“I dreamed that I, with a number of others, members of the Battle Creek Church, was on board a train of cars. The cars were low—I could hardly stand erect in them. They were ill-ventilated, having an odor as though they had not been ventilated for months. The road over which they were passing was very rough, and the cars shook about at a furious rate, sometimes causing our baggage to fall off, and sometimes throwing off some of the passengers. We had to keep stopping to get on our passengers and baggage, or repair the track. We seemed to work some time and to make little or no headway. We were indeed a sorry-looking set of travelers. {1T 601.1}

"Jeg drømte at jeg med en del andre medlemmer fra Battle Creek menigheden, var i et tog med vogne. Vogne var lave - og jeg kunne næsten ikke stå oprejst i dem. De var dårlig ventilerede og havde en lugt, som om de ikke havde været ventileret i flere måneder. Sporet som det kørte på var meget ujævn og vognene rystede voldsomt og fik nogen gange vor bagage til at falde af og nogen gange faldt nogle af passagererne af. Nogle gange stoppede vi for at få vor bagage og vore passagerer på igen, eller for at udbedre sporet. Det var som om vi arbejdede og kom nogle gange kun lidt eller slet ikke frem. Vi var faktisk en ynkelig gruppe rejsende.