I will mention another incident of inspiration in my own experience, different from the one already related concerning the secret sign among the Indians.
In 1867, I had a friend who was going to San Bernardino, California, and was to start on the second day after the following conversation between us:
"Oliver, come and go to California with me."
"I cannot."
"Yes you can; you can go as well as not."
"I have nothing to leave for the support of my family during the Winter;" (I having been sick for five or six months, and unable to earn anything.)
"I'll lend you what money you want," said he.
"Well, I cannot go, and there is no use thinking or taking about it," I finally replied.
That evening I was going home and thinking of my family affairs, but nothing about going with my friend. A voice, sounding as though it was about a foot from my left ear, whispered:
"Go with Hyrum to California."