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 suspense and anguish of her aching bosom now became
intolerable; in vain they continued to assure her that he would be
preserved and return in safety. She could plainly see that, while
they sought to comfort her with hope, they themselves were half in
doubt and beginning to despair of his deliverance. Another long day
passed and another night set in, and still no news--except that the
ferries on the Missouri side were all strictly guarded, and the
entire people on the lookout to take him dead or alive. She had now
kept her table spread both day and night, and had watched for three
entire nights without sleep. "He cannot be alive and free,"
exclaimed she, "or I know he would fly to meet the fond welcome of
his wife and children, and relieve their aching hearts."
We must now return with our readers to the prison at Columbia,
and take a glance at the scenes which followed our departure, and
learn the fate of Mr. Follett and Mrs. Phelps. As soon as the
prisoners had cleared from the jailer, and were fairly under way,
Mrs. Phelps, who was still an inmate of the dwelling, became the
particular object of their spite and rage. The old jailer and his
wife commenced to rail and curse her as the author of all the
mischief. They threatened her with instant death, and finally
turned her out of doors in the dusk of the evening, and in the
midst of a mob who had gathered in great numbers around the prison
and raging like so many tigers disappointed of their prey. Being a
stranger and without money, friends, or acquaintances in the place,
she knew not where to go or what to do. She finally sat down in the
open air in the midst of the mob, by whom she was assailed, cursed,
insulted, threatened, and abused in the most unfeeling manner for
some time. But she still remained on the spot, and scarcely noticed
the slang and abuse of the raging rabble, so intent was she upon
the issue of the race--not knowing from one moment to the other
whether her husband would be shot down, or whether he would be
taken and brought back in triumph.
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