I never rested.

Four years went by, an' I knowed every trail in northern Utah.

I kept on an' as time went by, an' I'd begun to grow old in my search, I had firmer, blinder faith in whatever was guidin' me.

Once I read about a feller who sailed the seven seas an' traveled the world, an' he had a story to tell, an' whenever he seen the man to whom he must tell that story he knowed him on sight.

I was like that, only I had a question to ask.