There are many reasons why I must.

For one, there are six hundred and forty poor hunted wretches over there on the river bank, sick, cold, wet, starving, but enduring it all to the death for their faith in Joseph Smith.

They could have kept their comfortable homes here and their substance, simply by renouncing him--they are all voluntary exiles--they have only to say 'I do not believe Joseph Smith was a prophet of God,' and these same Gentiles will receive them with open arms, give them clothing, food, and shelter, put them again in possession of their own.

But they are lying out over there, fever-stricken, starving, chilled, all because they will not deny their faith.

Shall I be a craven, then, who have scarcely ever wanted for food or shelter, and probably shall not?
Of course you don't love me or you couldn't ask me to do that.