"The Latter day Saints are being murdered
in the north for the Gospel's sake and those
that are determined to serve God are fleeing
to save their lives. But we are only going to
be driven to St. George, and there stand still,
for we have been driven all we intend to be
driven, for there we will stand still and see
the salvation of our God or die for Zion's sake."
Then I rode on to the center of Cedar City and
there saw the last man putting the last half
bushel of wheat into his wagon which just
filled the wagon box, and bringing a spirit
of peace to me, thinking that he was the last
man, and that he would be out in a few moments
and that then all the people of Cedar City would
be safe on the road to St. George.

I rode quickly back and overtook the train
outside of town. A thought came to me, wondering
if the Saints would come from towns beyond
Cedar. I turned the head of my horse eastward
& put the spurs to him, and as quick as thought
I was on the peak of the highest mountain
with my horse turned around and looking
north. I saw the road, as it were as straight,
as an arrow from Cedar City to Summit,
filled with teams, wagons, horsemen & people
walking afoot, just about to enter Cedar City
when Cedar City people had just left on the
southern side. Thus ended my vision.

Witness to signature:
Hermann Tascher

Your Bro in the Gospel
James Booth

"The Latter day Saints are being murdered in the north for the Gospel's sake and those that are determined to serve God are fleeing to save their lives. But we are only going to be driven to St. George, and there stand still, for we have been driven all we intend to be driven, for there we will stand still and see the salvation of our God or die for Zion's sake." Then I rode on to the center of Cedar City and there saw the last man putting the last half bushel of wheat into his wagon which just filled the wagon box, bringing a spirit of peace to me, thinking that he was the last man, and that he would be out in a few moments and that then all the people of Cedar City would be safe on the road to St. George.

I rode quickly back and overtook the train outside of town. A thought came to me, wondering if the Saints would come from towns beyond Cedar. I turned the head of my horse eastward & put the spurs to him, and as quick as thought I was on the peak of the highest mountain with my horse turned around and looking north. I saw the road, as it were as straight, as an arrow from Cedar City to Summit, filled with teams, wagons, horsemen & people walking afoot, just about to enter Cedar City when Cedar City people had just left on the southern side. Thus ended my vision.

Witness to signature: Hermann Tascher

Your Bro in the Gospel James Booth