Another night, I dreamed I saw my father sweeping out the barn floor clean, and would not suffer the wheat to be brought in the barn. He appeared to me to be in anger.

Another night, I dreamed I saw my father sweeping out the barn floor clean, and would not suffer the wheat to be brought in the barn. He appeared to me to be in anger.

At the end of 1795 and beginning of 1796, I was ordered to write to the Church ministers.

What you know not now you will know hereafter.

In this manner, I continued with Satan for ten days. His answer and blasphemy were too shocking to pen; till I was worn out with rage and malice against him, I could not bear myself.

In 1792, my Sister told me, I was growing out of my senses.

The next summer, 1794, corn grew dear, and distress began in our land.