Who are the tourists in the desert?

The central part of the North American continent, from the Sierra Nevada to Brascat, is a place name in the Midwest of the United States and is now a state. -Translator's Note: From yellowstone river in the north to Colorado in the south, all are the names of the Midwest of the United States, and now they are all states. -translator's note, it is a completely desolate area, which has always been an obstacle to cultural development. There are snow-capped mountains with long years of snow, dark and gloomy deep valleys, rivers running between rocky canyons, boundless snow in winter and gray saline-alkali wasteland in summer. However, on the whole, this is a barren land.

In this endless desert, there is no one. Only occasionally there are Boni and Boni Blackfoot, which is the tribal name of primitive Indians in the northwest of the United States. -Translator's Note Passing by here in droves, going to other hunting areas. Even the bravest and strongest people are eager to get out of this terrible wasteland and return to the prairie as soon as possible. Here, only coyotes walk through the low bushes, only stupid grizzly bears look for food in dark canyons, and only giant eagles hover in the sky. Besides, there is no life to show.

Located in the Blanca Mountains, the Blanca Mountains are a branch of the Rocky Mountains in Colorado, USA. From a distance, you can see a winding path, winding through the desert and finally disappearing on the distant horizon. This small route was gradually formed after years of trampling by countless adventurers and rolling by countless vehicles. On this road, there are a lot of things in the east and a lot of things in the west. Under the scorching sun, shiny white things are everywhere. When you look closer, the white thing turns out to be piles of white bones: the big and thick ones are cow bones, and the small and thin ones are human bones. This 1 100-mile-long commercial road is followed by the remains of predecessors who fell on the side of the road.

1847 On May 4th, a lonely traveler saw this terrible thing on the mountain. This lonely man looks like a lonely ghost who has suffered a lot. Even a man with a strong eye can hardly judge whether he is forty or nearly sixty. His face was thin and gaunt, and only a protruding bone remained under his brown skin, like dried sheepskin. His long brown beard and hair have turned gray, and his eyes are deep and dull. The hand holding the gun has no muscles. When he was standing, he supported himself with a gun. But judging from his tall figure and burly figure, he was originally a very strong man. Now, his thin face and clothes that cover his thin body like big pockets make him look old. It seems that this man is dying of hunger and thirst.

He trudged along the valley to this highland step by step, fighting hunger and thirst, hoping to find some water. However, there are endless saline-alkali land and barren hills far away from the horizon, and even the shadow of a tree can't be seen, let alone the water that can keep the tree alive. There is no hope at all in this vast highland. He looked around for a week with crazy and confused eyes and clearly realized that he had come to the end of his life. He will die on this bare cliff. "What's the difference between dying here and dying in a goose down bed twenty years later?" He muttered to himself and sat down in the shadow of a prominent stone.

Before he sat down on the ground, he threw the useless rifle on the ground and put down the big bag wrapped in a big gray shawl on his right shoulder. He seems too tired to carry it. When he put down his luggage, he landed heavily, so that a cry came from the gray luggage, a frightened face emerged, a pair of bright brown eyes and two chubby little freckled hands stretched out.

"You hurt me." The child complained in a childish voice.

"Really?" The man said apologetically, "I didn't mean to." As he spoke, he opened the gray bag and took out a beautiful little girl. This is a little girl about five years old, wearing delicate little shoes, a beautiful pink coat and a linen bib. You can tell how much her mother loves her from her clothes. Although her face is a little pale, her strong arms and calves show that she has not suffered much.

"Are you better now?" The man saw that she was still rubbing her unkempt blonde hair behind her head and asked with concern.

"Just kiss here." She said seriously and pointed out where her head touched the man. "Mom is always like this. Where's mom? "

"Mom is gone, and I think we will see her soon."

The little girl said, "What, she left? Really? She hasn't said goodbye to me yet. She used to say goodbye to me every time she went to her aunt's house for tea. She has been gone for three days now. Hey, are you thirsty too? Is there nothing to eat and drink here? "

"No, it's nothing, dear. You can bear it for a while, and then it will be fine. Put your head on me. Well, it will make you more comfortable. My lips are as dry as leather and it's hard to talk, but I'd better tell you the truth. What's that in your hand? "

The little girl showed the man two pieces of mica and said happily, "Look, how beautiful it is! I'll give them to Bob's brother when I get home. "

The man said firmly, "you will soon see something more beautiful than this." By the way, I just wanted to tell you, do you remember the river we left? "

"Well, I remember."

"At that time, we estimated that we would meet another river soon. But, you know, I don't know if there is something wrong with the compass, the map or anything else. We have never seen this river again. You have almost finished drinking water, leaving only a little for your children to drink. Later-later-"

"I can't even wash my face." The little girl interrupted him with a serious face. At the same time, look up at the man's dirty face.

"Not only can't wash your face, but the water you drink is gone. Mr. Bender left first, then Indian Pete, then Mrs. McGregor, Johnny Horn, and finally, dear, your mother. "

"You mean, mom died, too." The little girl said, burying her face in her bib and crying.

"Yes, they are all dead, just you and me. At first, I thought I could find water here, so I walked here step by step behind your back. As a result, there is no water here, and it seems that we can hardly survive! "

Hearing this, the child stopped crying, raised his tearful face and asked, "So, are we going to die too?"

"I feel fast."

"Why didn't you tell me earlier?" The little girl smiled happily. "I got a fright. Wouldn't it be better to die? We can be with mom again. "

"Yes, baby, I can."

"You will see her. I want to tell my mother that you are very kind to me. I believe she will meet us at the gate of heaven. Well, she still has a big pot of water in her hand, and a lot of steaming buckwheat cakes, both sides of which are brown, just like Bob and I like to eat. But how long will we have to wait before we die? "

"I don't know-it won't be long." The man looked at the horizon in the north while talking. It turned out that on the distant horizon, three small black spots appeared, and the black spots came quickly and became bigger and bigger. Soon, you can see that they are three big brown birds. They circled over the heads of two poor people and finally landed on a big stone. These are three giant vultures, which are called vultures in the western United States. They are omens of impending death.

"Rooster and hen," the little girl said happily, pointing to three huge sculptures and patting her little hands constantly, trying to make them fly in shock. "Do you think this place was also created by God?"

"Of course." The man was startled by the child's question.

The little girl went on to say, "He built Illinois there, and so did Missouri. I don't think he built this place. The people who built this place are not good at all. He even forgot to build water sources and trees. "

The man said uneasily, "Let's pray, shall we?"

"But it's not evening yet." The little girl replied.

"It doesn't matter, you can pray at any time. Don't worry, God won't blame us. Now pray, as you used to do in the caravan every night. "

"Why don't you pray for yourself?" The little girl asked with round eyes.

The man said, "I forgot my prayer." I stopped praying when I was only half the height of that gun. But I think it's not too late to pray. You will feel better when you pray. "

Only the giant eagle saw this strange scene: two tramps knelt side by side on a narrow shawl, one was an innocent little girl and the other was a tall and strong adventurer. Together, they raised their faces, looked up at the cloudless sky and prayed to the gods devoutly. One voice is crisp and gentle, the other is deep and hoarse, and they beg for God's mercy and forgiveness. After the prayer, they sat down in the shadow under the big stone, and the child leaned against the man's broad chest and fell asleep slowly. He began to watch her sleep, but after a while, he couldn't resist the fatigue-he hadn't slept for three days and nights-and his eyelids drooped slowly. Finally, he closed his eyes and his head drooped over his chest. His white beard was mixed with the child's blonde hair, and both of them fell asleep.

If the man insists on it for half an hour, he can see this scene: a piece of kitchen smoke rises at the end of this saline-alkali land. At first, it was difficult to distinguish the smoke in the distance. Later, the smoke flew higher and higher and spread continuously. A thick cloud formed in the sky. Apparently, it was raised by the horse of the brigade. If this is a fertile grassland, people will think that this is a large group of cattle running. But in this barren land, there are obviously no cows. The thick smoke is getting closer and closer to the cliff where two poor people sleep. In the long smoke, canvas-topped cars and armed knights appeared. It turns out that this is a westbound caravan. This team is really big! In this endless wasteland, two-wheeled vehicles and four-wheeled vehicles are in an endless stream. Some people ride on horses, while others walk under them. In the intermittent procession, countless women hobbled forward with heavy burdens on their shoulders. Most children are kneeling beside the car on tiptoe, and some children are sitting in the car and looking out from the white hood. Obviously, this is not an ordinary immigrant team, but a nomadic people. Because of the environment, they had to move and find another paradise. In this silent wasteland, people hissed and shouted, and the rumble of cars shook the earth, but the two sleeping poor people didn't wake up.

Walking in the front of the team are more than 20 serious and determined riders. They wear simple hand-woven clothes and carry rifles. At the foot of the mountain, they stopped to have a brief discussion for a while.

A man with tight lips, clean beard and gray hair said, "There is a well on the right, brothers, go to the right."

The other said, "Let's walk along the right side of Blanca Mountain, so that we can reach Leo Grant."

The third man shouted, "Don't worry about water shortage. A god who can draw water from rocks will not abandon his followers. "

"amen! Amen! " Several people prayed in unison.

Just as they were about to hit the road again, a young man with the best eyesight suddenly pointed to the towering cliff above them and let out a cry. It turned out that he saw a little pink thing floating on it, which was more vivid and conspicuous against the gray rock. When the riders saw this thing, they all bridled and raised their guns. At the same time, more riders came from behind to reinforce. They shouted, "There is a red man!" "

"There can't be a red man here," said an old man who looked like a leader. "We have passed through the Bonny Red Zone, and we won't meet any tribes until we cross the mountain in front."

One of them said, "Brother Stangerson, shall I go up and have a look?"

"I'll go, too." A dozen people volunteered to say.

"Well, leave the horse here and we'll wait for you below." The elder said.

After receiving the instructions, the young people immediately closed the horse, tied the horse and climbed along the steep hillside to the target that caught their attention.

They moved forward quietly and quickly, one by one, agile and obviously well trained. People at the foot of the mountain saw them stepping on the ground between rocks and soon reached the top of the mountain. The people behind him looked forward and were stunned by what they saw.

On a small piece of flat land on the cliff, stands a big stone. There is a tall man lying beside the stone. I saw him with a long beard and a haggard face. Judging from his serene expression, he slept soundly. A little girl slept next to him. The little girl's round, white arms hug the adult's black and thin neck. Her little head with golden hair leans on the chest of the man wearing a cotton wool coat, her red mouth is slightly open, revealing two rows of neat white teeth, and a naughty smile hangs on her childish face; White chubby calves are wearing white socks, clean shoes, and the buttons of shoes are shining. These are in stark contrast to the partners who have been thin since childhood. On the rock above them stood three huge vultures eyeing up. When they saw so many people coming, they cried in disappointment and flew away helplessly.

The crow of the giant eagle woke up two sleeping people, and they looked at the people in front of them in confusion. The man stood up trembling and looked down the hill. He saw that it was a silent wasteland before going to bed, but now there are countless people. He couldn't believe it. He raised his bony hand on his forehead and observed it carefully. He murmured, "I'm not crazy." The little girl snuggled up to him and clutched the adult's skirt tightly. She was speechless and looked around.

The people who came to save them soon convinced the two dying people that all this was not out of their illusion. One of them picked up the little girl and let her ride on his shoulder. The emaciated companion was supported by two other people and they walked to the motorcade together.

"My name is John ferrier." The man signed up, "We are 2 1 person, just me and this little guy. They all died because they didn't eat or drink. "

Someone asked, "Is this child yours?"

The man boldly recognized it. He said: "I think this child is mine and she should be mine. I saved her. No one can take her away from me. From today, she will be Lucy Ferrier. " May I ask who is speaking? He looked curiously at these tall, strong and black benefactors who saved him, and then said, "It seems that there are many of you. "

"There are almost 10,000 people. We are all children of persecuted God and angel Melona."

The man said, "I've never heard of this angel, but I'm lucky to meet you-her loyal and kind people."

Another man said seriously, "Don't make fun of God. We believe in the Book of Mormon, which is written in Egyptian on gold foil and given to the holy Yue Se Smith in Baal Milla. We're from Nowoy, Illinois. We have our own church there. We are willing to live in the desert in order to escape the overbearing Smith and those who are disrespectful to God. "

On hearing the city of Novoy, Ferrier quickly remembered something. He said, "I see, you are Mormons. Mormonism is a school of Christianity, which was founded by Yue Se Smith in New York State on 1830. 1840 Illinois became an independent kingdom after the establishment of Nowoy. Smith was later imprisoned for rebellion and was killed by mobs soon, so Mormonism split and Brigham Young became the leader of the Sect. 1846 Mormonism was forced to migrate to the western United States and settled in Salt Lake City, Utah. Polygamy prevailed in Mormonism and was later established as one of its canon. Polygamy has always been controversial in the church, and it has also caused widespread resentment outside the church. 1890, Canon was finally abolished. -translator's note. "

"Yes, we are Mormons."

"So, where are you going now?"

"We don't know. God guides us through our prophets. We'll take you to the prophet now and see how he places you. "

As they talked, they reached the foot of the mountain, and immediately a large crowd gathered around them, surrounded by gentle and kind women, healthy children with smiles, and men with sincere eyes. Everyone expressed sympathy for these two such weak strangers. However, the escort did not stop. They lined up the onlookers, followed by a large group of Mormons. They came all the way to a tall and gorgeous carriage. This carriage is very different from other carriages. Other carriages usually have two horses, and the most is only four, but it has six. There is a man in his thirties sitting next to the driver. Judging from his huge head and determined expression, he is their leader. When the crowd came to his car, he put aside a book with a brown cover he was reading and listened carefully to people's reports. After listening, he looked at the two poor victims.

He said seriously, "You can only come with us if you believe in our teaching. I will never allow non-Christians to join our team. It is better to let you die in the wilderness than to let you two pagans harm us in the future. Are you willing to accept this condition of coming with us? "

"I will do anything as long as I can go with you." Ferrier spoke very firmly, and all the sedate elders laughed, but the leader was still serious.

He said, "Brother Stangerson, please take him in, give him and his children something to eat, and be responsible for teaching him our teachings. We have been delayed for a long time. Get up. Mount Zion is the place name of Jerusalem and the holy land of Christianity. This refers to the place where Mormons will choose to live. -Translator's Note Forwarding! "

"Forward, forward to Lushan!" Mormons shouted together, and the orders were passed down one after another like waves, and gradually disappeared in the distance. Then with a flick of the whip, the car rumbled, and the whole immigrant team took action again, and zig zag came. Old Stangerson took the two victims to his car, which had already prepared food for them.

He said, "Stay here and you will recover soon. Remember, from today on, you are the Christians we teach. This was instructed by Brigham Young, and his words were jose simy's words, which was God's will. "