History of the Prophet Joseph, by His MotherSmith, Lucy
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History of the Prophet Joseph, by His Mother
Smith, Lucy
Smith, Joseph, Jr., 1805-1844
"Mormons!" ejaculated she, in a quick, good-natured tone. "What be
they? I never heard of them before."
"I told you that we were 'Mormons,'" I replied, "because that is what
the world call us, but the only name we acknowledge is Latter-day
Saints."
"Latter-day Saints!" rejoined she, "I never heard of them either."
I then informed her that this Church was brought forth through the
instrumentality of a prophet, and that I was the mother of this prophet.
"What!" said she, a "prophet in these days! I never heard of the like
in my life; and if you will come and sit with me, you shall have a room
for your sisters and their children, but you yourself must come and
stay with me, and tell me all about it."
This I promised to do, and then returned to the boat, and had the
sisters, and their sick children removed to the old lady's house; and
after making them comfortable, I went into her room. We soon fell into
conversation, in which I explained to her, as clearly as I could, the
principles of the gospel. On speaking of the laying on of hands for
the reception of the Holy Ghost, she was as much surprised as those
disciples were whom Paul found at Ephesus, and she asked me, "What do
you mean by the Holy Ghost?" I continued my explanations until after
two o'clock the next morning, when we removed to the boat again. On
arriving there, Captain Blake requested the passengers to remain on
board, as he wished, from that time, to be ready to start at a moment's
warning; at the same time he sent out a man to measure the depth of the
ice, who, when he returned, reported that it was piled up to the height
of twenty feet, and that it was his opinion that we would remain in the
harbor at least two weeks longer.
At this, Porter Rockwell started on shore to see his uncle. His mother
endeavored to prevent him, but he paid no attention to her, and she
then appealed to me, saying, "Mother Smith, do get Porter back, for he
won't mind anybody but you." I told him that, if he went, we should
leave him on shore, but he could do as he liked. He left the boat, and
several others were about following him; but when I spoke to them,
they replied, "we will do just as you say, Mother Smith," and returned
immediately.
Just then, William whispered in my ear, "Mother, do see the confusion
yonder; won't you go and put a stop to it!"
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