He praised him indeed for the merit which he seemed to have gained in the Lord's sight; taking occasion to remind him, however, that he, Brigham, had meant to produce the same effects by a prayer of his own in due time to save the train from destruction; that he had chosen to wait, however, in order to try the faith of the Saints.
"As a matter of fact, Brother Joel," he concluded, "I don't know as there is any limit to the power with which the Lord has blessed me.

I tell you I feel equal to any miracle--even to raising the dead, I sometimes think--I feel that fired up with the Holy Ghost!" "I am sure you will do even that, Brother Brigham." And the young man's eyes swam with mingled gratitude and admiration.

He resolved in his wagon that night, that when the time came for another miracle, he would not selfishly usurp the honour of performing it.

He would not again forestall the able Brigham.
By the first of June they had wormed their way over five hundred miles of plain to the trading post of Fort Laramie.

Here they were at last forced to cross the Platte and to take up their march along the Oregon trail.