thoughts took me back to home where everybody would be having a good time. Who would be out with my best girl? When we found a nice place in a shady grove of trees where we could kneel in humble prayer, I could have slept longer if Elder Broadhead had not shaken me and said "We must be on our way." That night we slept in a grain field with bundles of grain for a bed. Not bad, the air was fresh and balmy.
        During that summer until November Conference, I labored with Elder Horsley in Loudoun County, Virginia. He was a wonderful companion. I loved him and he was a good singer. Crowds gathered to hear us sing and talk. Often, some one would say, "Sing to us the song you sang before."
        Today as I write, many are my thoughts. If I were young I would like to return to Loudoun County. I understand there are some members of the church there now. It was while laboring with Elder Broadhead in Loudoun County that the Smoot Investigation took place. We sat up late night after night to talk to people. Much prejudice in those days. I wonder if our work helped much to soften the hearts of some of the people. We did have friends.
        I spent 14 months in Virginia and West Virginia, three months in Bucks County, Pennsylvania, where I slept out twenty-five nights. I spent seven months in Baltimore, Maryland. At Baltimore, I received my release.
        I had a desire to then visit again Aunt Elizabeth Squires and her family in Brooklyn. Also, my good friend Wm. L. Van Wagoner was at Boston. I would like to visit Boston and see some of the noted scenes of early day history. Perhaps Wm. Would send a message by me to his wife and sister Sarah. Surely they would be glad to see me if I had a message from their husband and brother. I am sure all the family would want me to tell them how Elder Van Wagoner was getting along. I had to have an excuse for going to the Van Wagoner home besides wanting to see Sarah. By taking those extra trips, I did not arrive home until July 23rd.
        July 24th, I spent in my dear home town of Charleston. The next day I went to Heber to report to my Stake President, Wm. H. Smart, who was the President of the Eastern States Mission when I received my call (But I had not seen him.) While visiting with President Smart, he said, "Now I have another mission for you." He said he wanted me to get married. Said he, "You can get most any girl you want now if you will ask her right away." He suggested that the young lady with him in the office would like to marry such a young fellow as I. Even though the young lady mentioned by President Smart followed me out to where I had left my horse and buggy, I still felt I should go to Midway and deliver my message as I agreed.
        Lucky for me that I hadn’t put off my visit longer. I hadn’t shown up at Midway on July 24th and Sarah knew I was home. John Riche had become well acquainted with Sarah while working at the Hawkeye mine; she being one of the cooks. He had asked the privilege of spending the 24th of July with her at her home. It seems that that was not enough to satisfy him. He was bold enough to ask her for her company. I suppose he