done for me. I then went to the house where I had seen the
multitude assembled when I was preaching.

There I saw the two young women that I had beheld in my vision.
They appeared to me as though I had known them from infancy, they
so perfectly accorded with those whom I had seen while God
permitted me to peer into futurity. Yes, I saw the women, but
their father was gone from home. I asked for a drink of water,
and it was handed to me, as I had seen it done in my vision. I
asked them if there had ever been any Mormon preachers in that
country. They said there had not been any there. The young women
were modest and genteel in behavior. I passed on to the
Cumberland River, was set over the river by the ferryman, and
lodged in his house.

So far all was as God had shown me; but I was still at the outer
edge of my familiar scenery. I stayed about a week with the
ferryman. His name was Vanleven, a relative of my friend and
banker in Illinois. I made myself useful while there. I attended
the ferry and did such work as I could see needed attending to. I
also read and preached Mormon doctrines to the family.

On the fifth day after reaching the ferry I saw five men
approaching. I instantly recognized one of them as the man I had
seen in my vision - the man that took me to his house to preach.
My heart leaped for joy, for God had sent him in answer to the
prayers I had offered up, asking that the man should be sent for
me. I crossed the men over and back again, and although I talked
considerably to the man about what was uppermost in my mind, he
said nothing about my going home with him. I was much disappointed.
I retired for secret prayer, and asked God, in the name of His
Son, Jesus Christ, to aid me, and to send the man whom I had seen
in my vision back for me. Before I left my knees I had evidence
that my prayer was answered.

The next morning at daylight I informed my friends that I must
depart in search of my field of labor. They asked me to stay
until breakfast, but I refused. One of the negroes put me over
the river, and directed me how to cross the mountains on the
trail that was much shorter than the wagon road. I stopped in a
little cove and ate a number of fine, ripe cherries. I then went
on until I reached what to me was enchanted ground. I met the two
sisters at the gate, and asked them if their father was at home.

"No, he is not at home," said the ladies, "he has gone to the
ferry to find a Mormon preac