At this there was a perfect storm about my ears. I went and got the old family Bible, and laid down the "law and the testimony."
In answer to all they would say, I quoted and read from the Bible. I explained the principles of the gospel of Jesus, and the strongest argument any of them used was in each picking up his hat and walking out.
On the following day (Monday) I felt somewhat timid about going home in the evening, for I had dreamed on the Sunday night that my brothers were plotting to turn me out of the house.
However, home I went, and just as I approached the door I heard their voices in conversation, and they were saying they would ask me which I would choose, to leave "Mormonism" or the house; and John, who was always more rabid and unkind than the rest, said he would not even let me eat my supper until I had decided what I should do.
I walked boldly in, sat down, and commenced eating supper. They sat silent for a short time, when finally Hugh put the question to me as to whether I would renounce "Mormonism," for if I did not I would have to leave the house.
I again brought down my old friend, the family Bible, and said: "Hugh, if you will prove to me from that sacred book that I am wrong in adhering to 'Mormonism,' or rather the gospel of Christ, I will renounce it; and if I show you that you are wrong in adhering to Church of Scotland, then you should leave that."
I then talked upon the scriptures and the principles of the gospel, and they could bring forward no reasonable objections to what I advanced.
Hugh rose to his feet and said: "If father had been alive he would have kicked you out of the house."
I answered: "Father is now rejoicing because of my having embraced the gospel of Jesus."
At this rejoinder the anger of my brothers increased; and Hugh used his old argument of picking up his hat and walking out.