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        her at Salamanca. She dressed, went to her bureau, took from it the
      
      
        journal in which she had made the record of what had been shown to
      
      
        her at Salamanca. As the scene came clearly to her mind, she wrote
      
      
        more to go with it.
      
      
        The ministers were just getting up from prayer in the tabernacle
      
      
        as Mrs. White was seen coming in the door, a bundle of manuscripts
      
      
        under her arm. The president of the General Conference was the
      
      
        speaker, and he addressed her:
      
      
        “Sister White,” he said, “we are happy to see you. Do you have a
      
      
        message for us?”
      
      
        “Indeed I do,” she said, and stepped to the front. Then she be-
      
      
        gan right where she left off the day before. She told them that at
      
      
        three o’clock that morning she had been aroused from her sleep and
      
      
        instructed to go to the workers’ meeting at half-past five and there
      
      
        present what had been shown to her at Salamanca.
      
      
        “In the vision,” she said, “I seemed to be in Battle Creek. I was
      
      
        taken to the Review and Herald office, and the angel messenger bade
      
      
        me, ‘Follow me.’ I was taken to a room where a group of men were
      
      
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        earnestly discussing a matter. There was a zeal manifest, but not
      
      
        according to knowledge.” She told of how they were discussing the
      
      
        editorial policy of the American Sentinel, and she said, “I saw one of
      
      
        the men take a copy of the Sentinel, hold it high over his head, and say,
      
      
        ‘unless these articles on the sabbath and the second advent come out of
      
      
        this paper, we can no longer use it as the organ of the Religious Liberty
      
      
        Association.’” Ellen White spoke for an hour, describing the meeting
      
      
        that had been shown to her in vision months before, and giving counsel
      
      
        based upon that revelation. Then she sat down.
      
      
        The president of the General Conference did not know what to
      
      
        think of it. He had never heard of any such meeting. But they did not
      
      
        wait very long for an explanation, for a man stood up in the back of
      
      
        the room and began to speak:
      
      
        “I was in that meeting last night.”
      
      
        “Last night!” Sister White remarked, “Last night? I thought that
      
      
        meeting took place months ago, when it was shown to me in vision.”
      
      
        “I was in that meeting last night,” he said, “and I am the man who
      
      
        made the remarks about the articles in the paper, holding it high over
      
      
        my head. I am sorry to say that I was on the wrong side, but I take this
      
      
        opportunity to place myself on the right side.” He sat down.