for Buffalo, but were three days and a night in a storm before
we made the harbor. We landed at midnight, and in doing
so we ran into a schooner, and stove it in.
From Buffalo I traveled to Albany in a canal boat, and had
a stroke of the ague daily.
While on my journey, at Albany, I took a stage in the
night, and rode to my father's home in Farmington, on the
.
I was glad to meet with my father's family and the other
members of the small branch of the Church which existed
here upon this occasion, as I found them all strong in the
faith of the gospel, and glad to meet with me.
I was still suffering with the ague daily.
On the , my grandmother (on my
mother's side), Anna Thompson, died at Avon. She was
eighty-four years of age.
It was a singular coincidence that she, with her husband, Lot Thompson, also Mercy Thompson and Samuel Thompson,
all of one family, died when they were eighty-four years of
age. I was not able to attend my grandmother's funeral.
On the , my uncle, Adna Hart, died,
aged forty-three years. I had visited him in his sickness, and
preached the gospel to him, and he was believing. I had also
been associated with him from my youth up.
On his death-bed he sent me a request that I would preach
his funeral sermon.
I was having the chills and fever daily at the time, attended
with a very severe cough, so much so, that my father thought
that I would never leave his home alive. But when they
brought me the request of my dying uncle, and the day came
for his burial, I told my father to get his horse and buggy
ready, for I was going to attend the funeral.
He thought I was very reckless in regard to my own life, as
I had suffered with the chills and fever some fifteen days, and
to attempt to speak in my weak state, and to begin at the same
hour that my chill was to come on, seemed to him foolhardy.
My parents were quite alarmed, yet according to my request
my father got up his team, and I rode with him and my step-
mother five miles, through a cold, chilly wind, and I
DEATH OF TWO OF MY RELATIVES.
for Buffalo, but were three days and a night in a storm before
we made the harbor. We landed at midnight, and in doing
so we ran into a schooner, and stove it in.
From Buffalo I traveled to Albany in a canal boat, and had
a stroke of the ague daily.
While on my journey, at Albany, I took a stage in the
night, and rode to my father's home in Farmington, on the
.
I was glad to meet with my father's family and the other
members of the small branch of the Church which existed
here upon this occasion, as I found them all strong in the
faith of the gospel, and glad to meet with me.
I was still suffering with the ague daily.
On the , my grandmother (on my
mother's side), Anna Thompson, died at Avon. She was
eighty-four years of age.
It was a singular coincidence that she, with her husband,
Lot Thompson, also Mercy Thompson and Samuel Thompson,
all of one family, died when they were eighty-four years of
age. I was not able to attend my grandmother's funeral.
On the , my uncle, Adna Hart, died,
aged forty-three years. I had visited him in his sickness, and
preached the gospel to him, and he was believing. I had also
been associated with him from my youth up.
On his death-bed he sent me a request that I would preach
his funeral sermon.
I was having the chills and fever daily at the time, attended
with a very severe cough, so much so, that my father thought
that I would never leave his home alive. But when they
brought me the request of my dying uncle, and the day came
for his burial, I told my father to get his horse and buggy
ready, for I was going to attend the funeral.
He thought I was very reckless in regard to my own life, as
I had suffered with the chills and fever some fifteen days, and
to attempt to speak in my weak state, and to begin at the same
hour that my chill was to come on, seemed to him foolhardy.
My parents were quite alarmed, yet according to my request
my father got up his team, and I rode with him and my stepmother five miles, through a cold, chilly wind, and I
