Far in front of them a long, low line of flame was crawling to the west, while above it lurid clouds of smoke rolled away from them.
In another moment the full force of the shower was upon them from a sky that half an hour before had been cloudless.

Far off to the right scurried the Indians, their feathery figures lying low upon the backs of their small ponies.

His heart swelled within him, and he fell again to his knees with many earnest words of thanksgiving for the intercession.
They at once made camp for the night, and by Brigham's fire later in the evening Joel Rae confided the truth of his miracle to that good man, taking care not to utter the words with any delight or pride in himself.
He considered that Brigham was unduly surprised by the occurrence; almost displeased in fact; showing a tendency to attribute the day's good fortune to phenomena wholly natural.

Although the miracle had seemed to him a small, simple thing, he now felt a little ashamed of his performance.

He was pleased to note, however, that Brigham became more gracious to him after a short period of reflection.