Maud May Babcock's miraculous rescue in the mountains

“At this crucial moment, fearing the horse would any moment slide down the mountain and I would be dashed to death after him if the shale began to move, I prayed my Heavenly Father for help. As I raised my head, a voice above me said, 'How did you come here, my daughter?' I jabbered in my relief and excitement, trying to explain our predicament, and before my explanation was finished I was standing on the top, with Miss Lamson, and both our horses in a semi-circle facing the stranger. We had no recollection of how we or the horses got there. The man had a gray, Vandyke beard, a cap on his head, and was dressed in very new blue overalls. He was very clean, and I was surprised to notice his white hands, as if unused to manual labor. He addressed me as ' My daughter,' and although Miss Lamson asked him several questions, he directed his answers always to me instead of to her. I inquired about the road and the way, and he said, 'Go right on, my daughter, the way you are going, and you will be all right.' While talking to him, unconsciously we got on our horses. Before we had gone twenty feet, it came to me that I had failed to thank the man who had saved our lives. I turned to atone for my neglect and ingratitude, but although we could see at least a mile in every direction, the stranger had vanished. We seemed to have been in a daze from the wonder and marvel of our experience, which had seemed perfectly natural, when it rushed over me, and, as inspired, I said, 'He was one of the three Nephites.' — Millennial Star 83:50”