"I could bear it no longer. I pined to hear once more my own voice in petition to my Heavenly Father. "I stole down into a corn-field, and crawled into a 'stout of corn.' It was as the temple of the Lord to me at that moment. I prayed aloud and most fervently. "When I emerged from the corn a voice spoke to me. It was a voice as plain as I ever heard one. It was no silent, strong impression of the spirit, but a _voice_, repeating a verse of the saint's hymn: "That soul who on Jesus hath leaned for repose, I cannot, I will not desert to its foes; That soul, though all hell should endeavor to shake, I'll never, no never, no never forsake! "From that moment I had no more fear. I felt that nothing could hurt me. Soon after this the mob sent us word that unless we were all out of the State by a certain day we should be killed. "The day came, and at evening came fifty armed men to execute the sentence. "I met them at the door. They demanded of me why I was not gone? I bade them enter and see their own work. They crowded into my room and I showed them my wounded boy. They came, party after party, until all had seen my excuse. Then they quarreled among themselves and came near fighting. "At last they went away, all but two. These I thought were detailed to kill us. Then the two returned. "'Madam,' said one, 'have you any meat in the house?' "' No,' was my reply. "'Could you dress a fat hog if one was laid at your door?' "'I think we could!' was my answer. "And then they went and caught a fat hog from a herd which had belonged to a now exiled brother, killed it and dragged it to my door, and departed. "These men, who had come to murder us, left on the threshold of our door a meat offering to atone for their repented intention. "Yet even when my son was well I could not leave the State, now accursed indeed to the saints. "The mob had taken my horses, as they had the drove of horses, and the beeves, and the hogs, and wagons, and the tents, of the murdered and exiled. "So I went down into Davies county (ten miles) to Captain Comstock, and demanded of him my horses. There was one of them in his yard. He said I could have it if I paid five dollars for its keep. I told him I had no money. "I did not fear the captain of the mob, for I had the Lord's promise that nothing should hurt me. But his wife swore that the mobbers were fools for not killing the women and children as well as the men--declaring that we would 'breed up a pack ten times worse than the first.' "I left without the captain's permission to take my horse, or giving pay for its keep; but I went into his yard and took it, and returned to our refuge unmolested. "Learning that my other horse was at the mill, I next yoked up a pair of steers to a sled and went and demanded it also. "Comstock was there at the mill. He gave me the horse, and then asked if I had any flour. "'No; we have had none for weeks.'