Yermah the Dorado: The story of a lost race

by Frona Eunice Wait

THEY WERE SCATTERED OVER THE EARTH

TO CARRY TRUTH AND WISDOM

THEY WILL COME AGAIN

TO RECEIVE THE TREASURES

HIDDEN IN THY BOWELS

ALL MEN WILL SPEAK AND HEAR THE

I AM I

The thoughtful band was allowed to rest at this juncture of their pilgrimage after partaking of some refreshment; but they ascended to the top of the pile in time to see the sunset.

Next morning, Yermah called his small aggregation of faithful adherents together, and told them that he had received Akaza’s final commands.

“It imposes upon me seclusion in this spot. There is work for me here,” he said with an odd smile. “The temple requires a central spire, and I shall build and cover it with pure gold. Go thou all to the valley, and make thy life apart from me. I love thee well and need thee sadly, but even this love must be merged into the universal.”