'At length we came to a large chasm, at which our path ended. There was nothing now to guide the feet, nothing upon which to rest them. Our whole reliance must be upon the cords, which had increased in size, until they were as large as our bodies. Here we were for a time thrown into perplexity and distress. We inquired in fearful whispers, “To what is the cord attached?” My husband was just before me. Large drops of sweat were falling from his brow, the veins in his neck and temples were increased to double their usual size, and suppressed, agonizing groans came from his lips. The sweat was dropping from my face, and I felt such anguish as I had never felt before. A fearful struggle was before us. Should we fail here, all the difficulties of our journey had been experienced for nought.

Before us, on the other side of the chasm, was a beautiful field of green grass, about six inches high. I could not see the sun, but bright soft beams of light, resembling fine gold and silver, were resting upon this field. Nothing I had seen upon earth could compare in beauty and glory with this field. But could we succeed in reaching it? was the anxious inquiry. Should the cord break, we must perish. Again, in whispered anguish, the words were breathed, “What holds the cord?”'

The fearful struggle before them, the company, now decreased in size, saw the importance of getting across the chasm. If they did not succeed in this struggle, then all their hardships would be for nought. We will be tested in this same way at the end of time and if we fail, we will perish. If it is found that the chords that have sustained us are rested with God, then we have nothing to fear, and we will cross the great chasm without falling, but if we have put our trust in things that will not bear our weight into the kingdom of heaven, then we are doomed to fall.