When it became know that I was a Mormon, all crowded around to look at me as though there was some peculiarity about a "Mormon" that was not about any other person. Some wanted to see the Mormon Bible, the golden Bible, etc. I handed them my pocket Bible--a new book, gilt-edged. They took it and looked it all through carefully, then handed it back to me, remarking they could see no difference in it than their own Bible.
--Wandle Mace, missionary, from his journal.