes, because I believe nothing; at least so, they think.'

A few days later, out they sailed over the freed water, around the
point, through the sedge-gate growing green again, across the
channelled marsh, and out towards the Beavers,--Fog and Waring, armed
as if for a foray.

'Why,' asked Waring.

'It's safer; the Mormons are a queer lot,' was the reply.

When they came in sight of the islands, the younger man scanned them
curiously. Some years later an expedition composed of exasperated
crews of lake schooners, exasperated fishermen, exasperated mainland
settlers, sailed westward through the straits bound for these islands,
armed to the teeth and determined upon vengence and slaughter. False
lights, stolen nets, and stolen wives were their grievances; and no
aid coming from the general government, then as now sorely perplexed
over the Mormon problem, they took justice into their own hands and
sailed bravely out, with the stars and stripes floating from the mast