Angel of Mercy - Ephraim Hanks

Ephraim Hanks reached the ill-fated  hand cart train. When they saw me coming, they hailed me with joy inexpressible, and when they further beheld the supply of fresh meat I brought into camp, their gratitude knew no bounds.  All Prints Come Rolled without a Frame The Story “In the fall of 1856, I spent considerable of my time fishing in Utah Lake… I had occasion to stop once overnight with Gurnsey Brown. Being somewhat fatigued after the day’s journey, I retired to rest quite early, and while I still lay wide awake in my bed I heard a voice calling me by name, and then saying, ‘The handcart people are in trouble and you are wanted; will you go and help them?’ I turned instinctively in the direction from whence the voice came and beheld an ordinary-sized man in the room. Without hesitation I answered, “Yes, I will go if I am called.” I then turned around to go to sleep, but had laid only a few minutes when the voice called a second time, repeating almost the same words as on the first