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
I immediately took my course, and after wandering for an hour or
two, with great fatigue, among thickets of brush, briars and vines
almost impassable, I at length descended a steep decline of perhaps
two hundred feet, and then came down to what is called in that
country the "river bottom," covered with the growth of thick
forest, and appearing in some places somewhat swampy and gloomy;
but still I pushed on with all speed supposing I was not many miles
from the river Mississippi. After travelling for some distance in
this disagreeable and swampy wild, what was my surprise and
disappointment, when on a sudden I came to a dark, deep, and muddy
looking river, some forty rods wide, and rolling with a swift and
turbulent current. This surely could not be the Mississippi; and
yet it was something that intervened between me and that great
river, and seemed to present an impassable barrier. I then heaved a
deep sigh, and feeling exhausted and almost discouraged, I
exclaimed to myself half aloud, how long shall I wander and find no
rest? It does seem as though enchanted ground lay between me and
liberty. I turned round, with the little strength that then
remained I made my way back to the town. When I arrived again in
sight of the town the sun was setting, and another wearisome night
was approaching, in which I must reach the river, or I would
probably be exhausted with hunger and fatigue, so as to be entirely
disabled.
I now resolved to venture boldly into a public highway, and to
ascertain the right road before it would be too dark to find my way
or choose my course. There would not only be danger of exposure by
inquiring, but although I knew there was a little town on the
Mississippi, near the place I was then in, yet I had never heard
the name of it; and to appear like a stranger who did not know the
country, and yet be on foot and without a parcel or valise, or
anything which travellers are accustomed to carry, and withal a
beard near a week old, together with sweat and dirt over my clothes
from lying and tumbling on the ground, would altogether make me
seem like a very suspicious character; but yet I must venture an
inquiry, which I determined to do the first providential
opportunity which occurred. I walked along the edge of the town and
struck into a public highway which seemed to lead the right course.
I had not travelled far when I came to a branch of the same river
which I had encountered in the swampy bottom. On one side of the
road a mill was situated on its bank, and on the other side a
dwelling house. Several persons were about the mill, and it was not
yet dark. I was now determined to pass by boldly, and if anyone
passed near me to speak to them and inquire the way, and then pass
on so quick that they would have no time to have suspicion or to
question me. Just as I was passing between the house and the mill,
I said, "Good evening, sir. How do you cross this river?" He
replied, "that the teams and horsemen ford it, but a footman may
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