"My big bull-dog pray for me!" said the judge.

"The devil help us!" cried another.

Next morning as Elder Pratt and the man placed to guard him were walking in
the road, the elder asked the officer if he was good at a race.

"No!" was the reply, "but my big dog is. I have trained him and he will
take any man down at my bidding."

"Well," continued Bro. Pratt, "you have given me a chance to preach and
have given me lodging and breakfast. I thank you for your kindness, but I
must be going. Good-day, sir."

With that Elder Pratt left the man and his dog, and had got quite a
distance before the officer had recovered from his surprise. Then he came
running after him, clapping his hands and shouting to his dog.

"Stu--boy, stu--boy, take him Watch, lay hold of him! Down with him!" At
the same time pointing in the direction of the fleeing elder. Just as the
fierce animal was about to overtake him, Elder Pratt began clapping his
hands and shouting like the officer, pointing into the woods just ahead.
The dog bounded past him and was soon lost to sight in the forest, while
the missionary got safely away.

Mr. Carter read the Book of Mormon the elders had left. He believed, went
fifty miles to Kirtland, was baptized, returned home, began to preach, and
soon there was a branch of sixty members in that place.

In western Ohio the missionaries found another tribe of Indians with whom