"'That's not your sin. It's mine. How do you feel now?' he asked with rough kindness.
"'Rather weak,' I replied.
"'Reckon so,' he said shortly. 'Had a row with your very religious father?'
"'Yes,' I answered simply, ignoring his sarcasm.
"'I expected it,' he returned. 'Now you rest here 'till you're strong and I'll see you across the border. It won't be long before everyone knows that you are a 'Mormon.' News travels quickly and they'll hound you as they did the others. I'll hide you here 'til you're stronger.'
"'And you?' I asked anxiously.
"'Will meet you in America, some day! Sleep now. The sooner you're out of here, the better for you!'
"So in a few days I was across the border, with my purse filled by the faithful warden.
"I will not relate to you my numerous experiences and difficulties on my way to Utah. The good sister has just told you how eight hundred miles seemed too short to walk for the faith, and I walked one thousand miles and found them too short for the faith too.
"I arrived in Zion fatigued, but happy. There was work for me here and oh! the glorious freedom of the Gospel and the love of the brethren!