It is a little over five years since I gathered with the body of the Church in Utah. I was a member of the Norwich conference, and like most of the other saints in the European Mission, looked with longing eyes toward the Rocky Mountains, Previous to my investigation of the teachings of the Latter-day Saints I had been indifferent to organized Christianity. As I became acquainted with the Mormon missionaries and observed their humility, and their courage in the face of mobs, not to mention the financial sacrifice they were making in order that they might deliver their message, I thought, “Surely these men are true followers of Christ. how wonderful it must be to live among them!”
In less than six months after I was baptized, I made preparations to go to America, to dwell among the latter-day Saints. During the five years that have elapsed since that memorable Monday morning when, with other members of my family, I set foot on the streets of Zion for the first time, I have had an opportunity of studying the Mormon people such as is given to few emigrants in the first five years, or the first ten.