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Show i ttte Yes. It was strange.. The words seemed to give me power over him." "Like God was on your side, but not his?" "Something like that. but stronger. I felt physical power over him. He felt it too. I know he did. First he was afraid, then angry ." "Did he say anything." "No. He just jerked his horse's head around and galloped away." "Did you know who he was?" "I didn't while I was speaking. But Porter told me after the man was gone that he was the lieutenant governor, Lilburn Boggs." (To be continued) man on a black horse. "The girl was saying some of the usual things, about being thankful for the restored gospel, how she loved and appreciated her parents and things like that - when she suddenly began to speak in a language no one could understand." "Was she a foreign convert to the church. speaking her native language, perhaps German or Danish?" I asked. "No. She was born in America, and knew only' Knglish. She was speaking in tongues." "The gift of tongues'.'" 1 asked. "Yes. But no one could interpret. She just kept talking, saying the strange words no one could understand. un-derstand. One man said he thought she might be speaking Cherokee. Another said it was the pure Adamic language that everyone spoke before the Tower of Babel. No one could understand a word she said. One woman said she thought the girl was faking the strange tongue." "Was she?" I asked. "No. She really was speaking in a strange tongue." "How do you know she wasn't faking it?" "I was that girl." I looked at her in surprise, then asked what it was like. "The words just started coming into my mind. It seemed only natural to speak them. It wasn't like they were strange or new words, but old familiar ones that I had forgotten. I couldn't remember the meanings though. At first I didn't want to speak the words because I didn't know what they meant. But I felt compelled to speak, so I did." "And no one offered to interpret?" I asked. "No. But I think someone would have, with time, perhaps when I finished, but I didn't finish." "Why not?" "Suddenly everyone noticed the stranger. While I was talking he had ridden his horse right up to the edge of the ferry. I remember looking at him while I spoke in the strange language. At first he appeared to be curious, then afraid." "Afraid of a 14-year-old girl?" I asked. "They held church meetings on the ferry?" I asked. "Especially in the summer months," Polly responded. "The railing around the edges made comfortable seating. Being on the water, and in the shade of the big cottonwood trees, the ferry was a cool comfortable place when the weather was hot. "There was one testimony meeting I'll never forget. It was the fall of lH:i2. a warm October afternoon. af-ternoon. Sunday. A gentle breeze was blowing upstream. About 20 of us gathered at the ferry to end a fast, and bear testimony. Porter and Luana were there, as usual, but Porter never spoke or prayed in meetings or bore testimony. Never. "Four or five testimonies had been given when a 14-year-old girl stood to speak. Children usually didn't participate in testimony meetings, so I think most were surprised for a child to stand, and were listening closely to hear what she had to say. They didn't notice an approaching rider, at least no one said anything about the well-dressed |