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 man came in, and I looked up, with a vacant stare, or rather
with a strange and distant air, and inquired if he was the man of
the house? He nodded coolly in the affirmative. I then inquired of
him if he had seen any stray "nags" in his neighborhood? I then
went on to describe my horse which had strayed from me, and
observed that I was out in search of him, and, being weary and
hungry, I had stopped to get some refreshment with him. He said I
was welcome to his house, and to such fare as he had; but he did
not seen any nags, except what was owned in the neighborhood.
The young man soon did his errand and withdrew. We then shook
each other by the hand most heartily, and, with a burst of joy and
smiles, inquired after each other's welfare. I told him I was well
nigh exhausted and worn out, and, withal, very lame, but still I
had some hopes of making my escape out of the State, and of living
to see my friends once more in a land of liberty. I then begged of
him to exchange with me, and take my cap and give me a hat in its
stead, which he did and then saddled his horse with a side saddle,
and placing me on horseback, he ran before and by my side on foot,
to take me on my journey. In this way we traveled till twelve
o'clock at night, when I dismounted, and he bid me farewell, in
order to reach his home again before the neighbors would arise and
find him missing.
He had given me directions which would lead to the Mississippi
River much nearer than the Louisiana ferry, and also more in the
direct course towards my family who resided at Quincy, and, besides
all these advantages, the route was more obscure, and, therefore,
safer for me. I now pursued my course the remainder of the night
with renewed courage and strength, although so very lame, foot
sore, and so much exhausted that, in lying down to refresh myself,
I could not again rise and put myself in motion short of
extraordinary and repeated exertion, sometimes having to crawl on
my hands and knees till I could get sufficiently limbered to arise
and walk, and frequently staggering and falling in the attempt.
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