I am He who led the children of Israel out of the land of Egypt, and my arm is stretched out in these last days to save my people of Israel.
"Fear not thine enemies, for they are in my hands, and I will do my pleasure with them.
"My people must be tried in all things, that they may be worthy to receive the glory that I have in store for them, even the glory of Zion; and he that will not receive chastisement is not worthy of my Kingdom.
So no more at present.

Amen and Amen!" This was what he had longed for each winter night when he had seen the sun go down,--the word of the Lord to follow that sun on over the rim into the pathless wilderness, infested by savage tribes and ravenous beasts, abounding in terrors unknown.

There was an adventure worth while in the sight of God.

It had never ceased to thrill him since he first heard it broached,--the mad plan of a handful of persecuted believers, setting out from civilisation to found Zion in the wilderness,--to go forth a thousand miles from Christendom with nothing but stout arms and a very living faith in the God of Israel, and in Joseph Smith as his prophet, meeting death in famine, plagues, and fevers, freezing in the snows of the mountains, thirsting to death on the burning deserts, being devoured by ravening beasts or tortured to death by the sinful Lamanites; but persisting through it all with dauntless courage to a final triumph so glorious that the very Gods would be compelled to applaud the spectacle of their devoted heroism.
And now he was face to face with the awful, the glorious, the divinely ordained fact.

It was like standing before the Throne of Grace itself.
Out over that western skyline was a spot, now hidden and defended by all the powers of Satan, where the Ten Tribes would be restored, where Zion would be rebuilt, where Christ would reign personally on earth a thousand years, and from whence the earth would be renewed and receive again its paradisiac glory.