We conversed together for three hours in this solitary
abode. He informed me of many things which had trans-
pired while he was confined there as a prisoner. Among
other things, he mentioned that the jail had taken fire a few
days previous to my visit. He said it looked a little like a
dark hour. The fire was roaring over his head, while uproar
and confusion were upon every hand. Fire engines were
rapidly playing around the building, with water pouring into
every room. The people were hallooing in the streets.
Prisoners were begging for mercy's sake to be let out, or they
would be consumed in the fire. One was struggling in the
agonies of death, while others were cursing and swearing.
Brother Rockwood said he felt composed in the midst of it
until the fire was extinguished.
At eight o'clock the jailor unlocked the prison door to let
me out, and I gave the parting hand to the prisoner of
hope.
We had spent a pleasant time together, and he rejoiced at
my visit; and who would not, to meet with a friend in a lonely
prison? I left him in good spirits, and wended my way back
to Boston.
I spent several days in Boston, holding meetings with the
Saints there, and then walked to Providence, Rhode Island,
preaching by the way.
I there took steamer and arrived in New York on the , where I met with Elder Orson Pratt and his family,
and Elijah Fordham and near one hundred Saints who had
been baptized in the city of New York.
I spent three days in New York visiting the Saints and
holding meetings. Several new converts were baptized while
I was there.
Leaving New York, I traveled through New Jersey, and
returned to Farmington, Connecticut, the residence of my father. I arrived at his house on the .
It was with peculiar sensations that I walked over my native
land, where I spent my youth, and cast my eyes over the Farmington meadows and the hills and dales where I had
We conversed together for three hours in this solitary
abode. He informed me of many things which had transpired while he was confined there as a prisoner. Among
other things, he mentioned that the jail had taken fire a few
days previous to my visit. He said it looked a little like a
dark hour. The fire was roaring over his head, while uproar
and confusion were upon every hand. Fire engines were
rapidly playing around the building, with water pouring into
every room. The people were hallooing in the streets.
Prisoners were begging for mercy's sake to be let out, or they
would be consumed in the fire. One was struggling in the
agonies of death, while others were cursing and swearing.
Brother Rockwood said he felt composed in the midst of it
until the fire was extinguished.
At eight o'clock the jailor unlocked the prison door to let
me out, and I gave the parting hand to the prisoner of
hope.
We had spent a pleasant time together, and he rejoiced at
my visit; and who would not, to meet with a friend in a lonely
prison? I left him in good spirits, and wended my way back
to Boston.
I spent several days in Boston, holding meetings with the
Saints there, and then walked to Providence, Rhode Island,
preaching by the way.
I there took steamer and arrived in New York on the , where I met with Elder Orson Pratt and his family,
and Elijah Fordham and near one hundred Saints who had
been baptized in the city of New York.
I spent three days in New York visiting the Saints and
holding meetings. Several new converts were baptized while
I was there.
Leaving New York, I traveled through New Jersey, and
returned to Farmington, Connecticut, the residence of my
father. I arrived at his house on the .
It was with peculiar sensations that I walked over my native
land, where I spent my youth, and cast my eyes over the
Farmington meadows and the hills and dales where I had