In this state of things it was decided that we would return to Battle Creek and there remain while the roads were in a muddy, broken-up condition, and that I would there complete No. 12. My husband was very anxious to see his brethren at Battle Creek and speak to them and rejoice with them in the work which God was doing for him. I gathered up my writings, and we started on our journey. On the way we held two meetings in Orange and had evidence that the church was profited and encouraged. We were ourselves refreshed by the Spirit of the Lord. That night I dreamed that I was in Battle Creek looking out from the side glass at the door and saw a company marching up to the house, two and two. They looked stern and determined. I knew them well and turned to open the parlor door to receive them, but thought I would look again. The scene was changed. The company now presented the appearance of a Catholic procession. One bore in his hand a cross, another a reed. And as they approached, the one carrying a reed made a circle around the house, saying three times: “This house is proscribed. The goods must be confiscated. They have spoken against our holy order.” Terror seized me, and I ran through the house, out of the north door, and found myself in the midst of a company, some of whom I knew, but I dared not speak a word to them for fear of being betrayed. I tried to seek a retired spot where I might weep and pray without meeting eager, inquisitive eyes wherever I turned. I repeated frequently: “If I could only understand this! If they will tell me what I have said or what I have done!” {1T 577.2}

I den tilstand tingene stod i nu, var jeg besluttet på at vi kunne vende tilbage til Battle Creek og blive dér, så længe vejene var i en mudret og opbrudt tilstand og så ville jeg på dette sted fuldende nr 12. Min mand var meget ivrig efter at se sine brødre i Battle Creek og tale med dem og glæde sig med dem over det arbejde, som Gud har gjort for ham. Jeg samlede mine skrifter op og vi påbegyndte vor rejse. Undervejs holdt vi to møder i Orange og var vidne til at menigheden (578) blev gavnet og opmuntret. Vi blev selv opfrisket i Herrens Ånd. Den nat drømte jeg at jeg var i Battle Creek og så et selskab ud af glassiden i døren, marchere frem to og to mod huset. Jeg kendte dem godt og gik hen for at åbne salondøren for at tage imod dem, men så tænkte jeg, at jeg måtte se efter igen. Scenen blev forandret. Selskabet viste sig nu i et katolsk optog. En bar et kors i sin hånd, en anden et rør. Og da de nærmede sig, tegnede ham som bar røret, en cirkel rundt om huset og sagde tre gange: "Dette hus er gjort fredløst. Ejendelene må beslaglægges. De har talt imod vores hellige orden." Rædsel greb mig og jeg løb gennem huset, ud af døren i nordsiden og fandt mig selv i midten af selskabet, nogle af dem, jeg kendte, men jeg turde ikke sige et ord imod dem af frygt for at blive røbet. Jeg prøvede at finde et afsides sted hvor jeg kunne græde og bede uden at møde de spændte og nysgerrige øjne, hvor jeg end vendte mig. Jeg gentog ofte: "Hvis jeg bare kunne forstå dette! Om de dog ville fortælle mig hvad jeg har sagt eller hvad jeg har gjort!"