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
_September 11_. Bid farewell to my family and friends and
started on my eastern mission in company with several elders and
friends, who were going to the States. We met, on the journey
across the plains, several companies, chiefly from Europe. Some of
them were companies traveling with ox teams, and several hand cart
companies. The first hand cart company we met was near Green River,
which consisted of two hundred and thirty men, women and children.
These had crossed the plains from Iowa City--some 1,200 miles--the
women as well as men drawing hand carts and the children walking.
They had travelled twenty miles a day and sometimes more. Their
faces were much sun-burnt and their lips parched; but cheerfulness
reigned in every heart, and joy seemed to beam on every
countenance. The company gathered around us and I tried to address
them, observing that this was a new era in American as well as
Church history; but my utterance was choked, and I had to make the
third trial before I could overcome my emotions. We had passed on,
nothing worthy of note occurring until we arrived at Fort Kearney.
_October 17_.--We arrived at Fort Kearney; here the death
of A. W. Babbitt, and others with him was confirmed. The commanding
officer of the fort came to me and said he had an account of
Babbitt's death from the Indians themselves; and that he had
obtained his papers and accounts, which he would deliver to
Babbitt's wife, if she would come. We pursued our long and
wearisome journey through Iowa and Illinois. On the way we saw
Nauvoo and the ruins of the temple in the distance. This called up
reflections which I will not attempt to describe. I thought of the
temple and city in their glory; of the twenty thousand Saints once
busy there; of the vast congregations once assembled there in
prayer and praise; of the martyred prophets and Saints; of the
wholesale murder and plunder perpetrated by ruthless mobs. I
thought of my once happy but now fallen country. I greatly desired
relief by tears, but tears would not come to my relief. I felt too
deeply; but I felt some relief in assuring myself that at last
justice would triumph and righteousness reign.
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