ABSTRACT
'At the time of the persecution when the Mormons struck out into the wilderness to find a place where they could worship God in their own way, the members of the first exploring party scattered sunflower seeds as they went. The next summer, when the long trains of wagons came through with all the women and children, they had a sunflower trail to follow. The legend has stuck in my mind, and the sunflower-bordered roads always seem to me the roads to freedom.'
