The Autobiography of Parley Parker Pratt: One of the Twelve Apostles of the Church of Jesus Christ of Latter-Day Saints, Embracing His Life, Ministry, and TravelsPratt, Parley P. (Parley Parker)
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The Autobiography of Parley Parker Pratt: One of the Twelve Apostles of the Church of Jesus Christ of Latter-Day Saints, Embracing His Life, Ministry, and Travels
Pratt, Parley P. (Parley Parker)
Church of Jesus Christ of Latter-day Saints -- Apostles -- Biography; Pratt, Parley P. (Parley Parker), 1807-1857
The winter rolled round; spring came again; and with it a
prosecution on the part of Mr. Morgan for money due on land. The
consequence was that all our hard earnings, and all our
improvements in the wilderness, were wrested from us in a moment.
Mr. Morgan retained the land, the improvements and the money paid.
Weary and disconsolate, I left the country and my father, who
took charge of our crops and all unsettled business.
I spent a few months with my uncles, Ira and Allen Pratt, in
Wayne County, N. Y., and in the autumn of 1826 I resolved to bid
farewell to the civilized world--where I had met with little else
but disappointment, sorrow and unrewarded toil; and where sectarian
divisions disgusted and ignorance perplexed me--and to spend the
remainder of my days in the solitudes of the great West, among the
natives of the forest.
There, at least, thought I, there will be no buying and selling
of lands,--no law to sweep all the hard earnings of years to pay a
small debt,--no wranglings about sects, and creeds, and doctrines.
I will win the confidence of the red man; I will learn his
language; I will tell him of Jesus; I will read to him the
Scriptures; I will teach him the arts of peace; to hate war, to
love his neighbor, to fear and love God, and to cultivate the
earth. Such were my resolutions.
In October, 1826, I took leave of my friends and started
westward. I paid most of my money in Rochester for a small pocket
Bible, and continued my journey as far as Buffalo. At this place I
engaged a passage for Detroit, on board a steamer; as I had no
money, I agreed to work for the same.
After a rough passage and many delays, I was at length driven by
stress of weather to land at Erie, in Pennsylvania; from whence I
travelled by land till I came to a small settlement about thirty
miles west of Cleveland, in the State of Ohio. The rainy season of
November had now set in; the country was covered with a dense
forest, with here and there a small opening made by the settlers,
and the surface of the earth one vast scene of mud and mire; so
that travelling was now very difficult, if not impracticable.
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