Memoirs of William Miller - Sylvester Bliss

and well trod. I then thought of the broad way
mentioned in the Scriptures, and turned away,
determining within myself not to go therein. I then
looked to the south, and saw a few people come out
of the house, and one by one take a south-east
course, and follow each other in a direct line, until
I lost sight of them. While I stood thinking of them,
I heard a voice, as from above, saying, ‘This is the
way; walk ye in it.’ Although I saw no path, I
followed the same course, and soon came to a strait
way, cast up with two gulfs on either side. The path
was marked with footsteps indented into the earth
as deep as a shoe, and only wide enough for these
tracks, one before the other, in a straight line. I
soon overtook some travelling the same road, and
one old man, apparently ninety or one hundred
years of age, bowed down to the earth, and
withered up. He appeared to be praising God that
he had mercy on such an old, dry stick, while
thousands younger were left to go in the broad
way. I thought my road became more rugged,
although the steps continued. When I came to any
of these places, by setting my staff down it became
long or short, as occasion might require, and I
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