Everywhere a soft autumn haze was lying, and above white clouds were swinging across the pale blue sky.
After threading the valley path for a mile Susannah was ascending the bluff to get to the level of the upper farms, when, much to her surprise, she came, as once before upon the hill Cumorah, upon Joseph Smith.

He was lying under a group of giant walnut-trees, whose boles were sheltered from the road by a natural hedge of red dogwood and brambles.

He had apparently been occupied at his devotions, but she only saw him arising hastily.

This time there was no peep-stone; it had long since been discarded.

The prophet had a Bible in his hand, and it was evident that he had been weeping.