It seemed for those moments to reach not only into the hearts of the crowd, but into the wide, empty vault of sunny blue above them, and over the open fields and golden woods.

Then, before the wrath of the crowd had gathered strength to break into violence, Smith went down into the water and called loudly to all such as felt the need of saving their souls to enter upon the heavenly pilgrimage by the gate of his baptism.

His adherents had cast themselves upon their knees in prayer.

Susannah saw the strong, dark face of Oliver Cowdery looking up to the sky as though he saw the heavens opened, and she saw Angel Halsey look at herself, and then, clasping his hands over his fair young face, bow himself in supplication.
A man, ragged in dress, and bearing the look of ill deeds in his face, made his way out of the crowd into the water.

He was a stranger to the place, and the spectators looked on in silent surprise.