G. J. Adams

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  • Page 335

    Part of Journal (January 1, 1843 - December 31, 1844)

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    October 6, 1844 ~ Sunday 5 6th Sunday I Preached to the saints in the forenoon & Br Sparks in the afternoon I visited sister Adams in the evening who lade at the point of death we administered to her by the laying on of hands I returned to Br A. Deweys and spent the night [FIGURE] I wrote a letter in the evening [FIGURE] October 7, 1844 ~ Monday 7th I took cars & wrote rode to
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    October 6, 1844 October 7, 1844 October 8, 1844 October 9, 1844
  • Page 337

    Part of Journal (January 1, 1843 - December 31, 1844)

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    slips of paper on the ground from whence he rose Br Whitmore picked up one of them & read the following words (Emma is not worthy of me) he wished to read the others but the person with him picked them up & put them in his pocket & did not let him read them. At the close of my meeting Elder Brannan prefered a charge against Elder Hardy for slander so did Elder Adams ...
    Dates:
    October 13, 1844 October 14, 1844
  • Page 43

    Part of Journal (January 1, 1841 - December 31, 1842)

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    & now his son has commanded her soon to leave she wishes to gather with the Saints to Zion, the Saints gave me £0.7 shillings we spent the night at Br Pullins. We herd by letter from Elder Glover that Elders Orson Hide & G J Adams had just arived from N Y 13 m March 12, 1841 ~ Friday 12 [FIGURE] I wrote a letter to Elder
    Dates:
    March 12, 1841 March 13, 1841 March 14, 1841 March 15, 1841
  • Page 124

    Part of Journal (January 1, 1843 - December 31, 1844)

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    No for it takes all our time to try to save the that is reaped you think that Elder Young has put the flail on rather heavy. But it is nothing to be compaired with the Threshing you will get in Zion, & those that have the harde- st heads have to be thrashed the hardest, but dont be troubled about the chaff when it comes to the barns God will prepare a great wind Mill that will blow all the chaff away I speak in Parables ...