Mr. Connor

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  • Page 38

    Part of Journal (December 29, 1833 – January 3, 1838)

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    January 19, 1835 ~ Monday Jan 19th Left Mr Jerew and crossed the Osage River and travled through a long level fertile praire a Southeast course we traveled this day 60 long miles it being so dark we could not follow the road and we concluded to camp in the woods for the night as we could hear no sound but the howling of wolfs and as we were about to build a fire we herd the barking of a dog and the tinkling of a bell we ...
    Dates:
    January 19, 1835 January 20, 1835 January 21, 1835
  • Page 9

    Part of Autobiography 1865 Millennial Star

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    Saints, and had lately moved here, depending upon his gun mostly for his living. It was sixty miles to a house on the north, and twelve miles on the south. He and his family were living in a small old log hut, about twelve feet square, and one bed in the room, upon which lay his wife, several children and three young dogs. He lay stretched out upon the bare floor, with his feet to a small fire. There was no door to the house, but a rag- ged quilt ...
    Dates:
    January 24, 1835
  • Page 11

    Part of Autobiography 1857-1858 Draft 1

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    as he could each jump. I told him not to be frightened as we were travellers & friends & did not wish to hurt him but wished to stop with him him over night, when he came to his senses we as he gave us permission to stop with him till morning if we would take the bare floor as he did then we excepted, we asked for something to eat as we had walked 60 miles with[out] eating a morsel of food. He said he had nothing for us said that hed had got to kill ...
  • Page 9

    Part of Autobiography 1857-1858 Draft 2

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    and three young dogs, he lay stretched out upon the bare floor with his feet to a small fire, there was no door to the house, but a ragged quilt hung up in the door way; it was past 11 o'clock at night. I turned away the quilt, looked into the house, every thing was in sound sleep, I ^&^ spoke three times; no one stirred, not even a dog. I walked in and laid my hands upon the man's shoulders, and spoke to him; the moment he felt the weight of my hand, he leaped ...
  • Page 7

    Part of Autobiography Tullidge's Quarterly Magazine 1883-84

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    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 ...