Others reared bare, scathed peaks above slopes that were shaggy with timber.

And out in front lay the wondrous lake,--a shield of deepest glittering turquois held to the dull, gray breast of the valley.
Again and again they cried out, "Hosanna to God and the Lamb!" and many of the bearded host shed tears, for the hardships of the way had weakened them.
Then Brigham came, lying pale and wasted in his wagon, and when they saw him gaze long, and heard him finally say, "Enough--drive on!" they knew that on this morning of July 24, 1847, they had found the spot where in vision he had seen the tent of the Lord come down to earth.
Joel Rae had waited with a beating heart for Brigham's word of confirmation, and when he heard it his soul was filled to overflowing.
He knew that here the open vision would enfold him; here the angel of the Lord would come to him fetching his great Witness.

Here he would rise to immeasurable zeniths of spirituality.

And here his people would become a mighty people of the Lord.

He foresaw the hundred unwalled cities that Brigham was to found, and the green gardens that were to make the now desert valley a fit setting for the temple of God.