Stoyalo the hot June morning.

Mormony worked how bees, not without reason they selected as their emblem bee beehive. Above the fields, above the streets efficient rumble stood. Along the dusty roads were pulled the long files of the loaded with heavy load mules they dispatch to the West, since in California the Gold rush flared up, and way on the land penetrated the city of those chosen. The droves of sheep and oxen from the distant pastures there moved, the caravans of tired migrants were pulled; the interminable journey equally harassed and people and animals.