He made inquiries, and found him to be the son of the chief.

The chief himself made it plain to Joel that the young man had lost his arm ten moons before in a combat with a grizzly bear.

Whereupon the young Elder cordially bade the chief bring his crippled son to their own great chief, who would, by the gracious power of God, miraculously restore the missing member.
A few moments later the three were before Brigham, who was standing by his wagon; Joel Rae, glowing with a glad and confident serenity; the tawny chief with his sable braids falling each side of his painted face, gay in his head-dress of dyed eagle plumes, his buckskin shirt jewelled with blue beads and elk's teeth, warlike with his bow and steel-pointed arrows; and the young man, but little less ornate than his splendid father, stoical, yet scarce able to subdue the flash of hope in his eyes as he looked up to the great white chief.
Brigham looked at them questioningly.

Joel announced their errand.
"It's a rare opportunity, Brother Brigham, to bring light to these wretched Lamanites.

This boy had his arm torn off a year ago in a fight with a grizzly.