"You one of them! God bless you. What is your name?"
"My name is Parley P. Pratt, one of the four men you have described, but not much of a prophet; and as to a sight of me in my present plight, I think it would not be worth half a world."
The rest of the conversation I cannot write, for all spoke, all laughed, and all rejoiced at once.
The next morning I found myself unable to rise from my bed, being severely attacked with the measles.
I came near dying, and was confined for one or two weeks among them, being scarcely able to raise my head. I was watched over night and day, and had all the care that a man could have in his father's house.
As I recovered in part, being still very weak, I was provided with a horse, on which I arrived at Kirtland.
Hundreds of the saints now crowded around to welcome me, and to inquire after my brethren whom I had left in Missouri.
Here also I again met President Joseph Smith, who had, during our absence, come up from the State of New York.
I found the churches in Ohio had increased to more than a thousand members, and those in New York to several hundred.
I also heard from my wife, from whom I had been absent about six months. The news was that the whole Church in the State of New York, including herself (for she had joined during my absence), was about to remove to Ohio in the opening spring. I, therefore, was advised to proceed no farther eastward, but to await their arrival. After visiting the saints a few days, I commenced to labor with my hands; but the Lord would not suffer me to continue long in this occupation.