at her.

Of a sudden she changed her tack, and belted him right and left
for making light of what she said.

The next moment she confronted me, and shouted:

"You are a preacher of the true Church, and I love you!"

Thus saying, she sprang at me with open arms. I stretched forth
my hand and rebuked the evil spirit that was in her, and
commanded it to depart in the name of the Lord Jesus, by virtue
of the holy Priesthood in me vested. At this rebuke she quailed,
and turned away from me like a whipped child, left the crowd, and
went home, ashamed of her conduct. This gave me confidence in
God, and in Him I put my trust still more than I had ever done
before.

It was now about sunset, and we had had no refreshments since
morning. I arose and informed the multitude that we would preach
at that place on the morrow at ten o'clock. A merchant by the
name of Marshbanks invited us home with him, some of the leading
men accompanying us.

They informed us that a couple of men, brothers, from west
Tennessee, named William and Alfred Young, formerly members of
the Baptist Church, had joined the Mormons, and had been there
and preached; that they enjoyed spiritual gifts as the apostles
anciently did, and had baptized the people into that faith, and
ordained John Young, who was Receiver of the Land Office there, a
preacher; that he had been an intelligent, well-educated man, but
was now a fanatic; that their leading men were ruined and
business prostrated, and all through that impostor, Joe Smith.
They said he ought to be hanged before he did any more harm; that
their settlement was being ruined and all business stopped; that
if anyone would give John Young, or Mark Young, his father, who
was formerly a Methodist class leader, his hand, or let either of
them breathe in his face, he could not resist them, but would
come under the influence and join them. I told them that I had
been a member of this Church for a number of years and had never
seen or heard of anything of this kind.

The next morning about daybreak those two fanatics, the Youngs,
were at Marshbanks' house. They said they had had a glorious time
through the night, and had made a number of converts. I began to
reason with them from the Scriptures, but as soon as I came in
contact with their folly they began to whistle and dance, and
jumped on their horses and left.

Some time after, on our way to the chapel, my friend Marshbanks
indulged in a great deal of abu