Elisha Milton Chalk's Vision

(as told by his son James A. Chalk by requet of James' daughter Dorothy James of Farmington New Mexico)

Before he left Tennessee to come west, his brother John came to him and said, "I hear you are going west with these Mormons?" "Yes," said father, "I've joined the Church and am leaving in a few days." "Now, listen, Milt," says John, "Don't go. Please don't. I'll give you half I own if you'll only denounce them and stay here. Please, Milt, forget all this religious idea and join me. We can make real good financially with the land, cattle and hogs I have, and as I say, it's half yours if you'll stay." " No, John. Your offer is great and I love you as dear as any man can love his brother, but this is the Master's work and my services are pledged to Him, John, and I cannot deny and turn back on that which I know to be true, which pertains to life hereafter as well as this one here. So I am soon ready now with what little I have left, and Betty (as he always called Mother), the baby and I will soon be in the valley of the mountains with the Saints there to stay and make our home."

His brother's kindness, seeing that Milt was full set and prepared to go with the caravan of people leaving that district, turned to wicked wrath. He belittled the Mormon Church, its members and leaders and even his brother. He said in conclusion, "I'd like to help mob those Elders. I'd like to hold the rope to hang them." My father had listened to it all, then in kindness to his brother, said, "John, you'll be sorry some day for what you've said. You will come to me someday for help to get you where I intend to go with these Elders and the Mormons."

John turned and rode away. Father never saw him any more until they arrived at Santa Fe, New Mexico. Here they camped. On the 5th of October 1877, that evening as he retired, all was quiet. His wife and child were asleep. All at once, a man appeared standing close by and said, "Milt, this is John, your brother." "Yes, John, what for and why are you here." "I came, Milt, as I know now that you were right and I do want you to help me to where you are. Will you, Milt, please?" John says, "My brother, there is a great gulf between you and I. I will help you to the top of the hill, but you will have to work your own way across." "I will be thankful for any help you can give me," he said and the visitor was gone. The vision closed.

On their next mail-receiving day away on in Arizona, he received a letter from Martha Henry Chalk, his brother John's wife, stating her husband's death on October 5th, the evening which he appeared to my father. On arriving in Utah, and when father and mother went to the St. George Temple, they did Uncle John's work. They were baptized for him, did his endowments and had him sealed to father and mother. Finishing his promise in full, now it was up to John to work the balance out and get across the gulf that separated them, for he would have to work and gain for himself a knowledge of all that the gospel taught and have a testimony of its truthfulness before this blessing would be given him. He would have to repent and pay the uttermost farthing for all he had said and done against the Elders and Church before he died.