“Yet I have done what man could do.  I am never done doing.  I would gladly give my body to be burned a thousand times if it would avail to save them into the Kingdom.  I have preached the word tirelessly—­ fanatically, they say—­but only as it burned in my bones.  I have told them of visions, dreams, revelations, miracles, and all the mercies of this last dispensation.  And I have prayed and fasted.  Just now coming from winter quarters, when I could not preach, I held twelve fasts and twelve vigils.  You will say it has weakened me, but it has weakened only the bonds that the flesh puts upon the spirit.  Even so, I fell short of my vision—­my tabernacle of flesh must have been too much profaned, though how I cannot dream—­believe me, I have kept myself as high and clean as I knew.  Yet there was promise.  For only last night at the river bank, the spirit came partially upon me.  I was taken with a faintness, and I heard above my head a sound like the rustling of silken robes, and the spirit of God hovered over me, so that I could feel its radiance.  All in good time, then, it shall dwell within me, so that I may know a way to save the worthy.”

He grasped her wrist and bent eagerly forward, with the same wild look in his eyes that had before disquieted her.

“Mark what I say now—­I shall do great works for this generation; I am strangely favoured of God; I have felt the spirit quicken wondrously within me, and I know the Lord works not in vain; what great wonder of grace I shall do, what miracle of salvation, I know not, but remember, it shall be transcendent; tell it to no one, but I know in my inner secret heart it shall be a greater work than man hath yet done.”

He stopped and drew himself up, shaking his head, as if to shrug off the spell of his own feeling.

“Now, now! stop it at once, and come to the house.  I’ve been tending your father and mother, and I’m going to tend you.  What you need directly is food.  Your look may be holy, but I prefer full cheeks.  Not another word until you have eaten every crumb I put before you.”

With an air of captor, daintily fierce, she led him toward the house and up to the door, which she pushed open before him.

“Come softly, your mother may be still asleep—­no, your father is talking—­listen!”

A querulous voice, rough with strong feeling, came from the inner room.

“Here, I tell you, is the prophecy of Joseph to prove it, away back in 1832:  ’Verily thus saith the Lord concerning the wars that will shortly come to pass, beginning at the rebellion of South Carolina, which will terminate in the death and misery of many souls.  The days will come that war will be poured out upon all nations, beginning at that place; for behold, the Southern States shall be divided against the Northern States, and the Southern States will call on other nations, even the nation of Great Britain, as it is called.’  Now will you doubt again,