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myself. Under these circumstances,
advised me to continue
my journey with , and
make the best of my way to .
After committing Elder Taylor into
the hands of the Lord, though painful
to me, I gave him the parting hand and
started. I left him in ,
Wayne County, Indiana, in the hands of
a merciful God and a kind and benevo-
lent family, who promised to do ever-
thing in their power to make him com-
fortable until his recovery.
This they did, though he passed
through a severe course of the and was sick nigh unto death.
Through the mercy of God, however,
he recovered from his sickness, and con-
tinued his journey. We next met in the
City of New York.
I continued my journey with Father
Coltrin, and we reached on
the 18th of September. We there took
steamer for , 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 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 home in , on the
21st of September.
I was glad to meet with my father's
family and the other members of the
small branch of the Church which ex-
isted there upon this occasion, as I found
them all strong in the faith of the gos-
pel, and glad to meet with me.
I was still suffering with the ague daily.
On the 27th of September, my grand-
mother (on my mother's side), , died at . She was
eighty-four years of age.
It was a singular coincidence that she
with her husband, , also
and , 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 4th of October, 1839, my
uncle, , 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 re-
gard to my own life, as I had suffered
with 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 five miles, through a
cold, chilly wind, and I commenced
speaking to a large congregation, at the
same hour that my chill had been in the
habit of coming on.
I spoke over an hour with great free-
dom, and my chill left me from that
hour, and I had no more attacks for
many days.
On the Monday following, October
17th, I felt sufficiently restored to health
to continue my journey. I took leave of
my father and , and left for New
York, where I arrived on the morning
of the 8th of November.
I spent two months and seven days
after my arrival in , in travel-
ing and preaching in that city, and , a portion of the
time with and . I
had frequent attacks during this time of
the chills and fever, but I preached al-
most daily.
On the 13th of December I attended
our conference in New York City, with
Parley P. Pratt, and on this day Elder
John Taylor arrived in our midst, and it
was a happy meeting.
He had passed through a severe siege
of sickness after we parted but through
the mercy of God had been preserved,
and was able to continue his journey.
He also informed us that others of the
Twelve had suffered a great deal of sick-
