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
telling each other of their exploits, in murdering the "Mormons,"
in plundering their houses, and carrying off their property. At
the end of every song, they would bring in the chorus, "God d--n
God, God d--n Jesus Christ, God d--n the Presbyterians, God d--n
the Baptists, God d--n the Methodists!" reiterating one sect after
another in the same manner, until they came to the "Mormons;" to
them it was, "God d--n, the God d--n 'Mormons!' we have sent them
to hell." Then they would slap their hands and shout, "Hosannah,
hosannah, glory to God!" and fall down on their backs, and kick
with their feet a few moments; then they would pretend to have
swooned away in a glorious trance, in order to imitate some of the
transactions at camp meetings. Then they would pretend to come out
of their trance, and would shout, and again slap their hands, and
jump up, while one would take a bottle of whiskey and a tumbler,
and turn it out full of whiskey, and pour it down each other's
necks, crying, "D--n it, take it, you must take it;" and if any
one refused to drink the whiskey, others would clinch him, while
another poured it down his neck, and what did not go down the
inside went down the outside. This is a part of the farce acted out
by the grand jury of Daviess county, while they stood over us as
guards for ten nights successively. And all this in the presence
of the great Judge Birch! who had previously said in our hearing
that there was no law for "Mormons" in the state of Missouri. His
brother was then acting as district attorney in that circuit, and,
if anything, was a greater cannibal than the judge. After all these
ten days of drunkenness, we were informed that we were indicted
for treason, murder, arson, larceny, theft, and stealing. We asked
for a change of venue from that county to Marion county, but they
would not grant it; but they gave us a change of venue from Daviess
to Boon county, and a mittimus was made out by the pretended Judge
Birch, without date, name, or place. They fitted us out with a
two-horse wagon and horses, and four men, besides the sheriff, to
be our guard. There were five of us. We started from Gallatin, the
sun about two hours high, p. m., and went as far as Diahman that
evening, and staid till morning. There we bought two horses of the
guard, and paid for one of them in our clothing which we had with
us, and for the other we gave our note. We went down that day as
far as Judge Morin's, a distance of some four or five miles. There
we staid until the morning, when we started on our journey to Boon
county, and traveled on the road about twenty miles distance.
There we bought a jug of whiskey, with which we treated the
company, and while there the sheriff showed us the mittimus before
referred to, without date or signature, and said that Judge Birch
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