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        Creek, of little value, which he collected and sold. We disposed of
      
      
        nearly one hundred and fifty dollars worth of furniture. My husband
      
      
        tried to sell our sofa for the meetinghouse, offering to give ten dollars
      
      
        of its value, but could not. At this time our only and very valuable
      
      
        cow died. My husband then for the first time felt that he could receive
      
      
        help, and addressed a note to a brother, stating that if the church would
      
      
        esteem it a pleasure to make up the loss of the cow they might do so.
      
      
        But nothing was done about it only to charge my husband with being
      
      
        insane on the subject of money. The brethren knew him well enough
      
      
        to know that he would never ask for help unless driven to it by stern
      
      
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        necessity. And now that he had done it, judge of his feelings and mine
      
      
        when no notice was taken of the matter only to use it to wound us in
      
      
        our want and deep affliction.
      
      
        At this meeting my husband humbly confessed that he was wrong
      
      
        in several things of this nature, which he never should have done and
      
      
        never would have done but for fear of his brethren and a desire to
      
      
        be just right and in union with the church. This led those who were
      
      
        injuring him to apparently despise him. We were humbled into the
      
      
        very dust and distressed beyond expression. In this state of things we
      
      
        started to fill an appointment at Monterey. On the journey I suffered
      
      
        the keenest anguish of spirit. I tried to explain to myself why it was that
      
      
        our brethren did not understand in regard to our work. I had felt quite
      
      
        sure that when we should meet them they would know what spirit we
      
      
        were of, and that the Spirit of God in them would answer to the same
      
      
        in us, His humble servants, and there would be union of feeling and
      
      
        sentiment. Instead of this we were distrusted and suspiciously watched,
      
      
        which was a cause of the greatest perplexity I ever experienced. As
      
      
        I was thus thinking, a portion of the vision given me at Rochester,
      
      
        December 25, 1865, came like a flash of lightning to my mind, and I
      
      
        immediately related it to my husband:
      
      
        I was shown a cluster of trees standing near together, forming a
      
      
        circle. Running up over these trees was a vine which covered them at
      
      
        the top and rested upon them, forming an arbor. Soon I saw the trees
      
      
        swaying to and fro, as though moved by a powerful wind. One branch
      
      
        after another of the vine was shaken from its support until the vine
      
      
        was shaken loose from the trees except a few tendrils which were left
      
      
        clinging to the lower branches. A person then came up and severed