This is now the 6th (June). The Sun appears, but the wind is very high, and we have frequent showers of rain and snow. About midnight the conjurer addressed me and asked if I wished to see any of them (the Spirits). I accepted the offer and thrust my head underneath. And being upon my back, I looked up and near the top observed a light as of a star in a cloudy night, about one and a half inches long and one broad— though dim, yet perfectly distinct. Though they all appear as lights, some larger and others smaller, this one was denominated the Fisher Star, the name by which they designate the Plough, I believe we call it, or Great Bear, from the supposed resemblance it bears to that animal, the fisher.
When I was entering, several of the Indians on the outside called out to the spirits, "Gently! Gently! It is our Chief who wishes to see you. Do him no evil!" I had my apprehensions.
A little after one P.M. one of my men looked in with several Indians and saw several small lights about as large as the thumbnail. A few minutes before two P.M., being daylight, they gave another shaking to the frame and made their exit.
The above is an account of only a small part, for I am too much pressed for time. I cannot therefore enter into particulars, nor a larger detail, nor give you my opinion further than a few words. I am fully convinced, as much so as that I am in existence, that spirits of some kind did really and virtually enter, some truly terrific, but others, again, quite of a different character.
I cannot enter into a detail by comparisons from ancient and more modern history, but I found the consonance, analogy, resemblance, affinity, or whatever it may be termed, so great, so conspicuous that I verily believe I shall never forget the impressions of that evening.
But above all things that stick most forcibly in my mind is the unbound gratitude we owe and ought to shew every instant of our existence to that Almighty Power that deigned to sacrifice his only Son for us for our Salvation! Oh my God, let me never forget this! And teach me to thank thee not only with my lips but with every action of my life!
Here I must close and in a few minutes seal up this for your perusal, sincerely wishing I may find an opportunity, safe, of conveying it to you.
How earnestly I wish Robert had been present and understood the language. This would convince the most skeptic.
To Mr Wm Nelson, Wm Henry G. Nelson
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