He could not question the decrees of the priesthood, but this much became clear to him,--that only one thing could carry with it more possibilities of evil than this course of the Church toward dissenters--and that was to doubt that Brigham Young's voice was as the voice of God.

Not yet could he bring himself to this.
But the unreasoning desire to be away became so strong that he knew he must yield to it.
Turning this in his mind one day he met a brother Elder, a man full of zeal who had lately returned from a mission abroad.

There had been, he said, a great outpouring of the spirit in Wales.
"And what a glorious day has dawned here," he continued.

"Thank God, there is a way to save the souls of the blind! That reminds me--have you heard of the saving work Brother Pixley was obliged to do ?" "Brother Pixley ?--no." He heard his own voice tremble, in spite of his effort at self-control.

The other became more confidential, stepping closer and speaking low.
"Of course, it ain't to be talked of freely, but you have a right to know, for was it not your own preaching that led to this glorious reformation?
You see, Brother Pixley came back with me, after doing great works abroad.