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Show Due to printing problems, a portion of last week's "Storm Testament" was omitted. It is being repeated. We apologize for any inconvenience. "After seeing the breakfast, I think your desire to escape is well founded," Watson said after they started gnawing on the hard corn dodgers. "If you succeed where will you go?" "Back to Nauvoo," Port said. "That's not very far from here,. Wouldn't they come after you?" "Arrest papers from Missouri don't have much success in Nauvoo," Port explained. Mormon judges may be a little flagrant in their use of habeas corpus powers, but no one is ever brought back to Mis--souri legally." "L. "Will you take me with you?" "Sure will," Port said, "and maybe 111 make a Mormon out of you too. Do you know much about the Mormons?" "Only that they don't get along with their neighbors." "Believe me, that isn't all the Mormons' fault." "What do Mormons believe?" "I'm no preacher, but when we get to Nauvoo, I'll take you to Joseph. He'll tell you the whole story, how he saw the angel who showed him the gold plates." There was a tapping sound j coming from outside. Port got up and sauntered over to the window, motioning for Watson to follow. "Looks like the real breakfast has arrived," Port said. "Want you to meet a friend of mine." He introduced in-troduced Watson to Violet who had brought a basket of fresh biscuits. As Port was raising the biscuits to the window with his fishingpole, he told Violet he needed a knife. "No,"shesaid. "The missus will miss it." '. "Got to have a knife," Port persisted. per-sisted. "I can't," Violet said. . "You've got to," Port said as he removed the last biscuit from the basket. "Perhaps this will change the young lady's mind," Watson said. He tossed a hundred dollar bill into the basket. Port stared in amazement. "You can't give a hundred dollars dol-lars to a slave girl," Port said. "Thought you wanted a knife. With that she can buy a dozen or two." (To be continued) |