HEALING THE SICK.

passing by my door, Brother Joseph said: "Brother Wood-
ruff, follow me.” These were the only words spoken by any of
the company from the time they left Brother Brigham's house
till we crossed the public square, and entered Brother Ford-
ham's house. Brother Fordham had been dying for an hour,
and we expected each minute would be his last.

I felt the power of God that was overwhelming His Prophet.

When we entered the house, Brother Joseph walked up to
Brother Fordham, and took him by the right hand; in his
left hand he held his hat.

He saw that Brother Fordham’s eyes were glazed, and that
he was speechless and unconscious.

After taking hold of his hand, he looked down into the
dying man's face and said: "Brother Fordham, do you not
know me?" At first he made no reply; but we could all see
the effect of the Spirit of God resting upon him.

He again said: "Elijah, do you not know me?"

With a low whisper, Brother Fordham answered, "Yes!"

The Prophet then said, "Have you not faith to be healed?"

The answer, which was a little plainer than before, was: "I
am afraid it is too late. If you had come sooner, I think it
might have been.”

He had the appearance of a man waking from sleep. It
was the sleep of death.

Joseph then said: "Do you believe that Jesus is the Christ?"

"I do, Brother Joseph," was the response.

Then the Prophet of God spoke with a loud voice, as in
the majesty of the Godhead: "Elijah, I command you, in the
name of Jesus of Nazareth, to arise and be made whole!"

The words of the Prophet were not like the words of a man,
but like the voice of God. It seemed to me that the house
shook from its foundation.

Elijah Fordham leaped from his bed like a man raised from
the dead. A healthy color came to his face, and life was mani-
fested in every act.

His feet were done up in Indian meal poultices. He kicked
them off his feet, scattered the contents, and then called
for his clothes and put them on. He asked for a bowl of bread

HEALING THE SICK.

passing by my door, Brother Joseph said: "Brother Woodruff, follow me.” These were the only words spoken by any of the company from the time they left Brother Brigham's house till we crossed the public square, and entered Brother Fordham's house. Brother Fordham had been dying for an hour, and we expected each minute would be his last.

I felt the power of God that was overwhelming His Prophet.

When we entered the house, Brother Joseph walked up to Brother Fordham, and took him by the right hand; in his left hand he held his hat.

He saw that Brother Fordham’s eyes were glazed, and that he was speechless and unconscious.

After taking hold of his hand, he looked down into the dying man's face and said: "Brother Fordham, do you not know me?" At first he made no reply; but we could all see the effect of the Spirit of God resting upon him.

He again said: "Elijah, do you not know me?"

With a low whisper, Brother Fordham answered, "Yes!"

The Prophet then said, "Have you not faith to be healed?"

The answer, which was a little plainer than before, was: "I am afraid it is too late. If you had come sooner, I think it might have been.”

He had the appearance of a man waking from sleep. It was the sleep of death.

Joseph then said: "Do you believe that Jesus is the Christ?"

"I do, Brother Joseph," was the response.

Then the Prophet of God spoke with a loud voice, as in the majesty of the Godhead: "Elijah, I command you, in the name of Jesus of Nazareth, to arise and be made whole!"

The words of the Prophet were not like the words of a man, but like the voice of God. It seemed to me that the house shook from its foundation.

Elijah Fordham leaped from his bed like a man raised from the dead. A healthy color came to his face, and life was manifested in every act.

His feet were done up in Indian meal poultices. He kicked them off his feet, scattered the contents, and then called for his clothes and put them on. He asked for a bowl of bread