LEAVES FROM MY JOURNAL
Brother was about the only man in the quorum that
was not sick.
Soon a brother came along with a wagon, and took us in.
As we were driving through the place, we came to , who was stripped to the shirt and pants with his head
and feet bare. He was hewing a log, preparing to build a
cabin.
"He said: "Brother Woodruff, I have no money, but I
have an empty purse, which I will give you." He brought
it to me, and I thanked him for it.
We went a few rods further, and met Brother , in the same condition, also hewing a log, towards
building a cabin.
He said: "As Parley has given you a purse, I have got a
dollar I will give you to put in it.”
He gave me both a dollar and a blessing.
We drove sixteen miles across a prairie, and spent the night
with a Brother . The day following we rode ten miles,
to a Brother , and he took us in his wagon to
, and from thence to Brother .
I rode four hours during the day over a very rough road of
stones and stumps, lying on my back in the bottom of the
wagon, shaking with the ague, and I suffered much.
We held a meeting in a grove near Don Carlos Smith's, and
here Elder Taylor baptized , who afterwards
was ordained a Bishop.
At the meeting the Saints gave us nine dollars, and George
Miller gave us a horse to help us on our journey.
I rode to with Father , where I had an
interview with several families of the Fox Island Saints,
whom I had brought up with me from , in 1838.
I spent several days with them and at , where
Elder Taylor published fifteen hundred copies, in pamphlet
form, of a brief sketch of the persecutions and sufferings of
the Latter-day Saints, inflicted by the inhabitants of .
We sold our horse, and in company with Father Coltrin,
Brother Taylor and myself left Springfield, and continued
our journey.