My
uncle, David Patten Kimball, left his home in Arizona on a trip across
the Salt River desert. He had fixed up his books and settled accounts
and had told his wife of a premonition that he would not return. He
was lost on the desert for two days and three nights, suffering untold
agonies of thirst and pain. He passed into the the spirit world and
described later, in a letter of January 8, 1882, to his sister, what
happened there. He had seen his parents. My father told me I could remain
there if I chose to do so, but I plead with him that I might stay with
my family long enough to make them comfortable, to repent of my sins,
and more fully prepare myself for the change. Had it not been for this,
I never should have returned home, except as a corpse. Father finally
told me I could remain two years and to do all the good I could during
that time, after which he would come for me ... He mentioned four others
that he would come for also ... Two years to the day from that experience
on the desert he died easily and apparently without pain. Shortly before
he died he looked up and called, "Father, Father." Within
approximately a year of his death the other four men named were also
dead.
(President Kimball, Faith Precedes the Miracle, pp. 103-5) |