Excerpt from The Latter-Day Saints' Millennial Star, Vol. 64: July 10, 1902

It was a little after 3 am; out into'the night and storm we went. The wind howling, nearly blinded us with the whirl of 'snow. With every step came sharp rheumatic pains from ankle to hip, and this made progress slow. We did not know the way, but were led by the Spirit. At 5 am. We saw a light and on inquiry found we had been traveling right. On, on we tramped, the crucifix at the entrance of every town and along the roadside telling us plainer than words the kind of community. Still we went on, the snow mak ing it hard to travel. We were so cold that we were driven to ask a few moments' shelter in one of the prevalent house-barn dwellings, but were denied the same, still, to modify the coldness of the refusal, something more than a penny was thrust into our hands before the door swung to. The cold was intense, especially as we were wet through and through from perspiration and the previous night's rain.

Death hovered over us all day, death from exposure and cold. At intervals all would turn black before us, and it seemed that we must sink down in the snow and perish, but the sustaining peace of the Holy Spirit never failed us and somehow we went on. At noon we came to two houses by the roadside. The Spirit guided us to go into one, and the good lady offered us money, but after hearing our message she invited us in, saying, the pastor must have sent you, but we promptly denied that. She was the only Protestant for miles on either side.

Here we found sympathy and rest; then we tramped forth again. Being warned by her against the whole district, we made Gleidorf our objective point. She said that there we would find some Protestants, and we could easily reach there by evening, but we should not go farther as it was much worse beyond than what we had already seen.

We reached Gleidorf in time, tracted and were at first rejected. At length one very poor man, who had a sick wife, insisted on giving us 25d. We ex plained that the tracts were entirely free, but he insisted. Now the whole village seemed open to us, and altogether we received something less than a shilling. At one place where a large company was gathered, playing cards, a purse amounting to nearly fourpence was made up and given us.

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