Labors in the Vineyard: Twelfth Book of the Faith-Promoting Series. Designed for the Instruction and Encouragement of Young Latter-Day Saints.Various
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Labors in the Vineyard: Twelfth Book of the Faith-Promoting Series. Designed for the Instruction and Encouragement of Young Latter-Day Saints.
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Church of Jesus Christ of Latter-day Saints -- Missions
We rather crowded ourselves on to him. It was a damp, cold day, and the
man of the house was very stingy with his coal. We finally found his
coal-house and helped ourselves to fuel. It was amusing to see the old
gentleman come in and out and eye our bountiful fire, and we thought
the more coal we burned the more anxious the old man would be to get us
out of the house. So the next time he came into the room he found us
with a fire that entirely filled the fire place. I took no notice of
his sour looks and gravely told him that Brother Wallace was a builder
by trade and took great pleasure in visiting the churches and public
buildings, and asked him if he would allow us the keys of his church,
that we might examine the architectural designs. He gave us the keys
and we told him we would not return that afternoon until late.
This town was divided into what was called Upper and Lower Shipdom,
and was separated by quite a little distance. The church was in Upper
Shipdom. One of us went to the lower town and notified the people
quietly that an American gentleman would lecture in the Upper Church
that evening, while the other examined the church, arranged the seats
and lights. At the hour appointed the church was pretty well filled. We
did not light up until all was ready for commencing.
Brother Wallace took the stand, and preached a very good sermon, while
I took my stand against the inside of the door dressed as a policeman
and with a club in my hand. By occasionally tapping a few on the
shoulder I succeeded in keeping pretty good order until "amen" was
said, when Brother Wallace made his exit through the back and I through
the front door. By some means the door got locked after we had passed
out, and the mob, which had by this time collected, imagining we had
locked ourselves in, made pretty violent demonstrations at the front of
the building trying to get at us while we were laughingly wending our
way to some other section.
For the next two weeks the papers of the neighborhood teemed with
accounts of "Mormon impudence," etc., and in a little time we could
not call a meeting anywhere in the conference, but what it would be
crowded. Curiosity was above par.
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