"I soon took a wife,—a good sweet woman, who is waiting for me yonder. Ten years of hard work and real happiness followed. Four children were born to us and our home was one of the best in Utah.
"Then the Church called me on a mission to Norway.
"My heart beat fast at the very thought.
"To Norway! my old home!
"True! my folks had never answered my letters, but if I went there personally, it would soften their hearts and surely the Lord would open up the way for me to give them the Gospel!
"It was nearing Christmas. I would approach my old home at Yule-tide again, in the time of homecoming and good cheer!
"Tenderly I bid my family good-bye, and with a thankful heart started on my journey.
"On reaching Norway, I told the mission headquarters my story, and they said that I might go to my home for Yule-tide.
"It was the day before Christmas when I reached the old prison, where I asked for the Warden.
"'Oh, he's left the country—is in England, I believe. He joined those dastard "Mormons" and kept it dark. But we found him out. However, he escaped, and last I heard of him, he was in England, making the devil of a time there, preaching his doctrines.'