LEAVES FROM MY JOURNAL

Brother Taylor 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 Parley P.
Pratt, 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 Heber C.
Kimball, 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 Merrill. The day following we rode ten miles,
to a Brother Perkins', and he took us in his wagon to
Macomb, and from thence to Brother Don Carlos Smith's.

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 George Miller, 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 Rochester with Father Coltrin, where I had an
interview with several families of the Fox Island Saints,
whom I had brought up with me from Fox Islands, in 1838.
I spent several days with them and at Springfield, 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 Mis-
souri.

We sold our horse, and in company with Father Coltrin,
Brother Taylor and myself left Springfield, and continued
our journey.

LEAVES FROM MY JOURNAL

Brother Taylor 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 Parley P. Pratt, 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 Heber C. Kimball, 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 Merrill. The day following we rode ten miles, to a Brother Perkins', and he took us in his wagon to Macomb, and from thence to Brother Don Carlos Smith's.

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 George Miller, 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 Rochester with Father Coltrin, where I had an interview with several families of the Fox Island Saints, whom I had brought up with me from Fox Islands, in 1838. I spent several days with them and at Springfield, 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 Missouri.

We sold our horse, and in company with Father Coltrin, Brother Taylor and myself left Springfield, and continued our journey.