TULLIDGE`S QUARTERLY MAGAZINE.

eat. That was the hardest day's work
of my life.

The man's name was Williams. He
was in the mob in Jackson County: and
after the Saints were driven out, he, with
many others, went south.

We got up in the morning and walked
in the rain twelve miles to the house of
a man named Bemon, who was also one
of the mob from Jackson County. They
were about sitting down to breakfast as
we came in.

In those days it was the custom of the
Missourians to ask you to eat even if
they intended to cut your throat as soon
as you got through; so he asked us to
take breakfast, and we were very glad of
the invitation.

He knew we were Mormons; and as
soon as we began to eat he began to
swear about the Mormons. He had a
large platter of bacon and eggs, and
plenty of bread on the table, and his
swearing did not hinder our eating, for
the harder he swore the harder we ate,
until we got our stomachs full; then we
arose from the table, took our hats,
thanked him for our breakfast, and the
last we heard of him he was still swear-
ing.

I trust the Lord will reward him for
our breakfast.

In the early days of the Church, it
was a great treat to an Elder in his travels
through the country to find a Mormon;
it was so with us. We were hardly in
Arkansas when we heard of a family
named Akeman. They were in Jackson
County in the persecutions. Some of
the sons had been tied up there and
whipped on their bare backs with hickory
switches by the mob. We heard of their
living on Petit Jean River, in the Ar-
kansas Territory, and we went a long
way to visit them.

There had recently been heavy rains,
and a creek that we had to cross was
swollen to a rapid stream of eight rods
in width. There was no person living
nearer than two miles from the crossing,
and no boat. The people living at the
last house on the road, some three miles
from the crossing, said we would have to
tarry till the water fell before we could
cross. We did not stop, feeling to trust
in God.

Just as we arrived at the rolling flood
a negro, on a powerful horse, entered
the stream on the opposite side and rode
through it. On our making our wants
known to him, he took us, one at a time,
behind him and carried us safely over,
and we went on our way rejoicing.

We arrived that night within five
miles of Mr. Akeman's, and were kindly
entertained by a stranger. During the
night I had the following dream:

I thought an angel came to us, and
told us we were commanded of the Lord
to follow a certain straight path, which
was pointed out to us, let it lead us
wherever it might. After we had walked
in it awhile we came to the door of a
house, which was in the line of a high
wall running north and south, so that we
could not go around. I opened the door
and saw the room was filled with large
serpents, and I shuddered at the sight.
My companion said he would not go
into the room for fear of the serpents.
I told him I should try to go through the
room though they killed me, for the
Lord had commanded it. As I stepped
into the room the serpents coiled them-
selves up, and raised their heads some
two feet from the floor, to spring at me.
There was one much larger than the rest
in the centre of the room, which raised
his head nearly as high as mine and
made a spring at me. At that instant I
felt as though nothing but the power of
God could save me, and I stood still.
Just before the serpent reached me he
dropped dead at my feet; all the rest
dropped dead, swelled up, turned black,
burst open, took fire and were consumed
before my eyes, and we went through
the room unharmed, and thanked God
for our deliverance.

I awoke in the morning and pondered
upon the dream. We took breakfast,
and started on our journey on Sunday
morning, to visit Mr. Akeman. I re-
lated to my companion my dream, and
told him we should see something strange.
We had great anticipations of meeting
Mr. Akeman, supposing him to be a
member of the Church. When we ar-
rived at his house he received us very
coldly, and we soon found that he had
apostatized. He brought railing accusa-
tions against the Book of Mormon and
the authorities of the Church.

Word was sent through all the settle-
ments on the river for twenty miles that
two Mormon preachers were in the place.

TULLIDGE'S QUARTERLY MAGAZINE.

Column 1 eat. That was the hardest day's work of my life.

The man's name was Williams. He was in the mob in Jackson County: and after the Saints were driven out, he, with many others, went south.

We got up in the morning and walked in the rain twelve miles to the house of a man named Bemon, who was also one of the mob from Jackson County. They were about sitting down to breakfast as we came in.

In those days it was the custom of the Missourians to ask you to eat even if they intended to cut your throat as soon as you got through; so he asked us to take breakfast, and we were very glad of the invitation.

He knew we were Mormons; and as soon as we began to eat he began to swear about the Mormons. He had a large platter of bacon and eggs, and plenty of bread on the table, and his swearing did not hinder our eating, for the harder he swore the harder we ate, until we got our stomachs full; then we arose from the table, took our hats, thanked him for our breakfast, and the last we heard of him he was still swearing.

I trust the Lord will reward him for our breakfast.

In the early days of the Church, it was a great treat to an Elder in his travels through the country to find a Mormon; it was so with us. We were hardly in Arkansas when we heard of a family named Akeman. They were in Jackson County in the persecutions. Some of the sons had been tied up there and whipped on their bare backs with hickory switches by the mob. We heard of their living on Petit Jean River, in the Arkansas Territory, and we went a long way to visit them.

There had recently been heavy rains, and a creek that we had to cross was swollen to a rapid stream of eight rods in width. There was no person living nearer than two miles from the crossing, and no boat. The people living at the last house on the road, some three miles from the crossing, said we would have to tarry till the water fell before we could cross. We did not stop, feeling to trust in God.

Just as we arrived at the rolling flood a negro, on a powerful horse, entered

Column 2 the stream on the opposite side and rode through it. On our making our wants known to him, he took us, one at a time, behind him and carried us safely over, and we went on our way rejoicing.

We arrived that night within five miles of Mr. Akeman's, and were kindly entertained by a stranger. During the night I had the following dream:

I thought an angel came to us, and told us we were commanded of the Lord to follow a certain straight path, which was pointed out to us, let it lead us wherever it might. After we had walked in it awhile we came to the door of a house, which was in the line of a high wall running north and south, so that we could not go around. I opened the door and saw the room was filled with large serpents, and I shuddered at the sight. My companion said he would not go into the room for fear of the serpents. I told him I should try to go through the room though they killed me, for the Lord had commanded it. As I stepped into the room the serpents coiled themselves up, and raised their heads some two feet from the floor, to spring at me. There was one much larger than the rest in the centre of the room, which raised his head nearly as high as mine and made a spring at me. At that instant I felt as though nothing but the power of God could save me, and I stood still. Just before the serpent reached me he dropped dead at my feet; all the rest dropped dead, swelled up, turned black, burst open, took fire and were consumed before my eyes, and we went through the room unharmed, and thanked God for our deliverance.

I awoke in the morning and pondered upon the dream. We took breakfast, and started on our journey on Sunday morning, to visit Mr. Akeman. I related to my companion my dream, and told him we should see something strange. We had great anticipations of meeting Mr. Akeman, supposing him to be a member of the Church. When we arrived at his house he received us very coldly, and we soon found that he had apostatized. He brought railing accusations against the Book of Mormon and the authorities of the Church.

Word was sent through all the settlements on the river for twenty miles that two Mormon preachers were in the place.