The beauty wrought in her a dreamy receptive mood.

Climbing higher, she came upon a very curious dip or hollow in the ground.

In its narrowest part a man was lying prostrate; his face was buried in his hat, which was lying upon the ground between his hands; the whole expression of his body was that of attention concentrated upon something within the hat.

When she came close he moved with a convulsive start, and she saw that it was Joseph Smith.
His look changed into one of deference and satisfaction.

He rose up, lifting his hat carefully; in it lay a curious stone composed of bright crystals, in shape not unlike a child's foot.
"It's my peepstone," he said.