Charles Henry John West learns to listen to the still small voice

I worked for President Young quite awhile, doing all manner of chores. Sometimes in the garden and orchard, in the harvest field. While working there I had, with another teamster, to go after bridge timbers for the railroad, President Young having the contract, I went up City Creek Canyon about 7 miles to the mill, got loaded up, and made up my load with inch lumber. Coming down the canyon a voice said to me stop and rebind your load. I said no I will stop when I get up with the other team which was ahead of me. Some of the boards shoved forward and touched the mules and when I wanted to stop I could not, which scared the mules and I found I had a runaway team to handle. I made up my mind to start the mules uphill when I came to a good place and then jump off. It happened fortunate the the mules saw the team ahead of them and slackened their speed. I stopped and rebound my load. That was a lesson to me to give heed to the still small voice.