After all these years, the memory of this winter was a spot of joy that never failed to glow when he recalled it.
At night he went to his bunk in the little straw-roofed hut and fell asleep to the howling of the wolves, his mind cradled in the thought of his mission.

He had a part in the great work of bringing into harmony the labours of the prophets and apostles of all ages.

In due time, by the especial favour of Heaven, he would be wrapped in a sea of vision, shown an eternity of knowledge, and be intrusted with singular powers.
And he was content to wait out the days in which he must school, chasten, and prove himself.
"You have built me up," he confided to Brigham, one day.

"I feel to rejoice in my strength." And Brigham was highly pleased.
"That's good, Brother Joel.

The host of Israel will soon be on the move, and I shouldn't wonder if the Lord had a great work for you.