Labors in the Vineyard: Twelfth Book of the Faith-Promoting Series. Designed for the Instruction and Encouragement of Young Latter-Day Saints.Various
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Labors in the Vineyard: Twelfth Book of the Faith-Promoting Series. Designed for the Instruction and Encouragement of Young Latter-Day Saints.
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He commenced asking questions, and soon several more persons gathered
around; but just then the dinner bell rang, and they invited me to go
to dine, which I did not do, as it seemed to me that I could not have
eaten at that time even if it were to save my life. After finishing
their repast I was waited upon by three gentlemen, who stated they had
engaged the cabin from the captain and wished me to preach. I told them
I had never preached in my life. They wanted to know for what I was
going to England. I told them to preach. They then wanted to know why
I would not preach in the cabin, my answer being that it was because I
was not sent here to preach. We finally compromised the matter by my
consenting to go to the cabin and answer questions. The room was so
crowded that they could not sit down, but stood around in circles, and
took turns in asking me questions.
When I first sat down I noticed a large, black-eyed, black-haired man,
and said to myself, "When he comes I will have the devil." After some
time he pushed forward and literally covered me with compliments. He
then remarked, "You must excuse me, young friend, after your testimony
of the goodness of your people, for asking why _such_ men as George J.
Adams, John C. Bennett, Dr. Foster, Charles Foster and others could not
live peaceably in your community?"
My answer followed like lightning: "It was because they were such
gamblers, whore-masters, black-legs and rascals as you are."
He made a bound for me; six men caught him, pulled him to the outside
of the circle, and slapping him on the back told him with an oath, that
if God Almighty had come down out of heaven He could not have told his
character any better than the little "Mormon" had.
I answered questions until about eleven o'clock at night, when I sprang
from my chair and said, "Gentlemen, you have had 'Mormonism' enough for
one night," and I started for my room. I was stopped and led back to
my chair, when I received a unanimous vote of thanks and the proffer
to raise me three hundred dollars if I would accept the amount. I told
the gentlemen that we preached the gospel without purse or scrip, and
that I had already received enough to take me to England. I selected,
however, three reliable men, who promised me to see that the three
hundred dollars were given to the poor in their neighborhoods during
the next Winter.
I went into my room and prostrated myself with my face on the floor,
and thanked God for the gift of the Holy Ghost, for I had most surely
talked by inspiration. I asked forgiveness for my unbelief, and from
that time I was wholly contented to go to England.
CHAPTER II.
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