Turn your face westward, John Gib.

I, too, can dream dreams and see visions, and it is borne in on me that your road is plain before you.

Lead this great people away from the little shielings of Virginia, over the hills and over the great mountains and the plains beyond, and on and on till you come to an abiding city.

You will find idolaters enough to dispute your road, and you can guide your flock as the Lord directs you.

Then you will be clear of the murderer's guilt who would stain his hands in kindly blood." He lifted his great head, and the marks of the sacrifice were still on his brow.
"D'ye think that would be the Lord's will ?" he asked innocently.
"I declare it unto you," said I."I have been sent by God to save your soul.