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 next day proved extremely rainy, with heavy thunder; but
still we travelled. In the course of the day we came to a stream
which was swollen by the rains to that degree that we had to swim
over it and stem a swift current. This hindered us for some
hours--in crossing over with horses, wagons, baggage, etc.; and as
all of us were engaged in this business, our chains were taken off
for the time.
When we had crossed over, put on our clothes, and replaced the
baggage, saddles, arms, etc., ready for a start, it was night, and
we were very weary and hungry, having had no refreshments during
the day. The rain was also pouring in torrents, and the night
setting in extremely dark. Four miles of wild country, partly
covered with forests and underwoods, still lay between us and the
nearest house. Through the hurry of the moment, or for some other
reason, they neglected to replace our irons, and our limbs were
free. The carriage drove through a thick forest during the extreme
darkness, and was several times on the eve of upsetting. This
caused us to assume a position for saving ourselves by rising upon
our feet, ready to jump out in case of the carriage upsetting.
The Sheriff and guards seeing this, rode close on each side,
and, cocking their pistols, swore they would shoot us dead if we
attempted to leave the carriage, and that if it upset they would
shoot us anyhow, for fear we might attempt to escape.
After two days more of rain, hail and travel, we arrived at
Columbia, where we were immediately thrust into a gloomy dungeon
filled with darkness, filth and cobwebs; the naked floor was our
lodging. We had travelled hard, through rain and fatigue, for
several days, and on the last day had rode till sundown without
refreshment. We were extremely hungry and weary, but received no
refreshment, not even a drink of water, till late in the evening,
when our new keeper, Mr. John Scott, visited us with some
buttermilk and bread; but we were now too much exhausted and too
low spirited to eat. We thanked him for his kindness, and sank down
exhausted on the floor, where we rested as well as we could till
morning. We saw no more of Sheriff Brown or his guards, and will
now take final leave of them, merely observing that they made it a
point to insult every black woman they met on the way, frequently
turning aside with them into the woods and fields. On returning to
the company they would boast and glory in their criminal
intercourse with them.
After spending one night in our new dungeon we were called on by
the Sheriff to come up into a more comfortable apartment, and were
treated with some degree of humanity. We were no longer troubled
with guards, and even Luman and Phila behaved much better. We had
been in our new situation something like a month, when we were
visited by some friends from Illinois, from whom we learned the
fate of our families and friends.
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