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 cast my eyes towards the canoes and they looked very tempting,
and I know not but I might have been tempted to charter one without
the leave of the owner, but just then I saw a boy of ten or twelve
years of age playing about the water. I asked him if he was
accustomed to paddling a canoe. He replied, yes. I then offered him
a good price if he would set me across the river. He refused to do
this, saying that his parents would whip him for so doing. But,
said he, "I will set you over on to yon big island, which is one
mile from here; you can then walk a mile or two through the woods
and come to the opposite shore of it, and then shout and make signs
to the people on the Illinois shore, who will come across their
half of the river and take you from the island." He observed that
people had often crossed over in this way. I hardly believed him,
but still I thought an uninhabited island was preferable to staying
another minute in Missouri.
The boy soon set me over and left me on the shore of the island,
pointing out my course as well as he could. I paid him well, and then
commenced my overland journey, among nettles, flies, mosquitoes and
heat. I was soon entangled in thickets of hazel, thorn and grape vines,
which made my progress very slow, as well as extremely laborious and
difficult. These, however, were soon intersected with sloughs of mire
and water, which could only be crossed with the utmost difficulty, by
picking my way on old logs and wood, and sometimes wading in mire and
water. After crossing several of these I at length came to one much
larger, which I judged was navigable for a steamboat, and I now found,
to my inexpressible horror and disappointment, that he had deceived me.
I had now no alternative left but to make my way back through the same
difficulties I had just passed, and to the shore where he had just left
me, and then I should have no other chance but to call and make signs
to the Missouri shore, which I had just left with so much joy, and,
as I hoped, forever. This was at length accomplished, and I had the
inexpressible joy of seeing my sign answered by the same boy, who soon
came paddling to me. As soon as his canoe touched the island I bounded
into it, and said to him with a determined tone and manner, "you have
deceived me my boy, so now you have to go to the opposite shore if you
never went before, and I will then pay you another dollar, which will
pay you, even if your parents chasten you for going." We now headed up
the current, and, after a painful and laborious exertion of an hour or
two, we doubled the cape at the head of the island, and shot off across
the river at a rapid rate.
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