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
At length the morning began to dawn, but it proved to be a
cloudy day; no mark was left in the heavens to determine the point
of compass, while at the same time my road became every moment more
obscure, and finally terminated in a deer path, which wound along
among the hills and vales of a dense and entirely unsettled forest,
and finally disappeared. It was now broad day. The wild forest
extended around far and wide, and no sign of human existence or
occupation. I still wandered slowly on, not knowing whether I was
every moment travelling nearer to friends, and home, and liberty,
or to the place of dreary confinement. The deer and wild turkey
occasionally started up before me, and the howl of the wolf was
heard in the distance. At length I came to a beautiful clear
stream, which seemed to wind through a fine valley. The wild
flowers blooming in richest variety sent forth sweet odors, and the
birds of the forest were pouring forth in profusion their morning
songs.
I now sat down in safety, and took a small biscuit from my
pocket which Sister Phelps had kindly provided, and which was my
only store of food for the journey. With a hearty drink from the
crystal stream and this biscuit I made my first breakfast, after my
imprisonment, as a free son of Columbia. I recollect that while I
sat enjoying this solitary meal, far from friends and home,
surrounded with a scenery strange and wild, and without any guide
or any knowledge where I should claim the next refreshment, I
thought of the sweets of liberty I now enjoyed, and with a thankful
and joyous heart I exclaimed aloud, "Thank God for this hour, it is
the happiest of my life; I am free, although lost in the
wilderness, and if I cannot find myself, thank God nobody else can
find me." In this happy valley the reader may leave me to rest
awhile if he chooses, while he looks after the fate of the other
prisoners and our two friends, and also, Mrs. Phelps and the
affairs of the prison; bearing in mind at the same time that he
must return again and accompany me through the whole dangers, toils
and incidents of my journey to a land of liberty.
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