{"collection":"scripture-revelation","full_text_available":true,"graph_url":"https://unchartedknowledge.5gfusion.net/v2/api/page/gutenberg_49327/graph","html_url":"https://unchartedknowledge.5gfusion.net/v2/page/gutenberg_49327","id":"gutenberg_49327","license":"Public Domain (US)","rights_basis":"gutenberg_metadata_copyright_false","source":"gutenberg","source_url":"https://www.gutenberg.org/ebooks/49327","summary":null,"tags":["Category: Essays, Letters & Speeches","Category: History - Religious","Category: Religion/Spirituality","Church of Jesus Christ of Latter-day Saints -- Missions","Latter Day Saints"],"text":"LABORS\nIN THE\n\nVINEYARD.\n\n\nTWELFTH BOOK OF THE\n\nFAITH-PROMOTING SERIES.\n\nDesigned for the Instruction and Encouragement of\nYoung Latter-day Saints.\n\n\nPUBLISHED AT THE JUVENILE INSTRUCTOR OFFICE,\n\nSALT LAKE CITY, UTAH.\n\n1884.\n\n\n\nPREFACE.\n\nThe constantly increasing demand for the books of the FAITH-PROMOTING\nSERIES has induced us to prepare this little work, with the hope\nthat it will prove no less interesting nor instructive than its\npredecessors. The fact that these publications are used in many Sunday\nschools with most excellent results and are read with avidity and\ninterest by the young people in all parts of the territory, is an\nevidence to us that our labors are not in vain.\n\nSome of the incidents narrated in this book are so miraculous that one\nis naturally led to exclaim, \"truth is really stranger than fiction;\"\nand occurring, as they have done, in the experience of our faithful\nElders, they have a double interest for young Latter-day Saints, and\nwill surely be the means of strengthening the faith of all those who\nexpect to participate in the glorious labors that devolve upon this\npeople. Such examples, too, as are herein presented will, undoubtedly,\nhave the effect to instil a proper amount of righteous ambition into\nthe minds of the young, thus causing them to exercise talents which are\ndesigned, if properly used, to make of them noble men and women.\n\nIf this book should be a means of instructing or encouraging any\nperson, and thereby prompting him to do good, the object for which it\nwas prepared will have been attained, and a reward will have been given\nto.\n\nTHE PUBLISHER.\n\n\n\nCONTENTS:\n\nMY EXPERIENCE IN ENGLAND.\n\nCHAPTER I.\n\nCalled on a Mission--Start for my Field of Labor--Difficulties\non the Way--Travelling in Deep Snow--Reach the Platte\nRiver--Procure a New Outfit--Exposed to the Cholera--Attacked\nby the Plague--My Recovery--Arrival at Albany,\nN.Y.--Take Passage on a Steamer for New York\nCity--Incidents on the Way.\n\nCHAPTER II.\n\nSet Sail from New York--Arrive in Liverpool--Sent to Labor\nas a Travelling Elder--Prayers Answered--Called to Preside\nOver a Conference--Blessed Abundantly with the Holy\nSpirit--Procure a Hall to Preach in--Mobbed--Effects of\nmy Preaching--Treated with Courtesy--Organize a Branch\nof the Church in the Town where I was Mobbed--Make\nAnother Appointment to Preach in a Different Town--Send\nfor Help--Speakers Interrupted--Audience Quieted\nby me Singing a Comic Song--Prejudice Allayed--a\nLesson Learned.\n\nCHAPTER III.\n\nAn Amusing Episode--Obtain the Keys of a Church--Notify\nthe People That a Meeting Will be Held in it--A Good\nTurn Out--My Companion Preaches while I, Disguised\nas a Police, Guard the Door--Excitement Aroused--Controversy\nWith a Minister--An Anti-\"Mormon\" Meeting\nHeld--I Attend--Reply to the Ministers' Attempts\nto Expose \"Mormonism\"--My Escape from the Building--Saved\nby an Infidel--Prosperity of the Work--Remarkable\nHealings--A Prediction Uttered and Fulfilled--My\nReturn Home--Contrast Between the Condition of the\nSaints now and that of Thirty Years Ago.\n\nMY SWISS MISSION.\n\nCHAPTER I.\n\nManner in which the Gospel is Preached--My Labors in\nEngland--Called to Switzerland--Join my Companion and\nTake Passage to France--Proceed to Switzerland--Meet\nElders in Geneva--Our Fields of Labor Assigned us.\n\nCHAPTER II.\n\nArrival in Berne--Its Principal Objects of Interest--Go to\nWeiningen, Where I Remain to Study German--Sketch\nFrom my Journal--Hunted by Mobs--Interviewed by\nthe Mayor.\n\nCHAPTER III.\n\nLetter from Elder Secrist--Ordered to Zurich--Arrested\nand Imprisoned in a Filthy Dungeon--Taken to Better\nQuarters--Released.\n\nCHAPTER IV.\n\nProgress in Learning to Speak German--Communication\nFrom the British Ambassador--Notified to Leave Zurich--Go\nto Schaffhausen--The Falls of the Rhine--Unable\nto Obtain Permission to Remain in the Canton--Seek\nAnother Place of Retreat--Lodge with a Family of Saints--Difficulty\nin Keeping Secluded--Called to Geneva--Return\nto England.\n\nTHE FAITH OF THE ZUNIS.\n\nTraditions of the Zunis--Three Children Healed--Administer\nto 406 Indians who were Attacked with the Small-Pox,\nMost of Whom Recover--Opposed by a Presbyterian\nMinister and Others--Fate of my Opposer's.\n\nSKETCH OF A WELL-SPENT LIFE.\n\nCHAPTER I.\n\nMy Birth and Childhood--Embrace the Gospel--a Vision--Gather\nwith the Saints at Kirtland--Zion's Camp--Manifestations\nin the Temple--The Saints Driven from\nMissouri--The Prophet and Patriarch Martyred--Our\nJourney Westward--Sent on a Mission.\n\nCHAPTER II.\n\nArrival in England--Appointed to the Glasgow Conference--My\nExperience There--Released--Start Home--a Storm\nat Sea--Case of Miraculous Healing--Arrival in the Valley.\n\nTHE LORD'S BLESSINGS.\n\nCHAPTER I.\n\nCalled to Australia--My Ignorance--Pres. H. C. Kimball's\nProphecy Concerning me--Arrive in Sidney--Adventure\nwith a Dog--Go to Camden with a Fellow-Missionary--Sought\nfor by a Drunken Mob--God Blinds their Eyes\nand we Escape--At Picton we Preach in the Court-House--The\nWriting on the Wall--Our Success.\n\nCHAPTER II.\n\nMaligned by Sectarian Priests--Invitation to Preach at a\nDistant Town--Means Provided by a Mysterious Personage--Branch\nof the Church Organized--Apply to the\nAuthorities of the Colony for, and Receive, License and\nProtection as Ministers of the Gospel--Arrested--My\nCompanion's Defense--Honorably Released--Go to Windsor--Unable\nto Obtain Lodgings--Directed by a Stranger--Kindly\nTreated--An Attempt to Poison me--My Companion\nShot at by a Ruffian.\n\nCHAPTER III.\n\nA Chat With a Catholic--Chased by Dogs--An Irishman's\nDesign to Murder me--Remarkable Escape--Adventure\nwith a Wild Bull--\"Has he got You?\"--My Release\nfrom my Mission--Incidents of the Home Journey--A\nProphecy and its Fulfillment--A Visit to a Sick Lady--Conclusion.\n\nRESULTS OF DISOBEDIENCE.\n\nHow our Missionaries are Suspected--Children Lost--Supposed\nCase of Kidnapping--Myself and Companion are\naccused--The Dead Bodies are Found--Disobedience\nBrings its own Reward.\n\n\n\nMY EXPERIENCE IN ENGLAND.\n\nBY C. V. SPENCER.\n\n\n\nCHAPTER I.\n\nCALLED ON A MISSION--START FOR MY FIELD OF LABOR--DIFFICULTIES\nON THE WAY--TRAVELING IN DEEP SNOW--REACH\nTHE PLATTE RIVER--PROCURE A NEW OUTFIT--EXPOSED\nTO THE CHOLERA--ATTACKED BY THE PLAGUE--MY\nRECOVERY--ARRIVAL AT ALBANY, N. Y.--TAKE PASSAGE\nON A STEAMER FOR NEW YORK CITY--INCIDENTS\nON THE WAY.\n\nAt the April conference, 1850, I felt a presentiment that I might be\ncalled on a mission, and kept away from conference until near the close\nof the last afternoon's meeting, thinking that if I were not seen, I\nshould, perhaps, not be remembered, and then went to the door, and\nstanding on the outside pressed it open about two inches. Just as I\ndid this a man arose on the stand and said, \"It is moved and seconded\nthat Claudius V. Spencer go on a mission to Europe.\" I turned as though\nshot, walked down Main Street saying to myself, \"Can it be possible\nthose men have any inspiration to call such a stick for a missionary?\"\nI think if my body and spirit had then been weighed together, I should\nhave pulled the beam at two thousand pounds.\n\nPrevious to this time no person had heard me pray or speak in any\npublic meeting.\n\nMost of the men who were called and who accompanied this mission\nwere large and powerful men, physically. Among them were the father\nof Horace S. Eldredge, Appleton Harmon, James Works, Thomas Grover,\nCaptain Davis and Father Malin. Heber C. Kimball had charge when we\nwere set apart and was mouth in my case, giving me a blessing greater\nthan my faith. Among other things he said that, I should be like Paul\nof old, in the land to which I was going.\n\nThe most of the company left Salt Lake City on the 19th of April, and\nthose who did not go then overtook us the next morning. We carried the\nmail by express with ox teams, and delivered it at Council Bluffs on\nthe 4th of July following.\n\nAt the time we were set apart Brother Heber forbid us taking either\nmoney, watches, rings or chains of gold or silver, but told us to go\nliterally without purse or scrip. For the benefit of the missionaries\nwho now go by rail and frequently in first-class style, I record that\nthe first day out we reached the mouth of Emigration Canyon, and that\nnight had a severe snow storm. The next morning our cattle were all\nlost. We divided into parties to find them. The party with which I went\ntrailed some of the cattle towards the city. They wished me to go in,\nsee the folks and help get the cattle back. I said, \"No, I will never\nenter Salt Lake again till I have fulfilled my mission, unless I am\ncarried in dead.\"\n\nAfter some little trouble we again got our cattle together. The snow\nin crossing the \"Big and Little Mountain\" was very deep; we cut a pole\ntwenty-seven and a half feet long, pushed it into the snow, but failed\nto reach the ground. We cut poles made holes in them for the wheels of\nthe wagon, bent one end of the poles in the shape of a sleigh-runner,\nand pulled and pushed our wagons in places by hand. We would frequently\nsink into the snow almost to our necks, and after crawling out the sun\nwould melt the snow on our clothes so that at night we were as wet as\nthough we had been immersed in the water. In the mornings we stood on\nthe snow crusts, beat our boots and pantaloons over the wagon wheels to\nget the ice out of them before we could dress. We took our stockings to\nbed with us and dried them among our clothes. It was in the endurance\nof these exposures that I think Elder Wm. Burton (who was very noble\nand free in his labors) so weakened his constitution as to make him\nunable to successfully stand the climate and disease that preyed upon\nhim in the old country.\n\nOne night, in East Canyon, we dug a hole in the snow seven feet deep,\nput some brush on the bottom and had a good night's rest. We were\nfavored before morning with quite a fall of snow, which helped to keep\nus warm. When we arose in the morning we were quite merry, and several\ncommenced singing the songs of Zion. Captain Davis and Thomas Grover\nwere camped a little ahead of us, and as we over to the latter's wagon\nhe remarked, \"Missionaries who can sing in such a condition I want to\ngive my purse to,\" and he handed us one containing $23.45.\n\nFor days on this journey, from a sun-rise start to a sun-set stop, we\nonly made from one-half to one mile's distance, frequently putting five\nand six yoke of oxen to a wagon at a time. The food our cattle had was\nbrouse and dry grass on the ridges where the snow had blown off.\n\nWe reached the Platte River about three o'clock, p.m., on Saturday,\nMay 25th, with our cattle so weak and poor that we drove several of\nthem loose and pulled two wagons into camp by hand. After lunch we had\na fellowship meeting. I made a motion that when we left that camping\nplace we should have good, light wagons, with four horses to each\none, plenty of food, and \"a white man's outfit.\" After considerable\ndiscussion the motion was unanimously carried, and with considerable\nsarcasm I was appointed trader-in-chief to make the desired exchanges.\nSeveral California emigrants were present at the meeting and before\nnight, they had donated a nice wagon, a new set of double harness, a\nhorse, some rice, sugar, dried apples, etc. In a few days I succeeded\nin exchanging our old out-fits for fine, fat horses, and everything\nneedful for a comfortable journey. We put a sign on one of our wagons\n\"U. S. Mail,\" and received considerable money for drop letters.\n\nIn crossing the plains we met the cholera among the gold diggers,\nwho were on their way to California. We frequently had to leave the\nroad to avoid the stench of those who had died by its ravages, and\nwere but slightly covered over by their comrades. At one time I saw\na man beating his cattle with the butt of his whip, cursing loudly\nat the same time; he dropped on the ground in the act and in about\nfifteen minutes was dead and buried. One evening Captain Davis was\nattacked with the terrible disease and in a short time was dead. The\nday following I was taken with it about noon, just as we were about\nto turn down to the Platte River to lunch. My brethren gave me all\nencouragement, saying they would hurry to the river, and nurse me\nand do all they could for me. For a few minutes I did the most rapid\nthinking of my lifetime. I then told them not to take me from the main\nroad, for God's servants had promised me I should not die on the road\nto England. They asked what they should do. I told them to let me get\nout of the wagon on the sand with my face towards Europe, and then they\nshould go to their lunch. If they should return and find me dead, they\nhad better return home and conclude that \"Mormonism\" was a hoax. They\nseemed to think my head was affected and I had to charge them in a most\nsolemn manner before they would let me have my way. When they came to\nme from lunch I selected two brethren to hold me up by the wrists at\nthe hind end of the wagon, and drive the team as slowly as possible,\nand when the paroxysms of the cramp came on to lift me in. This was\ncontinued till about three o'clock, p.m., when the cholera left me. For\nthe width of three fingers where my stomach and bowels were cramped\nover each other, my body was as black and blue for some three weeks\nas any bruise I have ever seen, and as much flesh went from me in six\nhours, as a fever usually takes from a man in a month. I know this,\nthat the faith taught me by my father, Daniel Spencer, together with\nthe natural grit inherited from my father and mother, saved my life.\n\nWe sold our outfits at Council Bluffs for considerable more than those\nwe traded for them would have brought us. As we journeyed through\nthe States the Elders separated to visit relatives, and on the day I\nreached Albany, N. Y., I had no companion.\n\nI had acted as cook considerable of the time on the plains; had laid\non the ground, on the brush and in the snow, assisted to wash dishes\nand had done my full share of camp duty generally; but in doing this my\nclothes had got into a condition that would have been a curiosity at a\ndress ball. I wore a cap that many years before (I cannot recollect how\nmany) had been of fur; it had now got to be what might be called a skin\ncap. I had two or three holes cracked through it, out of which my hair\nwould often be seen.\n\nI went aboard a New York steamer and applied for a ticket for passage\nand state room to that city. The agent looked at me from head to foot\nand then said that I could not have one, as the boat was chartered by\nthe State, county, and city authorities for a pleasure trip. On looking\nround I saw \"U.S. Mail\" as a sign on the boat; I laid down the money\nbefore the ticket seller and demanded my ticket. After some squirming\non his part I got it. On this same day I had the \"blues\" as I hope\nnever to have them again. I had nearly concluded that there could not\nbe either sense or inspiration in the authorities of the Church sending\nme to England on a mission, and that when I got to New York City I\nwould go over to my native town where I had some property and quietly\nsettle among my old friends and relatives. So great was the power that\nthe devil had over me that when I first stepped on the boat I drew a\nchair into the niche by the \"figure head\" to avoid having conversation\nwith anyone. I had sat there but a few moments when a person came up\nbehind me and remarked that it was a pleasant evening. I made no reply.\n\n\"Boat making fine time,\" said he.\n\nStill I did not answer. Soon he spoke again: \"Are you traveling far,\nyoung man?\"\n\nI jerked my chair around and answered very spitefully, \"I\nhave _come_ a long way and I am _going_  a long way; all the way\nfrom Salt Lake to England. Is there anything else you want?\" My abruptness\nhad sent him back several feet, and he was looking at me with about as much\ncuriosity as if he were viewing a wild animal.\n\nVery soon he smiled and said, \"Yes if you come from Salt Lake there is\na good deal more I want.\"\n\nHe commenced asking questions, and soon several more persons gathered\naround; but just then the dinner bell rang, and they invited me to go\nto dine, which I did not do, as it seemed to me that I could not have\neaten at that time even if it were to save my life. After finishing\ntheir repast I was waited upon by three gentlemen, who stated they had\nengaged the cabin from the captain and wished me to preach. I told them\nI had never preached in my life. They wanted to know for what I was\ngoing to England. I told them to preach. They then wanted to know why\nI would not preach in the cabin, my answer being that it was because I\nwas not sent here to preach. We finally compromised the matter by my\nconsenting to go to the cabin and answer questions. The room was so\ncrowded that they could not sit down, but stood around in circles, and\ntook turns in asking me questions.\n\nWhen I first sat down I noticed a large, black-eyed, black-haired man,\nand said to myself, \"When he comes I will have the devil.\" After some\ntime he pushed forward and literally covered me with compliments. He\nthen remarked, \"You must excuse me, young friend, after your testimony\nof the goodness of your people, for asking why _such_  men as George J.\nAdams, John C. Bennett, Dr. Foster, Charles Foster and others could not\nlive peaceably in your community?\"\n\nMy answer followed like lightning: \"It was because they were such\ngamblers, whore-masters, black-legs and rascals as you are.\"\n\nHe made a bound for me; six men caught him, pulled him to the outside\nof the circle, and slapping him on the back told him with an oath, that\nif God Almighty had come down out of heaven He could not have told his\ncharacter any better than the little \"Mormon\" had.\n\nI answered questions until about eleven o'clock at night, when I sprang\nfrom my chair and said, \"Gentlemen, you have had 'Mormonism' enough for\none night,\" and I started for my room. I was stopped and led back to\nmy chair, when I received a unanimous vote of thanks and the proffer\nto raise me three hundred dollars if I would accept the amount. I told\nthe gentlemen that we preached the gospel without purse or scrip, and\nthat I had already received enough to take me to England. I selected,\nhowever, three reliable men, who promised me to see that the three\nhundred dollars were given to the poor in their neighborhoods during\nthe next Winter.\n\nI went into my room and prostrated myself with my face on the floor,\nand thanked God for the gift of the Holy Ghost, for I had most surely\ntalked by inspiration. I asked forgiveness for my unbelief, and from\nthat time I was wholly contented to go to England.\n\n\n\nCHAPTER II.\n\nSET SAIL FROM NEW YORK--ARRIVE IN LIVERPOOL--SENT\nTO LABOR AS A TRAVELING ELDER--PRAYERS ANSWERED--CALLED\nTO PRESIDE OVER A CONFERENCE--BLESSED\nABUNDANTLY WITH THE HOLY SPIRIT--PROCURE A HALL\nTO PREACH IN--MOBBED--EFFECTS OF MY PREACHING--TREATED\nWITH COURTESY--ORGANIZE A BRANCH OF THE\nCHURCH IN THE TOWN WHERE I WAS MOBBED--MAKE\nANOTHER APPOINTMENT TO PREACH IN A DIFFERENT\nTOWN--SEND FOR HELP--SPEAKERS INTERRUPTED--AUDIENCE\nQUIETED BY ME SINGING A COMIC SONG--PREJUDICE\nALLAYED--A LESSON LEARNED.\n\nHaving rejoined my fellow-missionaries in New York, we sailed from\nthat port August 15th, on the ship _Lady Franklin,_  passage, $10 per\nhead, we having to board and cook for ourselves. After a fair voyage we\narrived in Liverpool on the 14th of September, 1850. I spent a few days\nin that city, and was most kindly treated by Apostle Orson Pratt, then\nPresident of the British Mission.\n\nI was sent from there to London, and Brother Pratt intended me to have\na few weeks to rest, and learn the \"ropes\" among the branches, and\nSaints of that city. But the president of that conference sent me to\nColchester, fifty miles from London. It was a hard place and in order\nto have raised any life there in relation to \"Mormonism,\" one would\nhave required the power to resurrect the dead.\n\nI suffered very much in spirit as well as in body. I finally said to\nmyself, \"you were sent to this land by God's highest authority to\npreach the gospel, and it is your duty to do it.\" The next morning,\nafter thus commenting to myself, I started for a town twenty miles\ndistant. The roads were wet and heavy and, with my carpet-bag, the walk\nwas a hard one.\n\nI came in sight of the place, on the top of a long hill, and noticed a\nwoman crossing the road with two pails. She filled them with water and\nstarted back, but as she saw me walking towards her, she dropped both\npails and came to me, saying, \"I knew you would come: I saw you in a\ndream. Come into my house; I have a room all fixed nice and clean for\nyou.\"\n\nHere I baptized my first fruits of the gospel, and accomplished a good\nwork. In a few weeks Bro. Pratt sent me to travel with Bro. Jacob\nGates, who was really like a father to me. When with him, we would\ntake tracts with us and go from house to house, and shop to shop in\nLeicester and, in distributing them, try to get a chance to talk with\nthe people.\n\nOne day we had been working very hard in the rain and mud, but with\nlittle success. As we were on our way home, at dusk, we passed the\nshop of an herbalist, and I told Bro. Gates I would like to go into\nthis one place before going home. I bought something for a penny and,\nat the same time, commenced talking \"Mormonism\" to a stranger. This\nman's name is now very familiar to the Latter-day Saints, it being none\nother than George Goddard. Previous to my visit, he had never heard of\nour religion, but, as he was an honest and brave man, it was not long\nbefore he and his family were baptized and, in a little time, gathered\nto Zion.\n\nDuring that day I had asked the Lord many times to give me one soul as\na comfort and testimony. I went into Bro. Goddard's shop by as direct\ninspiration as any man ever did anything by its dictation.\n\nI traveled a few weeks with Elder Gates, when I received an appointment\nto take the presidency of the Norwich Conference.\n\nI wrote to Apostle F. D. Richards, who then presided over the mission,\nasking him to give me a little more time to get accustomed to preaching\nand to read up my Bible. I soon received the following answer:\n\n \"The presidency of the British Mission wishes to know if Elder C. V.\n Spencer intends to stand up to the rack in this country.\"\n\nWhen I read it I immediately wrote in reply:\n\n \"I shall start to Norwich by the next train, and don't care a groat\n whether there is any hay in the rack or not.\"\n\nA sister was then washing my clothes, and I had quite a time to induce\nher to let me have them then; but, at last, she wrung them out as dry\nas she could and stuffed them into my carpet-bag. Only a few minutes\nelapsed before I was on the way to Norwich.\n\nI do not think any man ever entered upon the discharge of his duties\nas president with more distrust than I did; and I wish to record here\nthat the great good afterwards accomplished was God's work, for He\nworked through me. I only knew enough to speak and act as directed by\nthe Holy Spirit. The conference was represented to me as having refused\nto sustain, for its president, the man suggested by the presidency at\nLiverpool, and was otherwise in a somewhat peculiar condition. Under\nthese circumstances I was set to work; how weak I felt, I cannot\nexpress in words. For months afterwards people would say to me, when\nmeeting was over, \"I heard your knees knock together when you first\nbegan to speak.\"\n\nAt the second meeting I held, a man jumped up and said, \"We know you be\nof the devil!\" I understood in a moment that the battle for my victory\nin that region had to be fought right then. I turned and silenced\nhim immediately. When I ceased speaking, the people were as meek as\nchildren. I never had any more trouble in that branch, and the work\nrevived in the whole conference. The outpouring of the Holy Spirit and\nthe power and manifestations of God were, I think, as noticeable to the\npresidency at Liverpool as they were to me.\n\nDuring the entire mission I was greatly blessed with dreams and\nmanifestations from the Lord. On the day the revelation on plural,\nor celestial, marriage was first made public in \"Freemason's Hall,\"\nLondon, one of our most noted and eloquent preachers was called upon\nto speak. His effort was a dry and barren failure, patent to everybody\npresent. There were over two hundred prominent Elders sitting on the\nstand.\n\nJacob Gates, the president of the meeting, arose and, looking around\nat the Elders, beckoned to me in a quick way, and said, \"Come here and\ntalk.\" I think every one, now living, who was present at that meeting,\nif asked the question, would say I was literally clothed upon with the\nHoly Ghost. I prophesied freely and without fear, and have lived to see\nthose prophecies fulfilled to the very letter.\n\nAt one time it was manifested to me to go to a town thirty-six miles\ndistant, and open up the gospel. I sent word to a branch president that\nI would stop at his house on a certain day when on my way to that town.\nI notified several Elders to meet me at his house. We met and held a\ncouncil. I had nothing but opposition, the president saying, \"Bro.\nSpencer, if you go to that place, I clear myself of the consequences;\nyour blood be upon your own head.\"\n\nI replied, \"If my blood be shed, it will be upon the heads of those\nwho shed it, and those who ought to have, but have not got, faith to\nsustain me.\" I then asked if any one of the Elders would volunteer to\ngo with me. After considerable hesitating, the youngest Elder in the\nconference promised to meet me there.\n\nThat day I walked twenty-five miles and stopped at a roadside inn at\ndark, with but one shilling in my pocket. I asked for some supper. The\nlady of the house said she could give me some \"Welsh rabbit.\" Being\nfond of rabbit I thought I would now have a treat; but, instead of\nwhat I expected, she brought in some toasted cheese and bread. I was\nso disappointed at this that I crept into bed without supper. She,\nhowever, took my last shilling.\n\nThe next morning I walked to the next town, twelve miles distant, and,\non nearing it, saw a lone building on the common. I hunted up the owner\nand got permission to speak in it. I then went from house to house,\nnotifying the people of the meeting. About this time the young Elder\ncame, according to promise. As we went through the streets a crowd\nof rude boys and girls followed us, jeering and throwing dry manure,\npieces of coal, etc., at us.\n\nAbout noon we came to four cross roads in the town, one of which led to\nthe Elder's home. Stopping here, he said, \"Brother Spencer, I cannot\nstand this,\" and tried to persuade me to give up the labor; but failing\nto move me he walked away. About dusk I found myself near a cottage on\nthe outskirts of the town. I went in and notified a woman (the only\noccupant) that in a few minutes I would lecture--and also invited her\nto attend. I started towards the place of meeting but had got only a\nfew steps when I felt a hand on my shoulder; turning my head, I saw the\nwoman I had just left; she asked me if I had eaten supper, and when I\ntold her I had not eaten or drank that day, she invited me back and\nplaced before me, I think, every good thing she had in the house. I\nthen started to fill my appointment.\n\nThe building was full and many were on the outside. My first reception\nwas a peat sod on the side of the head, which knocked me down. I soon\nrallied, picked the dirt out of my ear, prayed, stretched both hands\nout before my face as if to make a dive, and made a rush for the\ncrowd, exclaiming, as I came up, \"Gentlemen, make room, I'm the man\nwho lectures here to-night.\" I succeeded in getting into the building\nafter promising the Lord I would say just what He gave me. I knew it\nwas no use to try to sing or pray. The first thought that came to me\non arising was the scripture which says, \"God hath made of one blood\nall nations of men that dwell on the earth,\" etc. I quoted it and was\nbarren of thought for some two minutes, when my spirit in an instant\nread the people.\n\nI claimed brotherhood by the authority of God's word, alluded to the\npersecutions of the Methodists in their early days, and asked who would\nthink that the Methodists in so short a time would be found persecuting\nother religious bodies. I called their attention to my condition,\nthousands of miles away from home, etc. In a few moments several\nhandkerchiefs were out, wiping tearful eyes. I had a glorious meeting,\nand at the close was assailed by a minister, but the crowd hoisted him\nout of the building and hooted him home.\n\nThree gentlemen took me to the best inn of the town and told the\nlandlord to treat me with the greatest courtesy and charge the bill\nto them. In four weeks from that time I organized a branch of sixteen\nmembers at that place.\n\nAt one time I was desirous to create an interest in a district, and\nhired a town hall at a populous sea-port place; I placarded largely,\nand soon found that possibly I had created more interest than would\nbe pleasant. As the importance of the meeting grew, so also grew a\nsense of my own littleness and I sent word to Elder G. B. Wallace, at\nLiverpool, and Elder Harmon, in Scotland, to come and help me. I paid\n$17.50 expenses for Bro. Harmon and I think to Bro. Wallace $25.00. On\nthe day of the meeting I learned there would be a large mob present.\nI went to the hall before the brethren and soon perceived there was\ntrouble ahead, but realizing how much the meeting would cost me and the\npains that had been taken I could not bear the thought of a defeat. I\nhad persistently plead with the Lord for victory.\n\nThe idea had become prevalent that Brother Harmon was one of the\nTwelve. I called on him to speak first. The assembly listened to\nhim for about two minutes. Then Brother Wallace tried it, when a\nblacksmith by the name of Anguish interrupted him, and Brother Wallace\nspitefully told him to \"shut your head.\" That remark brought matters\nto a climax. He spoke no more than ninety seconds, and then we had a\ngood representation of what imagination pictures as the pandemonium\nof hell. I knelt with my back to the congregation and said, \"Father!\nI have done all I know. If there is anything else you wish me to do,\nmanifest it to me when I get up and I will do it.\" As soon as I arose\nto my feet, a comic song that I used to sing in those days came to my\nmind, and I felt as though it wanted to get out of me in all my parts.\nI paused a moment, stepped to the front, threw my arms out towards the\ncongregation, and said, \"Boys, it will be a new thing for you to hear\na minister sing a comic song in a meeting; but if you will be quiet,\nI will sing you one.\" I sang it better than ever before or since, and\nat the close they gave me a good, hearty cheer. I then appealed to\nthem as Englishmen, telling them how Americans treated Englishmen when\nthey came to our country. I continued speaking for one hour, and from\nthe first five minutes the dropping of a pin on the floor could have\nbeen heard. At the close many came and shook hands, and in sixpences,\nshillings, etc., gave me something over $17.00.\n\nWhen my hands went out towards, and over a part of that congregation I\nfelt power and control go with them as tangibly as I ever felt cold or\nheat, and I learned this lesson, not to shirk my own responsibilities\nand run for others to fill my place, let me be ever so weak.\n\n\n\nCHAPTER III.\n\nAN AMUSING EPISODE--OBTAIN THE KEYS OF A CHURCH--NOTIFY\nTHE PEOPLE THAT A MEETING WILL BE HELD\nIN IT--A GOOD TURN-OUT--MY COMPANION PREACHES\nWHILE I, DISGUISED AS A POLICE, GUARD THE DOOR--EXCITEMENT\nAROUSED--CONTROVERSY WITH A MINISTER--AN\nANTI-\"MORMON\" MEETING HELD--I ATTEND--REPLY\nTO THE MINISTERS' ATTEMPTS TO EXPOSE \"MORMONISM\"--MY\nESCAPE FROM THE BUILDING--SAVED BY\nAN INFIDEL--PROSPERITY OF THE WORK--REMARKABLE\nHEALINGS--A PREDICTION UTTERED AND FULFILLED--MY\nRETURN HOME--CONTRAST BETWEEN THE CONDITION\nOF THE SAINTS NOW AND THAT OF THIRTY YEARS AGO.\n\nI will mention an amusing episode, that occurred during a visit that\nBrother Wallace made the conference. It started in fun but resulted in\ngreat good: I took him to a country branch where the work was pretty\ndead and we stopped with a man who had a standing in the Church, but\nas a reward for his _little_  faith had been made trustee of one of\nthe prominent sectarian churches and held the keys of their place of\nworship.\n\nWe rather crowded ourselves on to him. It was a damp, cold day, and the\nman of the house was very stingy with his coal. We finally found his\ncoal-house and helped ourselves to fuel. It was amusing to see the old\ngentleman come in and out and eye our bountiful fire, and we thought\nthe more coal we burned the more anxious the old man would be to get us\nout of the house. So the next time he came into the room he found us\nwith a fire that entirely filled the fire place. I took no notice of\nhis sour looks and gravely told him that Brother Wallace was a builder\nby trade and took great pleasure in visiting the churches and public\nbuildings, and asked him if he would allow us the keys of his church,\nthat we might examine the architectural designs. He gave us the keys\nand we told him we would not return that afternoon until late.\n\nThis town was divided into what was called Upper and Lower Shipdom,\nand was separated by quite a little distance. The church was in Upper\nShipdom. One of us went to the lower town and notified the people\nquietly that an American gentleman would lecture in the Upper Church\nthat evening, while the other examined the church, arranged the seats\nand lights. At the hour appointed the church was pretty well filled. We\ndid not light up until all was ready for commencing.\n\nBrother Wallace took the stand, and preached a very good sermon, while\nI took my stand against the inside of the door dressed as a policeman\nand with a club in my hand. By occasionally tapping a few on the\nshoulder I succeeded in keeping pretty good order until \"amen\" was\nsaid, when Brother Wallace made his exit through the back and I through\nthe front door. By some means the door got locked after we had passed\nout, and the mob, which had by this time collected, imagining we had\nlocked ourselves in, made pretty violent demonstrations at the front of\nthe building trying to get at us while we were laughingly wending our\nway to some other section.\n\nFor the next two weeks the papers of the neighborhood teemed with\naccounts of \"Mormon impudence,\" etc., and in a little time we could\nnot call a meeting anywhere in the conference, but what it would be\ncrowded. Curiosity was above par.\n\nIn another part of the district, at a noted watering place, I secured\na town hall. As soon as meeting was opened, I was interrupted by an\northodox minister. He gave me credit for my sincerity but regretted\nthat I had not turned my attention to the heathen, instead of coming\nthere where he had preached so many years. He appealed to the\ncongregation to testify that they all knew he was acquainted with\nevery word in the Bible. I could see that trouble was imminent and my\nhypocritical opponent knew it, but was desirous of bringing it along\nin as respectable a manner as possible. I conversed with him for some\ntime on Bible doctrine, and when we had finished the whole congregation\nhad turned away from him and were listening to me with rapt attention.\nI here learned what simple things and persons the Lord could use to\nremove grave obstacles.\n\nOn two different occasions, when I was in imminent peril, my wife, who\nwas dead, and her father, who died in 1846, appeared to me together and\ntalked to me, and were as natural to me as in life.\n\nThe priests were for some time banded together in a secret\norganization. The first knowledge of which came to me at the place\nwhere I was knocked down, as already mentioned. They soon became,\nhowever, more bold, and during a visiting tour among the branches of\nmy district I was warned while walking in the road, that something\nwas wrong in Norwich. I went immediately to that place, and before I\nreached my rooms I was met by two brethren, who said, \"There's a big\nanti-'Mormon' meeting at St. Andrew's hall.\"\n\nI replied, \"Very well, I will brush up and go to it.\" They and others\nwhom I met plead with me not to go.\n\nWhen I entered the hall I found it too densely packed for me to get\na seat in the body of the house. On looking to the stand I counted\nseventeen of the prominent ministers of Norfolk and Suffolk comfortably\nseated. I said to myself, \"I also am a minister and that is my place.\"\nI walked up and took a seat. There were two thousand people present at\nthat meeting. At that time St. Andrew's hall ranked as the third finest\nhall in England.\n\nThe meeting commenced about half-past two, p.m., and it was about five\no'clock when I entered. At half-past eight the chairman announced that\nif any member of the unfortunate \"Mormon\" Church was present, who had\nthe hardihood and moral courage to attempt a defense after such an\noverwhelming exposure of their system as had been made that day to\nthe citizens of Norwich, he would be allowed to speak. Of course all\neyes had been on me and the invitation was a trap on the part of the\nministers. They offered me no way of getting to the pulpit as I was\nbehind five rows of seats each of which was packed with my opponents\nand not one offered to allow me to pass. I prayed, put my hands on the\nsides of the heads of the two ministers in front of me, made an opening\nand stepped over into their seat; this I did with the others until I\nreached the pulpit.\n\nA great part of what I said I did not know at the time, nor have I\nknown since, but near the close of my remarks I found myself with my\nback to the congregation and my face to the preachers. My last words to\nthe latter were, \"You are infidels, and it is you who make infidels,\nand by your precepts smother the hope of any realization of the\ngifts and blessings promised by Christ and His Apostles. I prophesy,\nmoreover, to you in the name of the Lord Jesus Christ, that your labors\nof this day and night, shall be the cause of hundreds embracing the\ngospel I preach.\"\n\nAfter I ceased to speak the chairman undertook to read from the Book of\nMormon, but he shook so that it was impossible for him to read. Another\nman tried to speak, but he was affected in the same way and had to\ndesist.\n\nThere was a stairway leading from where I stood down to the vestibule,\nand I hoped to reach it soon enough after the dismissal to make my\nescape; but when I got there it was full of human beings, who were,\nhowever, more like devils than men. They shouted, \"Where is he? Tear\nhim limb from limb; throw him over into the river,\" etc.\n\nA tall man wearing a cloak could see me while the rest seemed blinded.\nHe came up, covered me entirely with his cloak, slipped his arms under\nmine, drew me up to his bosom and whispered, \"Be still and I will save\nyou.\" He carried me out of the vestibule, the court yard, and nearly\na block up the street, the mob crowding up against and around us the\nwhole distance. My deliverer worked his way to the side of the street\nuntil he got to his own home when he struck the spring of a door in a\nstone wall, it flew open, he cast me in like a log of wood, and passed\non with the crowd. In about three-quarters of an hour he came back with\nsome of our people and I was liberated and guarded home. This man was\nwhat is generally called an infidel. The next day I presented him with\nthe best bound set of our publications I could procure. I asked him why\nhe saved my life, to which he replied that it was only because of a\nlove of justice.\n\nFrom the time of this occurrence the work prospered as it had never\ndone before. Our chapel was literally packed, and some citizens even\ntook out every window on one side, brought their own trussel and planks\nand built a platform the entire length of the building. On one occasion\nwe went out after the evening meeting and baptized seventeen persons,\nand the conversions during the whole time were quite numerous.\n\nOne evening some rowdies came intending to mob us. I sat on the stand\ncarefully watching every movement of the assembly. Finally I leaned\nover and whispered to Brother William Foster (who now sings in the\nTabernacle choir) to sing us something. He started the hymn \"Praise\nto the man.\" The Holy Spirit rested upon the choir and the peace of\nGod was upon the congregation, and the quietness of the meeting was\nrecalled to my memory by a brother on the side-walk a few days since.\n\nDuring the time the cholera raged in England, in 1852, I never entered\na house where it was, or administered to a person who had it but what\nit instantly left. One rainy night I was called to go and visit a lady\nwho had been taken with this terrible disease. It was mid-night when\nI reached the house and was met at the door with the statement that\ntwo doctors had just left who said that the afflicted one must die. I\nentered the room, walked to the bedside and commanded the person in the\nname of the Lord Jesus Christ and by virtue of the Priesthood to rise\nup sound and whole. In fifteen minutes she was eating supper and she\nsang several songs before I left.\n\nI wish here to bear testimony of the kindness, obedience and love of\nthe Saints at the Norwich conference. They were like my children and I\nwas their father. In their poverty they gave to me liberally, and what\nI received I spent freely in helping the poor and the sick, and for the\nwork of God. Up to the time they presented me with means to return home\nI had not saved five shillings. After my return home, the first two\nhundred and seventy-five dollars I obtained I took to President Young\nwith the request that he send it to the poorest of the poor of Norwich\nconference. He remarked as he took it, \"Brother Spencer, you are the\nfirst returned missionary that ever did the like.\"\n\nBrother Neslen, who is now usually called \"Father Neslen,\" was\npresident of the Lowestoft branch during my presidency of the Norwich\nconference. He was in good circumstances and had a nice house, but\nduring my first visits to the branch he never invited me to his house,\nand after late meetings used to take me away quite a distance to sleep.\nOn one of my visits, as we were walking on the \"Esplanade,\" I turned to\nhim and said, \"Brother Neslen, you may think it rather strange manners,\nbut I feel impressed to ask you the reason why you never invite me to\nyour house?\" He replied that none of his family belonged to the Church\nand he was afraid if he did my feelings would be hurt. (His family\nconsisted of a wife and nine children.)\n\nI turned to him and said, \"Brother Neslen, you are president of this\nbranch, and as foreign as it may be to Gentile manners I must do my\nduty. I want you to invite me to your house; if you do so I promise you\nin the name of the Lord that every one of your family shall embrace the\ngospel, and everyone shall live to go to Zion; if you do not, and have\nnot faith to stand up in your place as the head of your own family you\nare not fit to stand as president of the branch; and more than that,\nyou will apostatize and none of you be saved in the kingdom of God.\"\n\nThe next time I visited Lowestoft he took me to his home: his wife was\nkind as a mother in her treatment and in a few months the ten souls\nwhere baptized and all lived to reach Zion in safety.\n\nI left the Norwich conference in the beginning of 1853. It then\nnumbered one thousand and fifty-nine people--one hundred and fifty\nhaving been baptized during the last six months. I brought home with\nme to Zion ninety-five souls, thus fulfilling the words of my blessing\nthat I should return to Zion bringing many sheaves with me. The great\nmajority that came have abode in the faith and they have increased and\nmultiplied in Israel, until they now number more than those who were\nleft back in the conference.\n\nIn writing this short sketch I have omitted to praise individuals whose\nworks in those days will make me love them while life lasts. But I wish\nhere to gratefully acknowledge the kindness of Elder George B. Wallace.\n\nMy health in that land was very poor. I suffered from a grievous and\ndispiriting affliction all the time I was in England. After I had been\nthere some months I met Bro. Orson Pratt; his first exclamation was,\n\"What is the matter with you?\" He told me I could go home. I said I had\nno money, to which he replied, \"I have, and you can go comfortably.\"\n\nI told him I had not accomplished what I was promised. \"But,\" said he,\n\"if you die here you will not accomplish it; and had you not better go\nthan be buried in this land?\"\n\nI answered, \"I was commanded to come here and perform a certain work by\nthe highest authority in Zion. I will not go home unless you command\nme.\"\n\nHe saw my faith, blessed and comforted me and I went back to my labors.\n\nWhen a boy I received, at the Nauvoo Temple, my endowments and the\nbirthright, with promises, under the hands of my father, which I relied\nupon.\n\nI returned to Salt Lake City September 19th 1853, making three years\nand five months, to a day, that I was absent.\n\nIn going through Salt Lake City I find prominent merchants who were\npoor lads in my field of labor. I find an owner of real estate on Main\nStreet who used all the means his entire family could gather together\nto bring himself out here, so that he could raise means to emigrate\nthem afterwards. I pass by costly shops of merchandise and find the\nowners are people who, in our Norwich Conference, were very poor. I see\na cottage and beautiful grounds, and find them owned by one with whom I\nshared, in that land, the portion given to me by the poor.\n\nI go through the country and find scarcely a family of those who\nemigrated in 1853 but what is surrounded by all the necessaries and\nmany of the comforts of life. I now realize that whether my first\nmission, in its ending, was much or little, its results no man can tell.\n\nI am satisfied and paid for the very little and feeble labors that I\nperformed. I returned bright and zealous in the love of the truth. God\nhas never yet forsaken me by His Spirit, and I do not believe that any\nman will ever be trusted to walk in the footsteps of his Elder Brother,\nJesus, as a Savior of a world, or ever be seated with honor on the\nright hand of His Father, until he has learned to wade through deep\nand troubled waters, up stream and against the current without earthly\nprops or stays.\n\nI am closing this history near my sixtieth birthday, and have been\nmoved to write it, that my gratitude and acknowledgement of the honor\ndone me by the Lord, that His testimonies given to one of His servants\nin the latter-day work, might be preserved and live on the earth. I\ngratefully dedicate it to President Franklin D. Richards, with the hope\nand prayer that he will use it, at the time and under the circumstances\nwhich his wisdom shall dictate, for the strengthening of the faith of\nthe young, and the comforting of the hearts of some old veterans whose\ntouching experiences have, perhaps, never been known away from their\nown firesides.\n\n\n\nMY SWISS MISSION.\n\nBY WILLIAM BUDGE.\n\n\n\nCHAPTER I.\n\nMANNER IN WHICH THE GOSPEL IS PREACHED--MY LABORS\nIN ENGLAND--CALLED TO SWITZERLAND--JOIN MY COMPANION\nAND TAKE PASSAGE TO FRANCE--PROCEED TO\nSWITZERLAND--MEET ELDERS IN GENEVA--OUR FIELDS\nOF LABOR ASSIGNED US.\n\nIn presenting a sketch of missionary experience as reading matter\nfor the young people of modern Israel, I am aware that they may have\nread many such before; but there is so much variety and interest\nconnected with the means and methods which have been, and are, used in\nthe extension of the latter-day work, that I need not apologise. So\nsingular and diversified have been the circumstances surrounding the\nElders, that there is a peculiar interest in all their narratives.\n\nSome of the peculiarities of God's work are very prominently manifested\nin the missionary department. The Elders are sent without purse and\nwithout scrip, and the closer they live to this requirement, the more\nsuccessful they are likely to be. It requires, however, much faith to\ndo this, and it brings us face to face with many trials, temptations\nand inconveniences; but it also brings us nearer to God, as our\ncondition requires the help which He alone can give, in blessing us\nwith His Spirit, raising up friends and opening up the way before us.\n\nThe Elders in modern times, like those of ancient days, have generally\nbeen unlearned, which, according to human wisdom, would be a very\nserious drawback in teaching a new faith. In addition to this, the\nfaith the Elders have been sent to teach is not only strange, but\nunpopular in the world. The sending of men, without money or learning,\nto establish a new religion, almost wholly in its nature opposed to the\nviews of the people among whom they are sent, seems a strange thing. We\nconfess it does; but God's ways are not like our ways, yet they are the\nbest. His way of having the gospel preached serves other purposes as\nwell as accomplishing the main object. It proves the integrity of the\npreacher, as there are no worldly benefits attached to the work; and it\nproves the sincerity of the believer, as there is no prospect of gain\nheld out, but the truth itself. There must be earnestness and faith on\nboth sides.\n\nThe gospel has been carried to many nations, and will be preached to\nall nations before the end comes. It will be readily understood that\nthe difficulties of missionary work are much increased when the gospel\nis sent to nations where a foreign language to that of the preacher is\nspoken, even if the laws are liberal enough to permit the Elder freely\nto do his duty.\n\nI labored in the Southampton (England) conference, as a traveling\nElder, in the years 1852 and 1853. I had labored in the north of\nEngland and in the west of Scotland previously, and had seen hard\ntimes, endured much and been the means of bringing a number to the\nknowledge of the truth. The Southampton district, to which I had\nbeen appointed when this brief history begins, consisted of the town\nof Southampton and several smaller places convenient to visit, and\ncontaining a number of faithful Saints.\n\nIn those days Elders sent to, or connected with, what was termed\n\"foreign missions,\" especially those of France, Switzerland and Italy,\nwere in the habit of sailing from and arriving at Southampton. I had\nthe pleasure there of making the acquaintance of such men as Andrew\nLamareaux, James H. Hart, Edward Stevenson, Nathan T. Porter, T. B. H.\nStenhouse, Jabez Woodward, S. L. Balliff and others. Elders Lamareaux\nand Woodward died in the faith of the gospel. Bro Stenhouse, although\na capable man, was proud and fell from the ranks of the righteous. The\nremaining four named have continued their usefulness unwaveringly,\nand are brighter and better with the passing years. They often rested\nat Southampton and enjoyed the hospitality of the ever-kind Saints of\nthat place. Their conversation was interesting as, like the old warrior\nwho, in his stories, fought his battles o'er again, they related their\nexperience and told of the habits and customs of strange peoples, and\nof the difficulties they encountered in establishing the gospel in\ndistant lands, and of the kindness of those whom they were instrumental\nin bringing into the light and influence of the Spirit of God.\n\nThe Elders engaged in the British mission did not covet a foreign\nmission, although, probably, not one of them would have hesitated a\nmoment about going if he had been sent. I never knew of one refusing,\nand I was as well acquainted with our missionaries, personally and\notherwise, I believe, as any one man from 1850 to 1860. As I observed,\nthe Elders did not naturally desire a mission that made necessary\nthe learning of another language, and the meeting of other serious\nhindrances and, oftentimes, suffering and imprisonment on account of\nprejudice and illiberal laws. I had such feelings; and, in consequence\nof being acquainted with so many that were connected with missions on\nthe continent, felt sometimes a little uneasy, like Elders at home who\nthink it probable that they may be \"called\" at conference time. I was,\nhowever, ready to go if called.\n\nMy labors in the Southampton conference were greatly blessed. I\nhad the pleasure of baptizing quite a number of people, and I am\nthankful in knowing that many of them are, to-day, faithful Saints in\nZion. While laboring here, I was instructed by the president of the\nmission to prepare to go to the Shetland Islands; but, after further\nconsideration, and especially in consequence of the favorable season of\nthe year being so far gone, it was concluded to let the matter rest.\n\nEarly in 1854 I was sent to labor in the Norwich conference where I\nenjoyed my labors very much. I still thought, sometimes, of foreign\nmissions, but now all thoughts of the French, German and Italian\nlanguages which there had been, in my mind, some danger of my having\nto learn, were forgotten, as there was now no opportunity of my coming\ninto contact with foreign missionaries traveling to or from their\nfields of labor.\n\nIn July, 1854 I received instructions to labor in Cambridge, one of the\nancient seats of learning, and now a city of colleges.\n\nMy mission here embraced, as a special work, the distribution of our\nChurch tracts among the professors and students; and my experience\nin this labor, if not always pleasant, was exceedingly profitable\nto me, arising from the necessity of preparing myself to answer\nquestions, give explanations and to cultivate the virtues of patience\nand long-suffering. I persisted in the labor, however, and, in time,\nenjoyed it. Although there was less apparent good done in adding to the\nChurch than in any former field of labor, I endeavored, with the help\nof God, to do my duty while I remained in that hardened city. One day\nI was resting at the conference house in Cambridge, when a letter came\nfor me from Liverpool which contained the following appointment:\n\n \"TO WHOM IT MAY CONCERN:--\n\n\"This is to certify that Elder William Budge is hereby appointed to\n labor under presidency of Elder Daniel Tyler, president of the Swiss\n and Italian missions of the Church of Jesus Christ of Latter-day\n Saints,\" etc., etc.\n\nIt was signed by President Franklin D. Richards who then presided over\nthe branches of the Church in the British Isles and adjacent countries.\nThat foreign mission, at last!\n\nThe reception of that appointment brought with it, to me, one of the\nstrongest evidences of the divinity of this work: it brought the spirit\nof my new mission with it. As I finished the reading of the letter\nmy feelings were entirely changed. I was both ready and willing, and\nwas not satisfied until I procured a work on German, and had actually\nstarted on my journey to Switzerland.\n\nElder Samuel Francis, now of Morgan County, Utah, as stated in a letter\naccompanying my appointment, was also called at the same time to the\nsame mission. On my way to join him I spent one night in London. In\nthe evening I attended a meeting in one of the branches. Years after\nI had the honor of presiding over the London Conference, but this was\nthe first meeting I ever attended in the great city. We had a good\ntime, the Spirit being poured out bountifully upon us. Several Elders\nspoke, and one, referring to my going to Switzerland, prophesied\nbefore the people that I would yet preside over the British Mission.\nI was astonished, and thought that perhaps my brother's zeal and good\nfeelings had controlled his tongue; but, by the direction of our\nHeavenly Father through His servants, after the lapse of twenty-four\nyears, it did surely come to pass.\n\nBrother Francis received me kindly at Brighton, where he labored. He\nhad, for a companion, a book entitled \"French Without a Master,\" and\nI noticed he often consulted it. He told me he had been \"reading up\"\nand had made some progress. I had not had time to \"read up\" much, and,\nconsequently, my progress was not worth mentioning; but I felt consoled\nsomewhat when I thought how convenient it would be to have a companion\nwho could act as interpreter on our journey through France. We sailed\nfrom New Haven for Dieppe on the 28th of September, 1854. The voyage\nwas not a long one, but the sea was troubled so much that, during\npart of the time, we did not think a great deal about either French\nor German, with, or without, a master. As we drew near the shores of\nFrance, we thought it necessary to make some inquiry about the Custom\nHouse and passport regulations. Bro. Francis made some advances in\nFrench to a Frenchman, but the party addressed, evidently, did not know\nmuch about \"book French,\" as spoken by my esteemed companion. Long\nafter this I found that the provincial natives of a country frequently\nspeak a corruption of the language and are not familiar with the\nlanguage proper when spoken. It was agreeable to us to think that this\nFrenchman might be one of that class.\n\nWe landed, had our baggage examined in the Custom House and were passed\nout into the street, strangers in a strange land. We were anxious to\nfind the railway station and Bro. Francis at once brought his \"French\nWithout a Master\" to light. He stopped and endeavored to get up a\nconversation with two different natives whom he met on the street,\nbut, unfortunately, they were not \"up\" in their education and we were\nobliged to go back to the ancient and barbarous language of signs,\nalthough my companion's perseverance was worthy of greater success.\n\nAfter stopping several hours in Paris and Macon we arrived at Geneva,\nthe headquarters of the Swiss and Italian Mission, in good health\nand spirits; but before entering the city the police stopped our\n_diligence_  (stage) and collected our passports. They were taken into\nthe police office in the city, where they were kept until the owner\nconcluded to travel further; but, in the meantime, that is, next day,\nwe were furnished with a permit, intended to save us from annoyance if\nthe police should take special notice of us.\n\nOur brethren met and welcomed us. They were Elders T. B. H. Stenhouse,\npresident of the mission, although about to leave, having been released\nto gather with the Church, Daniel Tyler, his successor, George Mayer,\nJ. F. Secrist, G. D. Keaton, C. R. Savage and John Chislett.\n\nOn Sunday, October 1st, we met in general conference, which lasted\nthree days, where we had a time of rejoicing together. At this\nconference Elder Francis was appointed to labor in Italy among the\nWaldenses who speak French; and I was appointed to labor under the\ndirection of Elder Mayer in the Zurich Conference, a portion of\nSwitzerland where the people speak German. It was with regret that I\nparted with my intelligent companion, Brother Francis. I heard from him\nat intervals afterwards; and, in the course of time and changes, under\nthe providences of God, we met again in England to labor together in\nthe Birmingham district.\n\nGeneva, although not the capital of the Swiss Confederation, is its\nprincipal city. It has now a population of about fifty thousand. Nearly\nfour thousand of these are employed in the manufacture of watches and\njewelry. The city, situated on the southern end of the lake of the\nsame name, presents a majestic appearance; the hills beyond and around\nforming a beautiful prospect.\n\n\n\nCHAPTER II.\n\nARRIVAL IN BERNE--ITS PRINCIPAL OBJECTS OF INTEREST--GO\nTO WEININGEN, WHERE I REMAIN TO STUDY GERMAN--SKETCH\nFROM MY JOURNAL--HUNTED BY MOBS--INTERVIEWED\nBY THE MAYOR.\n\nOn October the 4th I left Geneva with Elder Mayer for our field of\nlabor. We sailed about thirty miles on the lake and then had a short,\npleasant walk to Lausanne. This place has a population of twenty-eight\nthousand; it is the capital of the canton De Vaud, and is a very\nattractive place of residence.\n\nAt 3 p.m. we took our seats on the _diligence_  and were soon\ntraveling along towards Berne, the capital city of the Swiss republic,\nwhere we arrived at 5 o'clock on the following morning.\n\nBerne has now a population of about forty thousand. It is the capital\nof the canton as well as of the nation. It is built on the River Aar.\nNumerous quaint and ornamental fountains decorate its streets; but\nthe buildings are dull and heavy-looking, the windows being generally\nsmall. It is what might be called an old-fashioned place. The city\nderives its name from the word _baren,_  the German for bears. The\nfigure of that interesting animal is conspicuous everywhere, on town\ngates, fences and houses. For centuries living bears have been kept\nat the public expense. The Bear Pit is one of the places of interest\nabout Berne, as there is generally, in fine weather, a number of\npeople collected there to enjoy the antics of the imprisoned animals.\nAn Englishman fell into this pit on the night of the 3rd of March,\n1861, and was torn to pieces after a desperate struggle. There are\nmany interesting places about this remarkable old town. It has a fine\nold cathedral, built in the sixth century, with an organ, justly\ncelebrated, said to be about equal to that of Fribourg, another town in\nSwitzerland. The Fribourg organ has sixty-seven stops and one thousand\neight hundred pipes, some of the latter being thirty-two feet long.\nThere are also a museum, palace, hospital and other objects of interest.\n\nOur next stage was to the town of Baden where we took train to\nSchlieren, and then walked to the village of Weiningen, about six miles\nfrom Zurich, the principal city of the German portion of Switzerland.\n\nThere was a small branch of the Church at this place, and it was\ndesigned that I should reside here for a time to commence my study\nof German. On reaching Bro. Hug's house we were received in the most\nfriendly manner, and soon had some refreshment of which we stood in\nneed. At night a prayer meeting was held in the house. I much enjoyed\nthe spirit which prevailed, but understood not a word. The sound of\nspeaking seemed to be continuous, and it was impossible for me to catch\nthe beginning or end of a word or sentence. The Saints here numbered,\nin all, fifteen or sixteen, the fruits of the labors of Elder George\nMayer who lives now, I believe, in Utah County.\n\nOn the 6th, Bro. Mayer went to Zurich and I was left with my Swiss\nfriends and my books.\n\nThe family with whom I lived showed me every kindness. How strange it\nis when a person cannot make known his thoughts, nor understand people\nwhen they talk! The very sound of German was harsh to me; but I soon\ngot accustomed to it.\n\nI soon learned that the authorities of Switzerland were very suspicious\nof anything like a gathering of the people and, therefore, all we did\nhad to be kept very quiet. I did not attract much notice, however,\nbecause I was kept very busy in my endeavors to acquire the language.\n\nIn my journal I find the following:\n\n\"November the 25th. For some considerable time past the inhabitants\n of Weiningen have been lying against the Saints, and the spirit\n of persecution has been increasing. The village minister has been\n lecturing against the 'Mormons' and made the people worse. For the\n last two or three days they have been threatening to put a stop to\n 'Mormonism,' and they commenced in the following manner:\n\n\"About eight o'clock this evening, while Bro. Henry Hug was gone\n to baptize two persons, a crowd gathered around the house, railing\n and swearing against us. They forced open the window shutters and,\n at length, entered the outer entrance of the house where several of\n the brethren had gone to speak to them. The mob would not listen,\n but forced their way into the room, beating back the brethren; we\n were trying, in the meantime, to prevent them. The mob being more\n particularly in search of Elder Mayer or myself, gave a howl of\n satisfaction when they perceived me. Bro. Mayer was not in the place\n and several men instantly laid hold of me and soon dragged me to the\n door. The brethren, seeing this, made another effort and succeeded\n in rescuing me, when a general fight began as well as it could be\n maintained by seven or eight persons against forty or fifty, that\n being the number that could come into the apartment. At this stage\n of the proceedings the small light that stood upon a table was\n extinguished and we were in sudden darkness, which at once put an end\n to hostilities. The thought had just passed through my mind that if\n I could make my escape it would save the property in the house from\n destruction, and the people from this riotous mob. As soon as we were\n in darkness Sister Ragela Hug whispered to me to follow her; I did\n so and, by some crowding and caution, we reached the hall doorway,\n when a man got hold of me by the hair. I quickly gave him a dig in\n the stomach with my elbow which as quickly caused him to let go his\n hold; but he gave the alarm. It was, however, too late: we had gained\n the back room, which we entered and bolted the door inside. I had but\n time to unfasten a window and leap from it to the ground before the\n crowd issued from the doors, both in the front and back of the house.\n I ran a short distance, then stood and listened, but, hearing no one\n pursuing, I went into the orchard and drew near the house again, as\n I wished to know whether the mob had left the house, for if they had\n I expected the Saints would be safe from further trouble. When near\n enough I heard the men searching for me in the out houses; so I turned\n and walked into Zurich, which place I reached about 2 o'clock in the\n morning, my body bruised, my head uncovered and my clothes very much\n torn. I went to Elder Baer's house and was soon admitted, had some\n refreshments and went to bed and slept soundly.\n\n\"The next day Elder Baer went to Weiningen and I spent the day with\n Elder Mayer and the Saints at the meetings. In the evening Elder\n Baer returned and told us that Bro. Henry Hug, while baptizing on\n the previous evening, was interrupted by a portion of the mob that\n had annoyed us. He was smitten on the face and taken before the\n authorities, first at Weiningen and then at Zurich; and was kept in\n prison all night. Also that, after I had left Weiningen, the brethren\n and some of the crowd did some fighting, but there was no one hurt\n much. Thus the Lord once more delivered us out of the hands of our\n enemies.\"\n\nOnly a few days elapsed after these events before I was summoned\nto appear before the _Stadthalter_  (mayor) who, by the aid of an\ninterpreter, examined me at considerable length, the substance of which\nI insert here as complete as possible:\n\nQUESTION.--How old are you?\n\nANSWER.--Twenty-six years old.\n\nQ.--Where were you born?\n\nA.--In Lanark, Scotland.\n\nQ.--Did you ever follow any business, if so, what was it?\n\nA.--I was engaged at an inn, and afterwards in the boot and shoe\nbusiness.\n\nQ.--Where did you come from to this country?\n\nA.--From Cambridge, England.\n\nQ.--Were you long in England?\n\nA.--About three years and a half.\n\nQ.--In what part?\n\nA.--In many parts.\n\nQ.--Had you property left you?\n\nA.--No.\n\nQ.--Then you made some money by your business?\n\nA.--Yes, while engaged in it.\n\nQ.--Did you follow any business while traveling in England?\n\nA.--Yes.\n\nQ.--What?\n\nA.--Lecturing.\n\nQ.--On politics or religion?\n\nA.--Religion.\n\nQ.--What did you come to this country for, and what have you been doing\nsince you came here?\n\nA.--I came here partly to learn the German language, and to give\nlessons in English, and I have been doing so since I came.\n\nQ.--How long is it since you came into Switzerland?\n\nA.--I came into Switzerland on the last day of September.\n\nQ.--Into what part?\n\nA.--Geneva.\n\nQ.--Are you a believer in the doctrine of the people called Mormons?\n\nA.--Yes, sir.\n\nQ.--As it is taught in this country?\n\nA.--I do not yet understand the language of this country.\n\nQ.--But you believe the doctrines?\n\nA.--Yes, those that I understand.\n\nQ.--Have you taken any active part in Mormonism in this country?\n\nA.--Of course not; I have just said I was ignorant of the language.\n\nQ.--Do you believe in the plurality of wives as being true?\n\nA.--Yes, sir.\n\nQ.--Have you taught it to the people here?\n\nA.--I cannot convey my thoughts or belief to the people, as I have not\nmastered the language sufficiently.\n\nQ.--Have you any desire that the people here should believe the\ndoctrine of plurality of wives?\n\nA.--I would rejoice in knowing that all people believed in the Bible.\n\nQ.--Do you believe that the Bible teaches that doctrine?\n\nA.--Yes, most certainly; any one who believes the Bible must believe\nthat doctrine. (I here offered to explain it from scripture, but was\ninformed that they did not interfere with the faith of any man, and\nthat everyone had a right to draw their own conclusions from the Bible;\nbut he, the _Stadthalter,_  wished to know if I desired to see that\ndoctrine put in operation in Switzerland, to which I replied in the\nnegative.)\n\nQ.--Why not?\n\nA.--Because the people are not prepared for such a state of things, and\nit would be unlawful.\n\nQ.--Yes, but if you had the power, would you not introduce the practice\nof that system?\n\nA.--No.\n\nQ.--Why?\n\nA.--I have no desire to do anything against the spirit of the laws as\nat present established. Again, I have no right to introduce such a\nstate of things: I never received authority from God, who is the Author\nof the Bible religion, to do such a thing; so that, if I had the power,\nI have not the disposition to do so in this country or any other.\n\nQ.--Do you know Mr. Mayer?\n\nA.--Yes, sir.\n\nQ.--How long have you know him?\n\nA.--Since I came to this country.\n\nQ.--Did you not know him before?\n\nA.--No, sir.\n\nQ.--How did you become acquainted with him?\n\nA.--I met him at the house of a friend.\n\nQ.--In what place?\n\nA.--In Geneva.\n\nQ.--Will you give us the address of that friend?\n\nA.--Certainly, you can have it; but I may mention that my friend [A]\nleft Geneva for America nearly two months ago. (The authorities here\nshowed some dissatisfaction at the nature of my last communication.)\n\nQ.--Is Mr. Mayer an American?\n\nA.--I never asked him, but I believe he is.\n\n[Footnote A:  Elder T. B. H. Stenhouse, who had been released.]\n\nQ.--Do you know what business he followed before he came to Switzerland?\n\nA.--No, I knew nothing of him.\n\nQ.--Did you ever tell the people here that by paying a certain sum of\nmoney, or as much as they could, they might obtain a passage to America?\n\nA.--I know nothing of such an arrangement; besides, I have repeatedly\nstated to you that I cannot speak German well enough to explain\nanything.\n\nQ.--Do you know anything of such a matter among the Mormons here?\n\nA.--No, I do not. [B]\n\nThe _Stadthalter_  now advised me to continue to abstain from\ntaking any active part with the \"Mormons\" as, perhaps, I was not aware (not\nbeing able to read the public newspapers) to what extent the people\nwere excited against \"Mormonism,\" and told me I would be sent for in\nabout a week to obtain the necessary papers to stay in Zurich, as it\nwas dangerous for me to remain longer in Weiningen. Thus ended my\nfirst examination, and for the next two weeks I heard nothing from the\nauthorities; but rumors were prevalent that the \"Mormons\" were about to\nbe expelled.\n\n[Footnote B:  In being questioned about emigration, the object was to\nconvict us of receiving the people's money by making promises which\nwe could not fulfill. Any one, of course, could secure a passage to\nAmerica by paying the necessary amount. The laws of Switzerland did not\nprevent emigration.]\n\n\n\nCHAPTER III.\n\nLETTER FROM ELDER SECRIST--ORDERED TO LEAVE ZURICH--ARRESTED\nAND IMPRISONED IN A FILTHY DUNGEON--TAKEN\nTO BETTER QUARTERS--RELEASED.\n\nAbout this time I received letters from several of the brethren in\nother parts the mission, from which I learned that we in Zurich were\nnot the only ones who were being persecuted. From Bro. Secrist's\nletter, written at St. Louis, France, I copy the following:\n\n \"You may think it strange to hear from me, an outcast (not on the\n island of Patmos, but in the kingdom of France) for the testimony\n of the truth and of the gospel, which we preach. I hardly know how\n to begin my history. I left Geneva sick, yet complained little. It\n was with much difficulty and distress of body that I arrived at a\n good sister's house in Thun, where I had a severe time for about\n three days. About one week after, President Tyler came to see me.\n We ordained three to the Priesthood. I kept myself hidden from\n strangers, and traveled from place to place after night, and as the\n Saints are very much scattered, frequently walked twelve miles after\n dark. I felt after a time that something was not right, and as the\n reigning _Stadthalter_  wished to see me to learn from me concerning\n our doctrine, I went to see him. About this time he received a note\n from Berne, stating that 'Secrist had left the canton and if he were\n to show himself, to see after him and send him to Berne,' yet he (the\n _Stadthalter_) gave me the privilege of going to Berne by myself,\n instead of sending me by a policeman.\n\n\"I went, expecting to get a hearing, but this was denied me. They\n wished to know where I wanted to go. I answered to Thun. They replied,\n 'You cannot go to Thun,' and got into a passion and sent me to prison,\n where I remained nine days. The brethren did all they could for me\n to get the authorities to hear me, stating that the preacher at\n Siglerswyl (who complained against me) did not represent the thing\n as it was. They had encouragement to have a re-hearing for me, till\n last Friday. They had petitioned testifying that I had not brought a\n strange doctrine in the land, etc., but all to no purpose; in short,\n on last Saturday morning, I was transported by a policeman, and never\n got clear until at the dividing line of Switzerland and France.\"\n\nI first made the acquaintance of Elder Jacob F. Secrist in Geneva,\nand found him to be a very humble and devoted missionary. He had just\ncommenced to lay the foundation of a permanent work in Berne and Thun\n(a town some fifteen miles distant from the former) where he had by\nthe blessing of God, after enduring many hardships, baptized a number\nof good people and established one or two branches. He was honorably\nreleased to return to Zion, but did not live to enjoy the happiness of\na re-union with his family in this life, as he died somewhere in the\nStates on his way home.\n\nFor four or five weeks during these exciting times I kept no journal,\nas it was not prudent under the circumstances to do so. In a country\nwhere a man may be arrested and imprisoned at any movement, as we then\nexpected to be, and without a knowledge, on his part, of any charge\nbeing made against him, it was not safe to write and carry evidence of\none's movements and connections. Although there was nothing wrong about\nour acts or intentions, as our only desire was to remain that we might\nteach our brethren and sisters and preach the gospel, as required by\nthe revelations of God; we wished to avoid bringing trouble on others,\nif we had to feel the effects of prejudice and persecution.\n\nAbout this time Elder C. R. Savage, now of Salt Lake City, whose field\nof labor was at Lausanne, visited us. I was greatly pleased to see\nhim. He was an old acquaintance, as we had been fellow-laborers in the\nSouthampton conference in England.\n\nWhile daily expecting to hear from the police-authorities, we occupied\nall the time we could in straightening up Church records and accounts\nof Church books received from and sent to different places, which was\nsomewhat difficult as we had to estimate values in different kinds of\nmoney.\n\nAs the time passed, Elder Mayer was busy visiting and preaching to the\nSaints and strangers, who attended our meetings, and I assisted him to\nthe best of my ability. I had studied hard and was steadily improving\nin a knowledge and use of the German tongue. We anticipated trouble\nfrom the authorities, in consequence of rumors prevailing, but we\ntrusted in the Lord who had sent us to warn this nation, and we waited\nwith confidence coming events.\n\nAbout December 16th, Elder Mayer and myself received notice from the\npolice to leave the canton of Zurich within eight days. Elder Mayer\nmade application to the American consul, who would do nothing for him,\nand I wrote to the British ambassador at Berne. In my communication\nI claimed protection as a British subject and stated how I had been\ntreated by the authorities of the canton in which I then was, they even\nrefusing to give any reason for the unjust course pursued in regard to\nme.\n\nHe gave an almost immediate reply in which he stated that he had asked\nfor explanation concerning the course pursued towards me, and had also\nused his influence to have the order of banishment suspended for a\ntime. He then asked me to write him fully, as I afterwards did, any and\nall causes which I might think had led to the action of the authorities.\n\nElder Mayer, as the American consul would do nothing for him, had to\nleave and was shortly afterwards honorably released to return home to\nZion: and notwithstanding my protest, the act of expulsion against\nme remained in force and I had also to leave or go to prison, and\nremembering the advice of the ambassador, to comply with the orders\nof the police until the matter was fully investigated, I concluded to\ncomply with the requisition.\n\nBrother Mayer was the first missionary sent to Zurich in this\ndispensation. He was an example of industry and perseverance in his\nministry and was the means of accomplishing a great deal of good. He\nbaptized quite a number and organized a branch of the Church in Zurich\nand another in Weiningen. He left, carrying with him the blessings and\ngood feelings of both Saints and strangers who knew him.\n\nI concluded, waiting the final issue of the ambassador's negotiations,\nto remove to Badan in a neighboring Catholic canton. Brother Savage,\nwho could not speak German, decided to go with me for a few days before\nreturning to his field of labor in Lausanne. The grief of the Saints\nwas visible on every countenance, they felt discouraged, it seemed to\nthem that, in the departure of the Elders, the last link connecting\nthem with the body of the Church was about to be severed and that they\nwere soon to be left without a shepherd.\n\nThe excitement about the \"Mormons\" had been considerable, the\nnewspapers, as usual, printing all manner of falsehoods concerning us\nand those of Zurich printing a notice of our expulsion and advising the\nauthorities in neighboring cantons to look after us. The Protestant\ncantons manifested their opposition to us the most, and the excitement\namong them was general. The Catholic cantons showed little interest in\nthe matter, therefore we thought it best to take refuge in one of them.\n\nExtremely little has ever been accomplished by the Elders among a\nRoman Catholic population, in consequence of the dense ignorance, in\na general sense, of the mass of the people and their unwillingness\nto examine anything religious apart from their own faith--the\nresult doubtless of an education which shackles thought and crushes\nout aspirations which would lead to religious freedom. A few days\nexperience, surrounded by an unfriendly influence, inclined us to\naccept an invitation to visit a family of Saints in Weiningen, the same\nwith whom I had lodged at a former period and in whose house I had been\nmobbed. That place was, however, within the boundaries of the canton of\nZurich and therefore dangerous to our liberty. We had been considering\nthe propriety of Brother Savage returning to Lausanne and my going into\none of the other Protestant cantons where there were a few scattered\nSaints, but I thought it would be better to reserve my visit in that\ndirection until the excitement was somewhat allayed that I might be\nable to remain for a season.\n\nAt this juncture the invitation reached us from Weiningen. Our friends\npromised us the utmost secrecy and care, as they, of course, understood\nthat I had been banished and was in danger, if found in the canton. I\nfinally concluded to go to Weiningen, and as the distance was short\nBrother Savage accompanied me. We got within two or three miles of\nour destination as it was getting dark, and, as arranged, were met by\ntwo of the brethren who came to pilot us into town in safety. On our\narrival at Brother Hug's residence we were met by kind friends whose\nglad countenances testified to the happiness they felt at beholding\nus. Supper was ready and we all sat down to partake of the blessings\nprovided by this kind family when suddenly the door was thrust open and\na policeman, with several assistants, walked into the room and arrested\nBrother Savage and myself.\n\nThey next proceeded to relieve us of such things as our pockets\ncontained, all the while asking questions which we did not answer, and\ncongratulating each other upon the capture they had made. I had quite\na sum of mission money in large silver pieces which I intended to send\nto Geneva by Brother Savage. As our visitors commenced to relieve us of\nsuch articles as we had, the Hug brothers (there were several of them)\ninterposed, which led to considerable wrangling, when I thought of the\nmoney, and backing against brother Jacob Hug, drew nearly all of the\nmoney out of my pocket, unobserved, and, as I thought, put the money\ninto his, but the outside opening of his trousers led down his leg as\nwell as into his pocket, and, unfortunately, in the hurry the money\nwent the wrong way, making a noise and scattering all over the floor.\nThe police, amazed, cleared the floor and picked up most of the coin.\nBrother Jacob Hug claimed the money, however, and as the police could\nnot prevail upon me to own it, Brother Jacob had it returned to him\nthe next day. Without partaking of the good supper which had been set\nbefore us we were escorted to temporary quarters for the night at the\nhouse of a village policeman. On the way a remark was made by one of us\nwhen we were at once ordered not to speak. We were placed in a large\nroom and against the door inside was pushed a heavy table, on which\nwere placed a loaded musket, a bottle of wine and a loaf of bread. The\ncontents of the first for us if we attempted to escape, and of the two\nlatter for the benefit of the policeman and his assistant, who sat up\nall night to take care of us.\n\nOur guards felt elated over their wine and our capture, the\ncircumstances connected with which seemed to please them very much. I\nwondered how our arrival in the village was known, and so soon, but\nlearned all about it from the conversation that took place between\nthem. Some persons had accidentally seen us meet the brethren who came\nto guide us into the village.\n\nNot having answered their questions when they arrested us, they took it\nfor granted that we did not understand German, so they spoke freely.\nThe policeman pointing to me said, \"That is a fine fellow, he used to\npretend to give English lessons, how could he, when he cannot speak any\nGerman?\"\n\nWe were hungry, at least I was, and supposed Brother Savage was also.\nI dared not ask him as we might have been separated, but when it grew\nlate and there was no sign of anything for us to eat, I distinctly\nasked in German if we were to have any supper. The effect of this very\nnatural request was most remarkable. The policeman sprang to his feet\nand without a word walked over to where I sat, put his fist to my face\nand hissed out the word, \"I thought you could not speak German.\"\n\nI replied, \"O yes, I can sometimes.\"\n\n\"Then why did you not answer me in Mr. Hug's house?\" he asked.\n\nI answered, \"Because I did not choose to do so.\"\n\nHe was very angry and appeared ready to strike me, but he thought\nbetter of it and walked back to his seat, stating that we would get no\nsupper. Just at this time his wife looked in at the door and with great\nkindness plead with him to allow her to give us something to eat, but\nhe would not. He at length got up and offered me a piece of crust of\nthe bread in a very surly manner, which I declined. I then told him\nwe were ready to go to bed. He pointed to the floor and said we might\nlie there, but his wife again interfered in our behalf, and after\nconsiderable sharp talk on her part, as well as his, she was permitted\nto bring in a bed and bed clothes, when we lay down and spent the night\nvery comfortably, as we were tired.\n\nEarly in the morning we were ordered to get up, and without breakfast\nand marched to Zurich, six miles distant. Like Brother Secrist, we\nhad to go before, the policeman walking behind with his musket over\nhis shoulder. As we reached Zurich our procession attracted the\nattention of the citizens, and, before we reached the jail, had quite a\nfollowing. At the jail Brother Savage and I were separated. I was taken\nto an underground cell and locked in. Its size was about eight feet by\nsix, with one small window on a level with the street; but worst of\nall, the cell was abominably dirty. The furniture consisted of a narrow\nbench and one or two old rugs, the place being used to confine persons\nin temporarily, until they were taken away for trial. During the day\na number of prisoners were unceremoniously pushed in and shortly\nafterwards taken away again, and although most of them were anything\nbut pleasant companions, the changes made broke the monotony of the\nlong prison hours. They were all hand-cuffed and some looked as if it\nwere a very proper precaution. Some were bound with great severity and\nbegged me, as soon as we were alone, to adjust the small chain which\nwas round their wrists, in the hope of obtaining relief.\n\nAs the day wore on the polluted atmosphere of the cell sickened me. The\nfoulness of the place was beyond description, the very walls as high as\na man could reach were covered with filthiness. I grew tired, as there\nwas no resting place, being on my feet all day, and hungry, as I had\nnot eaten anything for about thirty hours. At seven o'clock at night\nI was taken out of the den and brought before my former acquaintance,\nthe _Stadthalter,_  with whom I had quite a friendly conversation,\nmore seeking information on his part than as an examination. I complained\nbitterly about the place of my confinement, which I think had not\nbeen known to him, and he told me that he would send me to a more\ncomfortable place; he also said he did not desire to punish or expel\nme, but he was obliged to meet the wishes of the priests, whose\ninfluence was very great. A policeman was now ordered to take me to new\nquarters.\n\nHow fresh and invigorating was the air when we stepped out into the\nstreet! The extreme pleasure in some degree compensated me for what I\nhad endured. I walked alongside of my new conductor until we reached a\nprison situated in the upper part of town, where I was received by the\njailor and introduced to four genteel looking young men, who occupied\ntwo rooms in the building. My new friends were quite pleased to see me,\nand, bringing up their seats close to mine, inquired in a friendly and\nconfidential way \"what I was in for.\" I told them it was for preaching,\nwhich caused them to look at each other rather dubiously, as much as\nto say, \"that story won't do,\" but I afterwards explained matters more\nfully, and I think satisfied them with the facts.\n\nThere were two beds in one room and one in the other, all clean and\nneat, although made every morning by the prisoners themselves, this\nlabor being one of the duties of the prisoners. My companions desired\nme to occupy the single bed while they occupied the two in the other\nroom. This was kind and acceptable, and before I lay down I rejoiced\nin expressing my great thanks to God, the giver of all good, for His\nkindness unto me, and in so ordering, that I had an opportunity of\nsleeping in peace. Indeed, although it may seem strange, I was grateful\nfor the privilege, of resting from the anxiety and suspense to which\nI had so long been subjected. It was a kind of relief to be in prison\nunder the circumstances, especially as I felt that I had done all the\ngood my opportunities permitted, although there were some serious\ndoubts in my mind as to when I might obtain my freedom.\n\nIt should be remembered that in Switzerland then, and in other European\ncountries, a man might be imprisoned on suspicion at any time, without\nany certainty as to when he might be liberated. I slept well, and\narose early, agreeable with our prison regulations. Our first work was\nbed-making, which had to be done well, as it was afterwards inspected.\nIt was here I took my first lesson in that domestic labor, and as I\nappeared awkward in my first movements, one of my companions kindly\noffered to assist me. My companions were all respectable-looking and\nwell-dressed young men, and supported by the canton, as they told me,\nfor stealing. Three had been hotel waiters. They were cheerful and\nentertaining, and, during the time I remained with them, treated me\nwith the utmost consideration. One of them, a mimic, diverted us daily\nwith exhibitions of the walk and social manners of men of different\nnationalities, which were exceedingly good and helped to pass away the\ntime, and I, when opportunities offered and sometimes at their own\nrequest, encouraged them to live a better life, and taught them some of\nthe principles of the gospel.\n\nThere was one serious trouble; we were always hungry, being only half\nfed. Our meals were served with due regularity, and consisted of a\nlittle gruel and a small portion of bread for breakfast, of potatoes\nand sometimes sour krout with a very small piece of meat for dinner,\nand gruel and bread, as a change, for supper, but not half enough at\nany time. No matter what position we occupied, or what we were doing,\nas soon as the key rattled in the door about meal times we were on the\nalert and ready. I had spent four days and three nights in prison, when\none day the jailor came in at an unusual time and said, \"Mr. Budge, you\nare at liberty to go.\" I was not told why I was imprisoned, nor why\nI was set at liberty, and I asked no questions, but, taking leave of\nmy companions, walked out into the street a free man. I found Brother\nSavage at liberty. The Saints had only that morning learned where we\nwere in custody. Brother Savage, after the first day's imprisonment,\nhad been obliged to consort with vile characters and in addition to\nother inconveniences had to endure the noise of their riotous conduct.\nIn a day or two he left for Lausanne, expressing the natural kindliness\nof his disposition towards me and wishes for my safety, as I thought it\nbest to remain in Zurich, at least until I received another notice to\nleave.\n\nThere was still no news from Berne with regard to myself, although\nI looked for immediate results after the dispatch of my last letter\nto the ambassador, and I continued to attend meetings and instruct\nthe people, taking special pains to inform them in regard to the\norganization of the Church and the jurisdiction of the Priesthood\nin its varied callings, foreseeing the probability of their being\nleft to themselves, at least for a time. I was naturally in a state\nof suspense, although the authorities made no new movement. I moved\nabout very quietly among the Saints and others, subjecting myself to\nsuch inconveniences as were necessary to enable me to do my duty, the\nnewspapers in the meantime still keeping the people in a state of\nexcitement about the \"Mormons.\"\n\n\n\nCHAPTER IV.\n\nPROGRESS IN LEARNING TO SPEAK GERMAN--COMMUNICATION\nFROM THE BRITISH AMBASSADOR--NOTIFIED TO\nLEAVE ZURICH--GO TO SCHAFFHAUSEN--THE FALLS OF\nTHE RHINE--UNABLE TO OBTAIN PERMISSION TO REMAIN\nIN THE CANTON--SEEK ANOTHER PLACE OF RETREAT--LODGE\nWITH A FAMILY OF SAINTS--DIFFICULTY IN KEEPING\nSECLUDED--CALLED TO GENEVA--RETURN TO ENGLAND.\n\nThe Saints in Zurich and vicinity were enjoying much of the Holy Spirit\nand rejoicing greatly in the faith of the gospel of Jesus Christ;\nthey were beginning to comfort themselves with hopes that I might be\npermitted, after all, to remain among them unmolested; and I was, under\nthe blessing of God, making such progress in conversation as encouraged\nme in hopes of being still more useful, when at length I received the\nfollowing communication from the British ambassador:\n\n \"BERNE, JANUARY 11, 1855.\n\n \"Sir:--I have to acknowledge the receipt of your letter of the 20th\n ult., and of your passport transmitted to me therein.\n\n\"The information conveyed in that letter, that you belonged to the\n sect denominated 'Mormons,' and the indication it contained that you\n were in the habit of preaching its doctrines, alike revolting and\n opposed to civilization and religion, led me to anticipate the results\n of my application to the Federal Council for explanation as to the\n motive of your threatened expulsion from the canton of Zurich. But\n having requested such an explanation at the hands of the authorities\n here. I thought it right to allow the matter to take its course and\n I therefore waited until I should receive from the Federal Council\n a reply to the note I had written on the subject. This reply I only\n received yesterday morning and I was fully prepared for the tenor of\n its contents. These are in brief to the effect, that Mormonism has\n lately been on the increase in the canton of Zurich, and its preaching\n and ceremonial acts have given rise to disorders in one locality on\n account of their immoral tendency, so that the police had deemed it\n necessary to refuse to the two Mormon teachers permission to reside in\n the canton; that you are one of these teachers, that you have hitherto\n resided in the district without legal permission to do so, and that\n it is the refusal to grant you such permission (which is required\n by Zurich law for Swiss citizens as well as foreigners and may be\n refused by the authorities to any one on just causes) of which you now\n complain.\n\n\"It is further observed in the note of the Federal Council, that the\n Government of Zurich, considering that Budge belongs to the sect of\n the Mormons, and devotes himself to the propagation of their tenets,\n that among these is found polygamy--a state of things incompatible\n with the basis of social and family life in the above canton, and,\n lastly, that the preaching of these individuals has occasioned\n disorder, is of the opinion that the determination of the police of\n Zurich is fully justified.\n\n\"The Federal Council itself approves of this determination on the\n part of the Government of Zurich, and is of opinion that there are no\n grounds for any longer delay being allowed, previous to your being\n ordered to quit the canton. This decision was transmitted to Zurich by\n last night's post.\n\n\"Coinciding as I do in the estimate formed of the pernicious doctrines\n held and disseminated by you, according to your own admission in your\n letter to me of the 20th of December, and considering that a Swiss\n citizen acting in a similar manner would meet with precisely similar\n treatment, I can see that I should not be authorized in interfering in\n any way as the queen's representative here, to prevent the execution\n of the order of the Zurich authorities--that you should leave the\n canton immediately. If you will follow my recommendation you will\n comply quietly with the order you have received, and in selecting\n your destination, if you should still remain in Switzerland, you will\n do well to recollect that other cantons have the same laws in this\n respect as Zurich and that wherever you go it will be advisable for\n you to refrain from preaching doctrines, which, whatever may be your\n own belief, are abominated as in the highest degree blasphemous and\n immoral, by the whole civilized world. I retain your passport in case\n you should wish to have it signed by me, to render it valid for any\n particular route you may decide on taking, and I will transmit it to\n you on learning your intentions. I am, sir your obedient servant,\n\n\"G. V. R. GORDON,\n\n\"H. B. Majesty's Minister.\n\n\"To Mr. William Budge, Zurich.\"\n\nThe strong prejudice of the ambassador is very apparent in the opening\nlines of his letter. The idea is conveyed, that he would not have\nmade any application at all on my behalf if he had known that I was\na \"Mormon,\" that fact apart from the merits of the question at issue\nwould have been sufficient to cause him to neglect his duty as a\nprotector of his countrymen and their interests; but, having requested\nsuch an explanation at the hands of the authorities, he \"thought it\nright to allow the matter to take its course.\" I thought as much when I\nwrote my first letter, therefore made my protest urgent, and refrained\nfrom introducing any religious consideration until he would commit\nhimself in an effort to do me justice.\n\nThe reply of the Federal Council as quoted, contained several\nmisrepresentations, but without them there would have been no showing\nof necessity or consistency in expelling a stranger from a \"free\nrepublic.\" The disorders referred to were the acts of native mobocrats\nwithout provocation, and there was no more immorality about the baptism\nof believers into the Church of Jesus Christ of Latter-day Saints than\nthe baptism of people into a Baptist community. It was not necessary to\nrefuse the two \"Mormon teachers permission to reside in the canton,\" as\nwe had duly deposited our passports and met all requirements made upon\nus by the authorities, and therefore did not ask for permission, which\nwe had long enjoyed.\n\nIn regard to polygamy, we did not teach it and had testified before the\nauthorities that we had no disposition or authority, even if we had\nthe power, to interfere with social life in the canton, by advising\nthe practice of our marriage views. It was true that \"Mormonism\"\nwas increasing and also the rage of the priests proportionately,\nand as something had to be done to satisfy them, the rulers gave an\nunrighteous decision, which was endorsed by a narrow-minded British\nminister.\n\nIn a day or two after the ambassador's letter was received, I was\nsummoned before the police and received peremptory orders to leave the\ncanton in three days, or I would be arrested.\n\nAt last I was obliged to leave Zurich, and all our friends were full\nof grief on account of the determination of the authorities to drive\nus from the country. I had been pursuing my studies at all convenient\nopportunities and was able now to teach the Saints with more freedom,\nand since Elder Mayer's departure, the responsibility of the work in\nthis part of the mission had devolved upon me. The interest I felt in\nthe prosperity of the Saints was deep and abiding, and I sought the\nhelp of the Lord to enable me to instruct them in those things which\nwere most necessary under the circumstances, feeling as we all did,\nthat I would probably soon leave them. I felt the importance of the\nwork being sustained in German Switzerland, so I determined to go no\nfurther away than was absolutely necessary.\n\nOn January 16, 1855, I left Zurich for Schaffhausen, and arrived there\nthe next day, having walked part of the way. I had an introduction\nfrom a sister to a family in this place on whom I called and by whom I\nwas kindly received, but it was necessary for me to obtain permission\nto lodge with my friends; I therefore visited the police office and\nexplained that my passport was in the hands of the ambassador and would\nreach me soon, and they concluded, \"as an obligation,\" that I might\nstay in town one night without it. On the second day of my arrival I\nwas summoned before the police and examined, and had to telegraph to\nthe ambassador, who replied that the passport was on the way, which for\nthe time prevented me, I suppose, from being locked up.\n\nMy passport arriving on the 20th, I went to the police office and\npresented it, was closely questioned, and came to the conclusion\nthat there was not liberty enough to teach the truth in this place.\nSchaffhausen is near the line between Switzerland and Germany, which\naccounts for the unusual severity of its regulations. I was in hope of\ndoing some good, as the neighbors continued visiting my lodgings to\nsee and talk with the \"Englishman,\" and smoke their pipes. In talking\nwe could hear, but it was with difficulty sometimes, when there were a\nnumber present, to see each other through the smoke.\n\nNear this city are the beautiful Rhine Falls which have a world-wide\nreputation. I here introduce the following brief description of these\nbeautiful falls from a work lately published:\n\n \"The falls of the Rhine, near Schaffhausen are among the largest in\n Europe. Though nothing in comparison with such falls as Niagara,\n they are imposing and beautiful. Shortly after passing the pretty\n town of Schaffhausen, the Rhine hastens, hurrying on for about three\n miles narrowed between woody knolls and low rocks. By these rocks, in\n the pass between Daschsen and Neuhausen, the river is divided into\n three shoots, which dash down a depth of about seventy feet. The\n spectacle of the falls is exceedingly fine on both banks, where every\n accommodation is equally made for visitors to enjoy the scene.\n\n\"A fine view of the falls is obtained from the garden of the castle\n of Laufen, on the left bank of the river. It is immediately opposite\n the Schweizerhof, from which visitors can cross in a ferry-boat, fare\n half a franc. The land belongs to a private family, but, by contract\n with the canton of Zurich, strangers are permitted to visit the castle\n and grounds; fee, one franc. A wooden balcony overhangs the rush\n of waters. The actual fall here is about eighty feet. The water's\n division into three shoots can be well seen. The largest body of water\n falls during the months of June and July. Although this, one of the\n finest falls in Europe, is not a Niagara, nevertheless the general\n landscape is superior to that in the vicinity of Niagara falls. The\n range of the Alps including Mont Blanc, distant 185 miles, can be seen\n from this point and this alone would form a feature of the place.\"\n\nAfter remaining several days in Schaffhausen without any apparent\nresults, I went to Weingarten and called on a Brother Bonnelli, of whom\nI had heard, and was received by the family with great kindness. This\nbrother took my passport to the village authority, and was surprised\nwhen that dignitary questioned him closely and declared that I was\na \"Mormon.\" He was angry with Brother Bonnelli for entertaining me,\nbut eventually sent a permit allowing me to lodge at their house and\nretained my passport.\n\nI visited and conversed with Saints and strangers for several days\nin Weingarten when quite unexpectedly I was summoned before the\n_Stadthalter,_  where I received my passport and a notice to leave\nthe canton of Thurgau in two days. The _Stadthalter's_  instructions\ncontained no reason therefore, but he informed me it was because I\nwas a \"Mormon.\" It was the settled policy of the cantons to drive\nthe Elders out of the country, and the decision of the federal\ngovernment as given in my case, when expelled from Zurich, sustained\nthem. The papers published every movement made by the authorities,\nand all strangers being obliged to deposit their passports at the\nnearest office that they might be permitted to stay where they desired\nto settle or lodge for the time, it was impossible to remain long\nundiscovered. To lodge in any house without the legal permit, providing\nthe family were willing, subjected them to fine or imprisonment, and\nthis was not desirable. I fully considered the circumstances and\nprobabilities in the spirit of prayer and supplication to my Heavenly\nFather that He might guide and preserve me in my efforts to remain in\nSwitzerland until His servants were satisfied with the efforts made\nto sustain the Church and warn the people. It was true that President\nTyler had left the responsibility with me as to what I ought to do,\nbut I was not yet quite satisfied, and finally determined to return\nto a small village on the Lake of Zurich, where a faithful family of\nSaints resided and where I might live unknown for a season, except to\nthe family, in whom I had great confidence. How to get there was the\nquestion to be solved. On receiving my passport, when asked where I was\ngoing as was usual, I replied to St. Gall, such being my intention at\nthe time, and the endorsement was made accordingly, but on reflection\nit was almost certain that my intention would be known in St. Gall\nbefore I could get there myself. To go to Kussnacht (the village on the\nlake), which was almost in an opposite direction to St. Gall, would\nprobably be fatal to my liberty if my passport should be examined.\nMy first movement from Weingarten towards my place of refuge would\nalso bring me into the canton of Zurich, from which I had been twice\nexpelled; but if I could spend one night on the journey safely, I had\nstrong hopes of making the trip without detection.\n\nOn the afternoon of the 14th of February I left Brother Bonnelli's\nhouse with regret, as we were doing good and the prospect was\nencouraging. It rained all day and was very muddy under foot. I\ntherefore concluded to remain for the night at a small town named Elgg.\nIt was evening. I walked into a respectable looking hotel and arranged\nfor supper and lodging. The people were obliging, but to save trouble\nI concluded not to use any more German than a few words, such as any\ntraveler is supposed to pick up in a few days. After drying my clothes\na little, as they were wet through with rain, I sat down to supper. Men\nwere coming and going during the evening as is usual in such places on\nthe continent of Europe. They come to chat with their neighbors, read\nthe papers, smoke and drink beer. I noticed a man sitting at the table\nopposite me. He had been there some time, although we had not spoken\nto each other. The man at length said to the waiter--of course in\nGerman--\"You have a stranger here.\"\n\n\"Yes,\" the waiter replied, \"an Englishman, but he cannot speak German.\"\n\nThat was satisfactory to me as I went on with my supper, but directly\nafter, the man looking over to me, said (in German), \"You are an\nEnglishman, I believe?\"\n\n\"Ein Englaender,\" I replied, wishing to break off the conversation,\nwhen, to my astonishment, he addressed me in pretty good English. After\nasking several questions which led to an agreeable conversation, he\ninformed me that he was the chief authority of the village, and then\nrequested to look at my passport, which I at once handed him, but as I\nat the moment complimented him on the ease and fluency with which he\nspoke English (which seemed to gratify him), he probably did not notice\nthat, according to the last endorsement which was written upon the\ndocument, I should have been on my way to St. Gall. My friend returned\nthe passport good-naturedly, signifying his approval and stating that\nmy staying at the hotel for the night was all right.\n\nI was up early the next morning and had breakfast, but it rained so\nheavily that I was detained an hour or two at the inn. On this day's\njourney I passed through Winterthur and reached Zurich, as I intended,\njust as it became dark, and passed through to Kussnacht, distance\nduring the day twenty-seven miles, but the walking was heavy as the\nroads were bad, and the snow was in many places over eighteen inches\ndeep. The kind reception which I met with from Brother and Sister\nElleker and family filled me with gratitude to God and to them, and I\nhad need of their attention as I was completely worn out. I remained\nwith this most excellent family until the eighth day of March, in the\nstrictest seclusion, except when visited by a brother occasionally,\nfrom Zurich. The family were silk-ribbon weavers and had necessarily\noccasional callers. My apartment was up-stairs, but it was lonesome,\nand as there were no arrangements for warming the rooms, I went below\nto the sitting room as often as I could with safety. In doing this\nI had some narrow escapes from being seen, as to return to my room\nit was necessary to pass through a passage-way in view of the front\ndoor. It is a very difficult thing for a person to keep hid in a\ncountry like this, for a stranger is readily observed, and had the\nneighbors' suspicions been once awakened, my hours of liberty would\nhave been few, and my protectors brought into serious trouble. As is\ncommon in many houses in Switzerland, Brother Elleker's sitting room\nwas warmed by an oven projecting out from the wall, the mouth of the\nfurnace being in another apartment. The projection was probably not\nless than five by four feet, and in height reached from the floor to\nwithin eighteen inches or two feet of the ceiling. This is covered\non the sides and end with enameled pottery ware. The heat from the\ninside makes this oven a very desirable place to lean against in cold\nweather. In addition to other uses the people dry chicory on the top\nof the oven, which is flat, before grinding it to use instead of\ncoffee. At Brother Elleker's, one side of the oven was near the wall\nof the house, leaving room for a number of narrow steps leading to the\ntop. These steps were a favorite resting-place for me, as by going up\na step or two I could not be seen, unless a visitor came well round\ninto the room; if one did or was likely to do so, I got on top of the\noven where I was entirely hid, as a curtain covered the space between\nthe top of the oven and the ceiling. A neighbor woman came in one day\nwhose movements were suspicious and I got on the top, but it happened\nthat the top was entirely covered with small pieces of chicory,\nquite dry and, of course, very hard. There being no time to consider\ncomfort, I was quickly, hands and knees, on the ragged edges of the\ndried root, and, to my consternation, from under the curtain I saw the\nwoman deliberately plant herself against the side of the oven. You may\nimagine my condition, as the heat was oppressive and the chicory to my\nfeelings got every moment harder. Sister Elleker did her best to get\nrid of her neighbor, without telling her to go, and when she succeeded\nI came down the steps without the least approach to hilarity in my\ndisposition.\n\nShortly after arriving at Brother Elleker's I was in communication\nwith a few of the leading brethren in Zurich, and one at a time would\noccasionally come and see me, the distance being only five or six\nmiles, and I availed myself of every opportunity to instruct them in\ntheir duties. I also kept President Tyler acquainted occasionally with\nmy whereabouts and condition.\n\nOn March 8th I received a telegram from President Tyler, desiring\nme to come to him at Geneva, which I at once prepared to do. I had\nbecome somewhat uneasy, as the visits of the brethren, although made\nwith great caution, were being noticed by the neighbors, and I was\nsatisfied I could not at present forward the cause to any great extent,\nnot enough to justify the constant risk to myself and others. I and\nother Elders had been in all the Protestant German cantons, but two or\nthree which we were not warranted in visiting, as they were strongly\nprejudiced and only in name removed from the bigotry and bitterness of\nCatholicism, and we had been expelled from, or prohibited from teaching\nin all we had visited; and during the last three months I had been\nsummoned before the police authorities in different places no less than\nthirteen times.\n\nI bade my kind friends an affectionate farewell and blessed them for\ntheir kindness and consideration which they had manifested towards me,\nand in a few days was united with my brethren in Geneva again.\n\nBrother Tyler had written to President F. D. Richards, at Liverpool,\nin regard to my future labors, as there was no opening then in\nSwitzerland, suggesting that there might be an opportunity to open\nup the work in Germany, but the result of the correspondence was the\ndecision that I should return to England for the present.\n\nI remained in Geneva until the 20th of April, 1855, (expecting to take\na small party of Italian Saints from Lyons to Liverpool, on their way\nto the valleys of Utah, but circumstances prevented their coming), when\nI left for England by way of Dijon and Paris, where I duly arrived\nafter an absence of seven months.\n\nWith regard to the feelings of the Swiss nation, within the last thirty\nyears the policy of the government and the sentiment of the people have\nundergone a great change in favor of liberty. In 1876, Elder J. U.\nStucki, then president of the Swiss and German Missions, was summoned\nbefore a district judge for certain expressions relating to polygamy,\nin a pamphlet which he had published, and he was fined fifty francs\nand an order was made for the confiscation of the book. Elder Stucki\nappealed to the supreme court of the canton (Berne) which confirmed the\ndecision of the lower court; but the decision of the judges not being\nunanimous, Brother Stucki, encouraged, carried the case before the\nsupreme court of the nation which reversed the two former rulings--a\nresult which led to much inquiry by strangers and renewed prosperity\nfor the Church.\n\nI visited Switzerland again in 1879, visiting Schaffhausen, Wienfelden,\nZurich, Berne and many other places, attending public meetings without\nusing a passport at all, although I had one with me.\n\nWithin the last few weeks, in answer to an application for the\nrepression of \"Mormonism\" in Berne Oberland (the district from which\nElder Secrist was expelled in 1854) the authorities declared in effect,\nthat the Latter-day Saints had as much right to preach their doctrines\nas any other religious denomination had to expound theirs.\n\n\n\nTHE FAITH OF THE ZUNIS.\n\nBY LLEWELLYN HARRIS.\n\nTRADITIONS OF THE ZUNIS--THREE CHILDREN HEALED--ADMINISTER\nTO 406 INDIANS WHO WERE ATTACKED WITH\nTHE SMALL-POX, MOST OF WHOM RECOVER--OPPOSED BY\nA PRESBYTERIAN MINISTER AND OTHERS--FATE OF MY\nOPPOSERS.\n\nI arrived at the Zuni village on the 20th of January, 1878, on my way\nto the Mexican settlements, to preach the gospel.\n\nCircumstances caused me to stay at Zuni eight days, thus giving me an\nopportunity to become acquainted with their traditions, customs and\nhistory.\n\nThey say that, before the conquest of Mexico by the Spaniards, the Zuni\nIndians lived in Mexico. Some of them still claim to be the descendants\nof Montezuma. At the time of the conquest they fled to Arizona, and\nsettled there. They were at one time a very powerful tribe, as the\nruins all over that part of the country testify. They have always been\nconsidered a very industrious people. The fact that they have at one\ntime been in a state of civilization far in advance of what they are at\npresent, is established beyond a doubt. Before the Catholic religion\nwas introduced among them, they worshiped the sun. At present they are\nnearly all Catholics. A few of them have been baptized into our Church\nby Brothers Ammon M. Tenney and R. H. Smith, and nearly all the tribe\nsay they are going to be baptized.\n\nThey have a great many words in the language like the Welsh, and with\nthe same meaning.\n\nTheir tradition says that over three hundred years before the conquest\nof Mexico by the Spaniards, some white men landed in Mexico and told\nthe Indians that they had come from the regions beyond the sea to the\neast. They say that from these white men came the ancient kings of\nMexico, from whom Montezuma descended.\n\nThese white men were known to the Indians of Mexico by the name of\n_Cambaraga;_  and are still remembered so in the traditions of the\nZuni Indians. In time those white people became mixed with Indians, by\nmarriage, until scarcely a relic of them remained. A few traditions of\nthe Mexican Indians and a few Welsh words among the Zunis, Navajos, and\nMoquises are all that can be found of that people now.\n\nI have the history of the ancient Britons, which speaks of Prince\nMadoc, who was the son of Owen Guynedd, king of Wales, having sailed\nfrom Wales, in the year 1160, with three ships. He returned in the year\n1163, saying he had found a beautiful country, across the western sea.\n\nHe left Wales again in the year 1164 with fifteen ships and three\nthousand men. He was never again heard of.\n\nThe circumstances of the healing of the Indians who were affected with\nthe small pox, which occurred during my stay among the Zunis, are as\nfollows:\n\nI put up with a Zuni Indian known as Captain Lochee, who had three\nchildren sick with the small-pox. After I had been asleep two or\nthree hours, I was awakened by the cries of the family and some of\nthe neighbors who had come in. I arose and inquired the cause of the\ncrying, and was informed by Captain Lochee that his daughter, a child\nof about twelve years of age, was dying. I saw she was gasping for\nbreath. I felt like administering to her then, but the Spirit of the\nLord prompted me to wait a little longer. I waited until she had done\ngasping and did not appear to breathe. The Spirit of the Lord moved\nupon me very strongly to administer to her, which I did; she revived\nand slept well the remainder of the night. I also administered to the\nother two who were sick in the same house that night. All was quiet the\nremainder of the night, and all seemed much better in the morning. The\nnews of this spread through the town, and the next day I was called to\nvisit about twenty-five families, all of whom had one or more sick with\nthe small-pox. They also wished me to administer to the sick, which\nI did. I was called upon to visit from ten to twenty families a day\nfor four days after my arrival, and administered to their sick. The\npower of the Lord was made manifest to such a degree that nearly all I\nadministered to recovered. The disease was spreading so rapidly that I\nwas unable to visit all the houses. One morning about eight o'clock one\nof the Zuni women came for me to go and visit the sick; she took me to\na house which had a large room in it, about twenty by forty feet. When\nI entered the room I found they had gathered the sick from all parts of\nthe village, till they had completely filled the house. The stench that\narose and the horrible sight that met my eyes is beyond description.\nThey had a Spaniard there, who understood the Zuni language, for an\ninterpreter, who told me they wanted me to administer to all those who\nwere sick in the room. I being the only Elder in the village, it seemed\nto be a great task to administer to so many, but I called on the Lord\nto strengthen me. I commenced, and as fast as I administered to them\nthey were removed, but other sick ones were continually being brought\nin. It was late in the afternoon before I could perceive that they\nbegan to diminish in numbers. When I had administered to the last one\nand went out, the sun had set and it was getting dark. The Spaniard who\nhad stayed there all day asked me if I knew how many I had prayed for.\nI told him that I did not keep count; he said he had, and that it was\n406. The next morning my arms were so sore that I could hardly move\nthem.\n\nThere was a Presbyterian minister in the village, who became jealous\nof the influence I was gaining with the Indians. He persuaded two\nSpaniards, one Navajo Indian, one albino Zuni, and one of the Zuni\nmedicine men to circulate lies and frighten the Zunis, telling them\nthat those who were healed were healed by the power of the devil.\n\nI felt weak from the effects of administering so much, and, on the\nsecond day after administering to the 406, I started for the settlement\nin Savoia valley. The next day after arriving in Savoia I was taken\ndown with a severe fever, which lasted about a week. I stopped with\nthe family of Brother John Hunt, who treated me very kindly. It was\nabout three weeks before I was able to resume my journey to the Mexican\nsettlements on the Rio Grande. I spent about four months preaching\nto the Mexican people in New Mexico. When I arrived at Savoia on my\nreturn, I was informed by the brethren that the minister who opposed me\nat Zuni had passed there and was nearly dead with the consumption. When\nI arrived at Zuni I was told by some of the most reliable Zunis that\nall to whom I had administered recovered, excepting five or six that\nthe minister gave medicine to, and four or five that the medicine man\nhad tried to cure by magic. The medicine man that opposed me had died\nduring my absence, and the Navajo who opposed me, on returning home,\nwas killed by his people to keep the small-pox from spreading among\nthem.\n\nThis is a true statement of the manner in which the power of God was\nmade manifest among the Zunis, and also the judgments of God which\nfollowed some of those who opposed it. It seemed that I was, by the\nprovidence of God, cast among them; and I felt that I was one of the\nweakest of my brethren, and to ask the Lord to strengthen me if it\nwas His will to make His power manifest through me. If the Lord had\nnot strengthened me I could not have borne up under what I passed\nthrough at Zuni. (Brother Ammon M. Tenney, who questioned the Indians\nthemselves in regard to this miraculous event, says they testify as a\nbody to the truthfulness of the narrative.--_Ed._ )\n\n\n\nSKETCH OF A WELL-SPENT LIFE.\n\nBY HARRISON BURGESS.\n\n\n\nCHAPTER I.\n\nMY BIRTH AND CHILDHOOD--EMBRACE THE GOSPEL--A VISION--GATHER\nWITH THE SAINTS AT KIRTLAND--ZION'S CAMP--MANIFESTATIONS\nIN THE TEMPLE--THE SAINTS DRIVEN\nFROM MISSOURI--THE PROPHET AND PATRIARCH MARTYRED--OUR\nJOURNEY WESTWARD--SENT ON A MISSION.\n\nI was born September 3, 1814, in the town of Putnam, Washington Co.,\nState of New York. I lived with my parents until upwards of fourteen\nyears of age, and, being the eldest of my father's family, I was kept\nconstantly at work and had but little opportunity of acquiring an\neducation. My father made no profession of religion, but led a moral\nand virtuous life. My childhood was not marked with any crime, although\nI paid but little or no attention to religion until the seventeenth\nyear of my age. In July, 1832, when I first heard the fullness of\nthe gospel proclaimed by Elder Simeon Carter, I was convinced that\nthe scriptures were true and that the Book of Mormon was a divine\nrevelation from heaven. I was baptized and spent the following Winter\nin going to school, working for my board and in meeting with the\nSaints. In the Spring of 1833, I started in company with Brother John\nS. Carter to the State of Vermont, where we labored about two months\nand then returned to New York State.\n\nOn the third Sabbath in May while speaking to a congregation I declared\nthat I knew that the Book of Mormon and the work of God were true. The\nnext day while laboring in the field something seemed to whisper to\nme, \"Do you know the Book of Mormon is true?\" My mind became perplexed\nand darkened, and I was so tormented in spirit that I left my work\nand retired into the woods. The misery and distress that I there\nexperienced cannot be described. The tempter all the while seemed to\nsay, \"Do you know the Book of Mormon is true?\" I remained in this\nsituation about two hours. Finally I resolved to know, by exercising\nfaith similar to that which the brother of Jared possessed, whether I\nhad proclaimed the truth or not, and commenced praying to the God of\nheaven for a testimony of these things. Suddenly a glorious personage\nclothed in white stood before me and exhibited to my view the plates\nfrom which the Book of Mormon was taken.\n\nIn September, 1834, I started with my father's family for Kirtland,\nOhio, as it was necessary for him to stay to transact some business.\nOn my journey I accidentally met with the Prophet Joseph Smith, in\nSpringfield, Pennsylvania; I there saw him for the first time, and\nheard him preach. I arrived in Kirtland and tarried there through\nthe Winter, during which time Brother Joseph received a revelation\ncalling for the strength of the Lord's house to go to Jackson Co.,\nMissouri, for the redemption of Zion. I was one among the rest that\nvolunteered to go and fulfill this commandment. I started in March,\n1834, in company with Joseph Smith and others. We had a long and\ntedious journey, and arrived in Missouri on the last of June. While\nthe camp tarried there Brother Joseph received the word of the Lord\nby revelation, relative to the camp, informing us that we were not to\nfight at that time; that Zion could not be redeemed then; and that he\nhad required us to come thus far, as a trial of our faith; that He had\naccepted of our offering, etc. Some individuals of the camp felt to\nmurmur at this decree, and wanted to fight the enemies of God. Brother\nJoseph said the Lord would send a scourge upon us in consequence of\nthis unrighteous feeling. The cholera was upon us in a few hours after\nthis prediction, and some eighteen of our brethren fell victims to\nits grasp. Among the number that I attended upon and helped to bury\nwas Brother John S. Carter. My feelings on this occasion can never be\ndescribed. At length I was violently seized with it myself, but through\nfaith in God and the kind assistance of Brother Zera H. Cole, I was\nrescued from the grasp of death.\n\nWhen the camp broke up I received an honorable discharge from Lyman\nWight, our commander-in-chief. After this I started for home in company\nwith Heber C. Kimball and several others, arriving at Kirtland, Ohio,\nabout the last of July. I found my friends well and the Saints were\nexerting themselves to the utmost in their poverty to build the Temple\nwhich was so far completed that I received my endowments therein in the\nSpring of 1835. The Lord blessed His people abundantly in that Temple\nwith the Spirit of prophecy, the ministering of angels, visions, etc. I\nwill here relate a vision which was shown to me. It was near the close\nof the endowments. I was in a meeting for instruction in the upper part\nof the Temple, with about a hundred of the High Priests, Seventies\nand Elders. The Saints felt to shout \"Hosanna!\" and the Spirit of God\nrested upon me in mighty power and I beheld the room lighted up with a\npeculiar light such as I had never seen before. It was soft and clear\nand the room looked to me as though it had neither roof nor floor to\nthe building and I beheld the Prophet Joseph and Hyrum Smith and Roger\nOrton enveloped in the light: Joseph exclaimed aloud, \"I behold the\nSavior, the Son of God.\" Hyrum said, \"I behold the angels of heaven.\"\nBrother Orton exclaimed, \"I behold the chariots of Israel.\" All who\nwere in the room felt the power of God to that degree that many\nprophesied, and the power of God was made manifest, the remembrance of\nwhich will remain with me while I live upon the earth.\n\nDuring the Winter of 1836, I attended a high school together with\nBrothers Joseph and Hyrum and most of the leading men of the Church;\nit was a fine opportunity for obtaining knowledge. The evenings were\nmostly spent in meetings for instructions on the principles of our\nfaith and religion. It was then and there that the lectures in the\nfirst part of the book of Doctrine and Covenants were given. During\nthis Winter and Spring the members of Zion's Camp were called together\nto receive an especial blessing, according to a promise which had been\nmade in the before-mentioned revelation. Out of this number most of\nthe Twelve were selected, and also the first Seventy, of which latter\nI was one. We had a meeting every Saturday to bless and ordain such as\nhad been called. I was blessed and ordained under the hands of Joseph\nSmith, Jun., Joseph Smith, Sen., and Sidney Rigdon.\n\nI started, on the 18th of April, on a mission to New York and Vermont,\nand returned home September 20th; and again, in the Winter of '37, I\ntook a short mission to Ohio in company with Lucius N. Scovil. It was\nwhile upon this mission that we heard of the persecution that had been\nraised against the Church in which the printing office was burned and\nthat the Church were leaving for Far West, Missouri. We returned home\nimmediately, and I made preparations and started west with my family\non the 26th of March, in company with several other families among\nwhom was Brother Hyrum Smith. We had an exceedingly hard journey in\nconsequence of a great deal of rain and mud. We arrived at Far West the\n27th of May, 1837. The next day I went to Davies county with Joseph\nand Hyrum Smith and some others to look out a new location. I remained\nthere nine days and helped survey the site for a city. As a reward\nfor rendering this assistance at that time Brother Joseph selected me\na very fine city lot. I removed my family to Davies county, and in\na short time my wife was taken ill with the chills and fever, which\nrendered her nearly helpless for about six months, during which time\nthe terrible tragedies of persecution were enacted in Missouri. My\nbrother-in-law, Daniel Carter, and some of his family were sick and\non my hands to provide for. Thus surrounded by affliction, I, with my\nbrethren, was compelled to remove my sick family to Caldwell county. We\ntarried there till the next March, and were then obliged to leave the\nState. In addition to removing my own family I made two or three trips\nwith my team to assist in removing the destitute.\n\nI settled in Pike Co., Illinois. The people there were very kind and\nhumane. I preached during the year of my residence in that county about\none hundred times and baptized about thirty individuals. I removed to\nNauvoo in April, 1840, where I remained during the Summer, and in the\nFall took a mission to the east, in company with Daniel Carter. We\ntook our families along, and by request of Hyrum Smith moved into his\nlarge and commodious house in Kirtland, to which was attached a most\nbeautiful orchard. We then proceeded farther east on our mission, as\nwe were authorized to visit the branches of the Church, and gather\nup means for the Nauvoo Temple. I was gone about two years, when I\nreturned to Nauvoo.\n\nIn June, 1844, the storm of persecution arose against the leaders of\nthe Church, which terminated in the martyrdom of Joseph and Hyrum\nSmith. During this scene I had the command of one of the companies of\nthe Nauvoo Legion, and was on duty about three weeks. I saw Joseph's\nand Hyrum's dead bodies and was called upon to act as one of the guards\nat the burial.\n\nAt the organization of the Seventies I was appointed one of the\npresidents over the second quorum, was ordained to that office under\nthe hands of Elder Orson Pratt. During the Winter, Spring and Summer I\nassisted in ordaining several hundred of the Seventies and organizing\nthem into quorums. In the Fall of 1845 the mob spirit revived and after\ndue reflection and counsel the Church as a body concluded to leave\nthe States and seek a home in the wilderness. Every possible exertion\nwas then made to hasten the completion of the Temple, that the Saints\nmight therein receive their anticipated blessings and endowments before\ntheir departure. The Temple was finally dedicated and the giving of\nendowments was commenced. It was in this house of God that my wife\nSophia was sealed to me first and afterwards Amanda M. Hammond was\ngiven me by President B. Young.\n\nAfter receiving our blessings in the Temple, myself and family made all\npreparations for our wilderness journey, and crossed the Mississippi\nRiver on the last day of May, 1846. We had a prosperous journey,\novertook the camp at Council Bluffs, crossed the Missouri River in\nJuly, and in concert with the spirit of the camp, made preparations for\nWinter Quarters.\n\nMy wife Sophia was sick most of the ensuing Winter, but through the\nmercy of God her life was spared. Her disease was the scurvy of which\nquite a number died. At the organization of the camp I was appointed\na captain of fifty in Brother Kimball's division, but in consequence\nof sickness in my family I could not obtain the necessary outfit to\ngo on in the Spring company. During the year 1847 I labored very hard\nto obtain the means necessary for my expected trip to the valleys of\nUtah and my arrangements were nearly completed to go in the Spring of\n'48, when a call came for me to go on a mission to England. I felt as\never to respond to the call, but the idea of leaving my family, to\nmake their way to Utah without my company or assistance, was not very\npleasant. My family, however, chose to undertake the enterprise rather\nthan to have me fail to fulfill my mission. I accordingly turned my\nwhole attention to prepare everything in my power as comfortable and\nconvenient as I could for my family's expedition and resolved to see\nthem across the Elkhorn River myself. My team consisted of a good,\nstrong wagon, two yoke of first-rate oxen and a yoke of cows; I got a\nboy to drive the team.\n\nWe left Winter Quarters on the 20th of May, 1848, had a good journey to\nthe river and crossed over it in safety. The people who were going to\nperform the journey had been gathering there for some time and forming\nan encampment, awaiting the arrival of the others who were to go. The\ntwo large camps would have covered some acres. One was formed in a\nsquare with a hollow in the center, the other in an oblong. Here the\ncamps were organized for traveling with captains of hundreds, fifties\nand tens, with good instructions from Brother Brigham and others as to\ntheir every-day duties. A number of the Twelve and many of the friends\nand relatives of the camp had come over to visit their friends and see\nthem start. The business having all been accomplished, the visitors and\nmyself left for Nauvoo, on the morning of the third of June. While we\nwere waiting for the boat to take us across the river Brother Kimball\ncame and took me by the hand, blessed me, and prophesied many good\nthings on my head; said I should perform a good mission and return with\nmuch honor to Zion. He then blessed my wives and said they should both\nbe blessed and prospered in my absence and that we should all live to\nmeet again. These predictions were fulfilled.\n\nI was from the 3rd of June to the 27th of July getting to New York.\nAt St. Louis I met Joseph Clemens, who was also going to England, and\nwe agreed to travel together. We took the _Highland Mary_  on the Ohio\nRiver. While on this boat we were attacked by a gang of thieves and\nrobbers, who intended to kill and throw us into the river, but through\nthe mercy of God they did not kill us, though my head was severely\ninjured by their blows. We could get no protection from the officers of\nthe boat, but had to hire a state room and shut ourselves up. The boat\nwas burned on her return trip.\n\n\n\nCHAPTER II.\n\nARRIVAL IN ENGLAND--APPOINTED TO THE GLASGOW CONFERENCE--MY\nEXPERIENCE THERE--RELEASED--START\nHOME--A STORM AT SEA--CASE OF MIRACULOUS HEALING--ARRIVAL\nIN THE VALLEY.\n\nOn the 21st of September I arrived in England, and was appointed by\nApostle Orson Pratt, who presided over the mission, to travel among all\nthe conferences of the mission with authority to transact any business\nwith both officers and members as the Holy Spirit might dictate. In\nthis way I labored about a year, in which time I was greatly blessed,\nand always endeavored, by the help of the Lord, to comfort and\nstrengthen the Saints and to build them up in all the principles of our\nholy religion.\n\nAbout the 1st of July, 1849, the presidency of the Glasgow conference\nwas vacated and President Pratt appointed me to preside there. It was\nthe largest conference but one in the British Isles. After going there\nI held a number of council meetings, and then traveled and preached\nfrom one branch to another. I did not meet with much violent opposition\nin my labors. There was not, as a general thing, so much cruelty\nmanifested towards the Elders, as there had been in some parts of\nAmerica. I will name one incident, however, which took place with me,\nwhile I was preaching and building up the Church in my district. At one\ntime I gave out a notice that I would preach in a certain large town.\nThe people said I should not preach in that place and if I attempted\nto do so, they would tar and feather me and give me a free ride out\nof their town on a rail. I was apprised of the threats they had made,\nand the brethren begged me not to go to fill the appointment; but I\ntold them I had never failed to perform my duty in this respect yet,\nand I had faith that the Lord would help me through this difficulty.\nI therefore went, trusting in the Lord, and preached to the people in\ngreat plainness. They had all their preparations made, and intended to\nput their threats into execution as soon as the meeting closed. When\nI had finished they put out all the lights but one, which, I suppose,\nthey had saved for their own use. As they began to leave the house I\nreached up and extinguished the other light, which left us all in the\ndark, so they could not tell one from another, and I passed out in the\ncrowd and walked away in peace.\n\nI was released from my mission in January, 1850. By the request of\nPresident Pratt I left Liverpool about two weeks sooner than I had\nintended, as he wished me to sail on a certain boat and take charge of\na large box containing money and goods which were to be sent to the\nPresidency of the Church in Salt Lake.\n\nHaving been released to return home, I set sail from England with a\ncompany of Saints on the 10th of January, 1850. Jeter Clinton was\nappointed president of the company and I was appointed one of his\ncounselors.\n\nWe sailed along quite comfortably until the twenty-sixth of the month\nwhen a terrible storm arose. About two o'clock in the afternoon the\nsea began to swell and show its power, and the vessel lay first on one\nside and then on the other. Water came in upon us on both sides of our\nship. We lost our sails and yard-arms, and the chains in the rigging of\nthe ship broke. In the evening, when everything looked most dismal, our\npresident called together his counselors and all joined in prayer to\nthe Lord to cause the winds to cease. Scarcely had the brethren ceased\ntheir supplications when there was a calm, so sudden in fact that the\ncaptain and the officers of the ship were greatly surprised, and they\ncame and inquired of us how it was that we felt so happy and gay amid\nthe great danger through which we had just passed. They could not\nrealize that the Lord removed all fear from the hearts of his faithful\nSaints when they were endeavoring to do their duty.\n\nOn March 8, 1850, we arrived safely at New Orleans. We felt truly\nthankful that the Lord had preserved us from the dangers of the deep\nand brought us to the shores of America.\n\nFrom the time of my arrival at New Orleans till the 1st of June, when I\nstarted west, I spent my time between that city and Council Bluffs, in\npreparing for my journey across the plains. I traveled with the camp in\nCaptain Aaron Johnson's company.\n\nThere were a few cases of cholera in the camp as we journeyed along.\nI always assisted in nursing and administering to the sick. Many were\nhealed by the laying on of hands. One case of miraculous healing\nI will mention: A Sister McGaw was taken with cholera in its most\ndreadful form. I administered to her in the morning and she seemed\nto be healed, but after a short time the suffering returned and was\nworse, if possible, than before. She said if Brother Burgess could lay\nhands on her again she would live, if not, she must die. I was at the\ntime a mile behind the train, assisting some of the brethren through\na bad place in the road; but the woman seemed so sure of her recovery\nif I could administer to her again, that they sent a horseman after me\nin all haste, who was to take charge of my team while I was gone. I\nrode to the camp as fast as possible and found her in extreme agony.\nShe was so cramped that her head and heels nearly touched each other.\nAs I entered her wagon I felt the power of God resting down upon me\nmightily. I laid my hands upon her head \"in the name of Jesus Christ\"\nand by the authority of the Holy Priesthood commanded the destroyer to\nleave her and the wagon instantly and trouble her no more. It did so\nforthwith, but as it retreated I heard it hiss like an adder. The woman\nwas healed from that moment and went on her way rejoicing. Through the\nmercy of God I reached the valley in safety and found my family alive\nand well, as Brother Kimball had predicted when he gave me his parting\nblessing on the banks of the Elkhorn River.\n\nAfter returning to the valley I was called upon to perform various\nduties all of which I endeavored to execute with faithfulness and\ndiligence. In the Fall of 1862, I moved to the southern part of Utah,\nin compliance with a request of the Church authorities, to assist\nin the settlement of that part of the country. I located in Pine\nValley where I erected a saw mill, and this, together with my farming\noperations, provided me with the necessaries of life.\n\n[It was here that Brother Burgess departed this life on the 10th of\nFebruary, 1883, after a long life of usefulness in which he ever sought\nto faithfully perform every duty placed upon him, thereby laying up\ntreasures in eternity which he can henceforth enjoy.]\n\n\n\nTHE LORD'S BLESSINGS.\n\nBY AMASA POTTER.\n\n\n\nCHAPTER I.\n\nCALLED TO AUSTRALIA--MY IGNORANCE--PRES. H. C. KIMBALL'S\nPROPHECY CONCERNING ME--ARRIVE IN SYDNEY--ADVENTURE\nWITH A DOG--GO TO CAMDEN WITH A\nFELLOW-MISSIONARY--SOUGHT FOR BY A DRUNKEN MOB--GOD\nBLINDS THEIR EYES AND WE ESCAPE--AT PICTON\nWE PREACH IN THE COURT-HOUSE--THE WRITING ON\nTHE WALL--OUR SUCCESS.\n\nIn the Spring of 1856, in the days of my youth, I was called by the\nFirst Presidency of the Church of Jesus Christ of Latter-day Saints to\ngo on a mission to Australia, to preach the gospel. I was young and\ninexperienced, and had but very little education. I had been to school\nbut six months in my life, although I had been raised in the Church\nfrom infancy, and had been taught by my mother that God had spoken from\nthe heavens in these last days and had sent a holy angel to reveal the\ngospel that had been lost from the earth. These things I understood;\nbut the scriptures I never had read, from the fact that I could not\nread. Under these circumstances I went to President Heber C. Kimball\nand asked permission to stay at home one year, and I would go to school\nand learn to read and write, and then I would go. But he said that he\nhad called me to a mission and he wanted me to go now. I received my\nendowments, and President Kimball blessed me and prophesied many great\nthings which should happen to me in the next three years and a half;\nfor he said that I would be gone that time, and should learn to read\nand write by my close application and the help of the Holy Spirit. I\nbade farewell to my aged mother and started, in company with some other\nElders, for Australia.\n\nWe arrived in Carson Valley, where Judge Drummond was holding a court\nat the time. President Orson Hyde was probate judge in that valley,\nand had held a court a short time before we arrived. He had decided a\ncase of law between Col. Reese and another in the case of a mill. A.\nP. Chessley, one of our missionaries, filed a demurrer against Brother\nHyde's decision, and the case was tried by Judge Drummond. Col. Reese\nlost the mill. Brother Hyde told Chessley that he had better not go\non his mission, if he did, he should never see home again; for he had\nsinned, with his eyes open, to get gain. Brother Hyde told us all that\nif we went with that man we should share with him the displeasure of\nGod.\n\nWe arrived at San Francisco and there was a ship about to sail for\nAustralia. Half of the Elders said that they would go on that ship with\nChessley, and the remainder of us concluded to wait for another vessel.\nThey started, and, in about thirty days afterwards, a clipper bark was\nadvertised to sail and we embarked in that ship. In thirty-six days\nwe arrived at Sydney, Australia, having sailed about 10,000 miles and\nhad a pleasant voyage. The other brethren had not been heard of. One\nhundred and fifteen days passed and they arrived at Melbourne. They had\nalmost starved to death, and had sold nearly all of their clothing to\nthe natives for fruit, chickens and pigs, etc., to live on. Thus was\nBrother Hyde's prediction to them fulfilled.\n\nI was now in Sydney, a large, beautiful city, containing 175,000\ninhabitants. I concluded that I would travel through the city a day or\ntwo and get something of importance to write home. I was traveling my\nfirst day on a back street, and I saw some birds with fine plumage,\nand several monkeys, performing on some wires that were stretched in\na yard near a mill. Not understanding the customs of that country, I\nstepped through the gate to see the birds and monkeys. Just then a man\nlet loose a large dog and gave a whistle. I looked around and saw the\ndog coming towards me at full speed. I sprang for the gate and got hold\nof it; at the same time the dog got hold of my back, and a struggle\nensued. I finally extricated myself from the dog, but he had torn my\ncoat off and left me only the sleeves and the collar. I then concluded\nthat I had got something to write home, and I would not travel any\nfurther in that city.\n\nWe found the opposition to the gospel very great in this place, so I\nstarted, in company with another young Elder, to go to the interior of\nthe island to commence our labors preaching the gospel. When we came\nto a city called Camden, forty miles from Sydney, we concluded to try\nto get a place to preach in. We were refused all public houses that\nwe asked for. Finally we tried to get the privilege of stopping at a\npublic house, or tavern, all night. We told the landlord that we were\nmissionaries of the Church of Jesus Christ of Latter-day Saints, and\nwe were traveling without purse or scrip, according to the pattern\nthat Jesus had left on record in the Bible. The landlord asked us if\nwe were \"Mormons.\" We said that we were called that name by the world.\nAfter talking some time with him he ordered us out of the house, and\ntold some drunken Irishmen to run us out of the town and he would give\nthem a gallon of rum each. It was now after dark, and we went down one\nof the streets and called at a large boot and shoe shop. The owner\nsaid that he would keep us and we were having a good discussion on the\nprinciples of the gospel when a rough voice called to the master of the\nplace, and said,\n\n\"Are you going to keep them d----d Mormons here all night?\"\n\nWe looked towards the door and saw there a mob of drunken men, armed\nwith native war clubs, spears and the boomerang. The boomerang is a\nweapon with which the natives formerly fought.\n\nI said to my companion, \"We must get out of here.\"\n\nHe replied, \"How shall we do it without getting hurt?\"\n\nI told him that God had not sent us here to be killed in this manner,\nand if we would now trust wholly in the Lord, He would deliver us.\n\nI had no more than said these words when the owner of the house caught\nthe same spirit as the mob and said to us, \"Get out of my house, or\nI will kill you,\" and, at the same time, struck at my partner with a\nhammer, but missed him as he sprang to one side.\n\nThe mob said, \"Drive them out and we will use them up in a hurry.\"\n\nI picked up my carpet-bag and umbrella and went to the door with a\nprayerful heart to God that he would protect us, and I walked out\nbetween many of them. It appeared that they did not see me or they did\nnot notice me. The mob was arranged on both sides of the door, with\ntheir weapons drawn ready to strike at the first sight of us; and as\nmy partner came out the leader of the band called the attention of his\nmen to give some instructions how to deal with us, and thus he slipped\npast them unseen. I took him by the arm and we started down the street.\nIn the darkness of the night they could not see us. About this time\nthe owner of the house came to the door and they asked him where the\n\"Mormons\" were. He replied that they had gone out just that minute.\nThey said they knew better; \"for,\" said they, \"they have not passed us,\nand you had better bring them out, or we will knock your house down.\"\nAt that they broke into the house and, not finding us, they took the\nmaster and journeymen out and beat them almost to death.\n\nIn this deliverance we see the prediction of President Heber C. Kimball\nfulfilled; for he said that I should be brought into many close places,\nand it would seem that death stared me in the face; but, if I would\nbe faithful to my mission, the angels of God would deliver me in all\ntrials, and I should return in safety to the Church and to my home.\nIn all of my travels on that island for two years and a half, I found\nthat when there was a good work to be done in a city, we met with the\ngreatest opposition; for in this same place, where we received such\ncruel treatment, we afterwards preached, and baptized, and organized a\nbranch of the Church with many members.\n\nWe next went to a city called Picton, and, by this time, the Lord had\nmade us bold to declare His gospel, for such light had burst upon our\nminds as we had never thought of before; and by this time I had learned\nto read and write, and had learned arithmetic very well. We applied\nfor the court-house and obtained it from the judge of the district. We\nappointed a meeting for Friday evening, and we then put up some cards\nstating the time of meeting. At the time appointed the people assembled\nand filled the house. For two days my companion had been marking\npassages in the Bible, and on this occasion he was intending to deliver\na fine discourse. The meeting was opened and he arose, took his text\nand commenced with great importance. He had not spoken more than five\nminutes when he got to the end of his sermon, for he could not say more\nthan \"Amen.\" Then I was introduced to the congregation as Elder Potter,\nwith the remark that I would continue the subject of the gospel. I\narose with fear and trembling; for it was the first time in my life\nthat I had stood in a pulpit. Before me was a large Bible and prayer\nbook. I must say that my mind was confused; but I took a text from the\nBible that lay open before me. It was from the Prophet Amos:\n\n \"Surely the Lord God will do nothing, but He revealeth His secret unto\n His servants the prophets.\"\n\nAfter reading it I spoke a few more words and became dumb that I could\nnot speak. I stood there without speaking about two minutes, when\nthe words of President Heber C. Kimball came to me: He said that the\ntime would come when I should be at a loss to know what to say to the\npeople, \"and, at that time,\" he said, \"if you will commence to declare\nthe divine mission of Joseph Smith in this our day, and the divine\nauthenticity of the Book of Mormon, the Lord will loosen your tongue\nand you shall say the very things that are needful to be said to the\npeople.\" When this came to my mind I commenced declaring these things\nto the congregation. I had spoken but a few minutes, when I thought I\nsaw several lines of large letters printed on the walls of the house,\nand I commenced to read them and spoke about one hour. When the letters\nfaded from my sight I then stopped speaking. I could not tell all that\nI had said; but my companion told me it was an excellent discourse.\nWhen meeting was dismissed the judge came to us and said if we wanted\nthe court-house again we could have it; so we gave notice that we would\npreach at that place on Sunday evening next. The next day we went\nthrough the city and talked with many of the people, and when Sunday\nevening came we lighted the chandeliers in the house, went up into the\npulpit and sat and read the scriptures. The time arrived for the people\nto gather, but not a soul came. We waited half an hour, sung a hymn and\ndedicated the house for meeting. We still waited; but, as no one came,\nwe locked up the house and went to our lodgings.\n\n\n\nCHAPTER II.\n\nMALIGNED BY SECTARIAN PRIESTS--INVITATION TO PREACH\nAT A DISTANT TOWN--MEANS PROVIDED BY A MYSTERIOUS\nPERSONAGE--BRANCH OF THE CHURCH ORGANIZED--APPLY\nTO THE AUTHORITIES OF THE COLONY FOR,\nAND RECEIVE, LICENSE AND PROTECTION AS MINISTERS\nOF THE GOSPEL--ARRESTED--MY COMPANION'S DEFENSE--HONORABLY\nRELEASED--GO TO WINDSOR--UNABLE\nTO OBTAIN LODGINGS--DIRECTED BY A STRANGER--KINDLY\nTREATED--AN ATTEMPT TO POISON ME--MY\nCOMPANION SHOT AT BY A RUFFIAN.\n\nThe morning after the meeting alluded to in the last chapter we learned\nthat the priests and parsons of the different denominations had met\nand decided to unite in preventing their people from coming to hear us\npreach, for they said that we were dangerous men, and we were of the\nclass of false prophets of whom Jesus spoke, who should come in the\nlast days to deceive the people. We had labored a few weeks in this\ncity and had baptized a few into the Church, when we received a letter\nfrom Emue Plains, stating that the people would like to see and hear a\n\"Mormon\" Elder. Emue Plains was a distance of sixty miles from where we\nwere, and when we started it had been raining about a week, and a great\nportion of the country was flooded with water. We had a large river to\ncross on the way, and we were informed that the bridge had been carried\noff and there was a ferry established across the river which charged\nfive shillings each passenger. We did not have any money with which to\npay this charge, and my companion was anxious to know what we should do\nfor money to pay the ferriage with. We were then about three miles from\nthe ferry, and were passing through timber. I told him that we would go\ninto the woods and pray to God to open the heart of some one to give\nit to us. We did so, and we had traveled but a short distance through\na lane between two fields, when we looked ahead of us a little way and\nsaw an old man coming across the field. He came into the road ahead of\nus, and as he came to meet us he had a smile on his countenance. He\nreached out his hand to me, as if to shake hands, and left a crown, or\nfive shilling piece, in my hand and went to my companion and did the\nsame; but spoke not a word. I cannot describe the feeling that we had\nwhen the man took hold of our hands; we felt our hearts burn within\nus, and it did not seem that we had power to ask him his name or where\nhe was from, as we usually did when a person gave us any article of\nclothing or money. He was a man about six feet high, well proportioned,\nand wore a suit of light gray clothes and a broad-brimmed hat, and his\nhair and beard were about eighteen inches long and as white as snow.\nWe passed on and came to the ferry, and the money that we had was just\nenough to pay our ferriage.\n\nWe came to Emue Plains, labored and preached one month, baptized\ntwenty-one persons and organized a branch of the Church. So you see\nthat our Heavenly Father opened up our way to preach the gospel. We\nreturned to Sidney and met in council with the American Elders. We\ncame to the conclusion that we would like to have more influence with\nthe people. We went before the parliament of New South Wales colony\nand applied to get our names registered as ministers of the gospel, in\ncommon with ministers of other denominations in that country. We spent\ntwo days answering the questions of the governor and of the members\nof parliament, and they decided that the doctrine that we taught was\na scriptural doctrine, and therefore we should be protected in our\nrights as ministers of the gospel. They then furnished us with blank\nbooks and forms to solemnize marriages and register births and deaths\nin the Church of Jesus Christ of Latter-day Saints. Having procured\nour licenses we were encouraged with the idea that we could now do\nmore good among the people. By this time a large amount of books had\narrived from the Liverpool office, England, and we started again for\nthe interior of the country, taking with us books and tracts.\n\nGamberriar was a mining town containing twenty thousand inhabitants.\nTo this place we repaired. We commenced traveling through the city,\ntalking to the people and selling our books and tracts; but, to begin\nwith, could not get any place to preach in. Early one morning, before\nwe started out on our labors for the day, an officer with six men came\nwith a writ to take us before the judge of that district, to answer\nto five different complaints. We were charged with being guilty of\ntreason against the government, with being horse thieves, with selling\ngoods without a license, with preaching a blasphemous doctrine and with\ntrying to cause a rebellion. The court was in session; we were brought\nbefore the judge and the trial came on. The charges were read and we\nwere asked, \"Are you guilty, or not guilty?\" We answered, \"Not guilty.\"\nThe words of Jesus came to our minds:\n\n \"But when they deliver you up, take no thought how or what ye shall\n speak; for it shall be given you in that same hour what ye shall\n speak. For it is not ye that speak, but the Spirit of your Father\n which speaketh in you.\"\n\nOur accusers were two merchants, two lawyers and one doctor. They\ncommenced giving in their evidence one by one, and after the judge had\nheard it all he asked us if we had any defense to make, or if we wanted\na lawyer. We told him we did not want a lawyer, but we had a defense to\nmake; and as my companion was my senior in age, he arose to make our\ndefense before the court. He commenced on the treaty between England\nand America. He had spoken but a few minutes when the Holy Spirit\nrested upon him in such a way as I had never seen before. His face\nwas very white and he spoke with great power and authority. The judge\nlooked amazed. The house and yard were full of men who were all silent\nfor one hour. When he was through we presented our passports from the\ncity of Washington, our recommendation from the First Presidency of the\nChurch and our licenses from the parliament of New South Wales colony.\n\nThe judge then arose and said,\n\n\"Gentlemen, my decision in this case is that you, the accusers, who\nhave brought these men before this court under the pretense of grave\ncharges, have not proved anything against them. To the prisoners I say,\nyou are honorably acquitted. You are strangers to us; but I believe you\nare gentlemen of honor, or our government would not have given you the\ndocument that you bear with you. Go your way in peace, and we are bound\nto protect you from the ruthless hands of degraded men. I am sorry that\nwe have put you to so much trouble; but go in peace.\"\n\nAfter court adjourned I heard the people say that if we did not leave\nthe town we would find ourselves in a deep hole some night, so we\nconcluded to leave; but not before we had sold one hundred volumes of\nour books. We left a testimony with them that they will never forget.\n\nLeaving Gamberriar we traveled through the gold mine one week and sold\nour books and tracts to the miners and preached to them the gospel, and\nthen came to a city called Windsor situated on the Penreth River. As we\nhad been traveling several days in the rain, and had been wet through\nevery day, we were desirous of getting a place to stay in the suburbs\nof this city and recruit ourselves and clean up before commencing our\nlabors in the ministry. We tried twelve times to stay all night, but\nwere refused very abruptly each time. We found that a parson of the\nchurch of England had gone before us, and had warned the people that\nthe \"Mormon\" Elders were coming, and they must shut their doors against\nthem. It was now nine o'clock at night, and was raining very hard. We\nwalked up Main street in this city, and were so wet, tired and hungry\nthat we could but just walk. We had traveled twenty-four miles that\nday with but very little food to eat, and our boots were worn out and\nour feet scalded with the water and blistered very badly. In those\ncircumstances my companion said to me, with tears in his eyes,\n\n\"Is it possible that the Lord has forsaken us, and will suffer us to\ndie in the streets of this city?\"\n\nI said to him, \"Brother John Said,\" for that was his name, \"this is a\ntrial of our faith, and after the bitter then comes the sweet.\"\n\nWhile we were thus conversing, I looked ahead some distance and saw\na confectioner's shop with the door open. I said to my companion \"we\nwill try to stay there.\" As we drew near to the place we saw a man come\nout of the shop and walk into the middle of the street. He came down\nthe street towards us. He and I met first, as I was in advance of my\ncompanion, and he said: \"Good evening, friends. I have been waiting for\nyou some time. What has made you so late?\" As I answered his questions\nI drew close to him, and looked him in the face to see if I could\nrecognize him; but I could not.\n\nHe asked: \"Where are you going to stay to-night.\"\n\nI said: \"We do not know.\"\n\nHe then put his hand into his pocket and gave me some money, and went\nto my companion and did the same; and then said:\n\n\"Boys, do you see that large four-story house on the corner?\"\n\nWe replied that we did.\n\n\"Well,\" said he, \"you go there and tell the landlord that you have been\nsent there to occupy the green room to-night, and he will conduct you\nto it, and give you all the accommodations that he can afford.\"\n\nAfter saying this the stranger left us, and passed on out of our sight,\nin the dark. We then proceeded to the house, and found all things as\nthe stranger had represented. The landlord conducted us to the green\nroom, it was in the fourth story of the house, and while going up the\nlong stairs my companion said to me, \"Stop;\" I stopped and he said in\na low voice, \"I fear that this is a plan laid to destroy us.\" I told\nhim not to fear, for we had suffered enough, and the Lord was about\nto bless us. Arriving at the room we found it a beautiful place, but\nwe were not fit tenants for such a fine room, as our clothing was wet\nthrough and muddy. We found everything as the stranger who met us in\nthe street had told us. There was dry clothing for us to put on, and\na good bed to sleep in, and the landlord sent us up a warm supper. We\nthen looked at the money that the man gave us in the street and found\nit to be English money of the denominations ranging from a crown down\nto the smallest coin in silver, and what seemed strange to us was that\nboth of us had the same amount and pieces just alike; the man seemed\nto have a pocket nearly full of money, and it was dark when he gave\nit to us. After supper we went to bed and had a good night's rest\nand pleasant dreams. The next morning we got up and partook of the\nhospitalities of the house and asked the landlord our bill. He answered\nthat \"there was no charge,\" so we went on our way rejoicing.\n\nWe spent a few days in this city, and preached and sold our books and\nhad a good time with the people. I baptized one man and his family; the\nman had been a Methodist preacher, and I ordained him an Elder, and\nhe commenced preaching the doctrines of the Latter-day Saints. While\ntraveling in this city I called at a public house to distribute our\nbooks. I found two American men there, and when they heard me say I\nwas an American, they asked me if I was a \"Mormon\" preacher. I said,\n\"Yes, sir.\" \"Well,\" said one of them, \"you must have something to drink\nwith me as you are a fellow-countryman of mine.\" I told him that I did\nnot drink spirituous liquors of any kind, but he insisted that I must\ntake some wine with him. So he went into another room, as he said, to\nget some wine out of the cellar. I was showing my books to several in\nthe room when he returned with the glasses of wine and presented one\nof them to me and requested me to drink with him. I could see by the\nman's countenance that he had done something wrong, so I told him that\nI should not drink the wine in the glass that he offered me, but if he\nwould change glasses and give me the one that he was going to drink, I\nwould drink it if he would drink the one he offered me. He then flew\ninto a rage, for he knew that I had detected his design to try to\npoison me. I had overheard him say, while he was gone after the wine,\nthat \"the Mormon priests say that poison will not hurt them, but I will\nsoon show you that I will make one of them ache.\" He also said that\nhe was one of the party that shot Joseph Smith at Carthage jail. He\ntook one of my books and said that I should not have it again if I did\nnot drink the wine that he gave me. I stepped to the door and saw two\npolicemen passing and called to them. They came to my assistance, and\nI told them my story. They hunted for the man, to take him, but he was\nnot to be found. The next day my companion went to a farm house a few\nmiles from the city to distribute some tracts and books and found one\nof those Americans there. When he left the house this stranger followed\nhim with his Minnie rifle, and remarked that he had a killing contract\nto kill all of the \"Mormon\" Elders that he could find, and when he had\nsaid those words he drew his rifle to his face, and said \"here goes for\nthe first one!\" and fired, the bullet passing within a few inches of my\ncomrade's head. This vile murderer was so close to him that he did not\ntake close sight on his gun. When he found that he had not hit him, he\ncommenced loading his piece again, but by the time he had got his gun\nloaded my partner was nearly a quarter of a mile distant. The ruffian\ngave chase and when he came within about one hundred yards he took a\nrest on a stump and fired. But the bullet whistled near by and missed\nagain. The assassin then gave up the chase and went back.\n\n\n\nCHAPTER III.\n\nA CHAT WITH A CATHOLIC--CHASED BY DOGS--AN IRISHMAN'S\nDESIGN TO MURDER ME--REMARKABLE ESCAPE--ADVENTURE\nWITH A WILD BULL--\"HAS HE GOT YOU?\"--MY\nRELEASE FROM MY MISSION--INCIDENTS OF THE\nHOME JOURNEY--A PROPHECY AND ITS FULFILLMENT--A\nVISIT TO A SICK LADY--CONCLUSION.\n\nMy companion was called to Sidney on business, and I being left to\ntravel alone for a few weeks, started on a tour through the country\nto sell our books. While traveling I met with an adventure at a large\ntavern called the Half-way House, kept by a Roman Catholic. This house\nwas situated half way between Penrith and Bathurst cities. When I\ncalled at this house the landlord was away from home, but his wife was\nthere and I showed her my books, some of which she purchased; and as\ndinner was nearly ready I was invited to stay and get dinner. While\nI was having a good discussion on the scriptures, the master of the\nhouse came home, and brought with him a Catholic priest. The woman\nshowed the priest the books that she had bought, and he gave her a\nsevere reprimand for taking them, and then turned to me and said that\nI was an infernal heretic and ought to be burned at the stake and\nkilled. The master of the house partook of the same murderous spirit,\nand remarked that he would set his dogs on me and tear me to pieces;\nwhile he was whipping his wife, I stepped out and started. This was\nin a very heavy timbered country, and I did not follow the road, for\nI knew that he would follow me, and if he found me that he would do\nsomething desperate if he could. I had been traveling about half an\nhour when I heard the sound of the large hounds and bull dogs on my\ntrack. A thousand thoughts passed through my mind in a short time,\nand I imagined that perhaps I should never see my aged mother again;\nbut then the thought came to me that President Heber C. Kimball had\nprophesied on my head that I should live to fill my mission and return\nagain to the bosom of the Church. I then tried to climb up a tree, but\nthe bark was so smooth that I could not climb it, and by this time the\ndogs had come in sight and I could hear a man's voice urging them on.\nWhile in this situation I called on the Lord for help, and my prayer\nwas heard; for as the dogs came near me a large kangaroo crossed my\ntrack in full speed, and the dogs, seeing it, turned square about and\nwent after the animal and did not see me at all. I then turned and went\nto the road, but my troubles were not yet ended. The dogs had gone out\nof hearing, but the man had discovered that the dogs were after the\nanimal and tried to call them back, but could not; so he came into the\nroad to hunt for me. I heard a rough voice calling after me, and I\nlooked back in the road and saw an Irishman coming on a run carrying a\nlarge club in his hand. He swore bitterly, and said as he had caught\nme now he would use me up with that club. I could see that he was\npossessed of a spirit to kill, so I walked up to him and offered him\nmy hand, with the remark that I wanted to talk with him a short time\nbefore he carried his threat into execution. I said, \"Sir, I am an\nAmerican, and I have come here thousands of miles to do you and others\ngood,\" and then, to draw his attention, I told him that there were many\nIrish people in America and some of them were very wealthy, and they\nbuilt our railroads, and made the best soldiers, and more than that,\nwhen the famine was raging in Ireland the Americans sent several ship\nloads of flour and bread stuff to them, and did not charge them one\ncent for them. By this time he dropped his club and we walked along\ntogether until we came on the hill within sight of the city Paramatta.\nHe stopped and we talked a short time, and he confessed to me that he\nintended when he came up to me, to have killed me with the club, but he\nwas glad now that he did not strike me with it. He shook hands with me\nand started back home. Little did he think that it was an overruling\nProvidence that stayed his hand that he was not permitted to strike\nwith the club. Here I joined my companion again and we started on a\ntour through the country.\n\nThe island of Australia abounds in many parts with wild cattle. As we\nwere traveling one day through the woods on an old road not much used,\nall at once we heard a thundering sound behind us, and my partner who\nwas about one rod behind me cried, \"Look out for wild cattle!\" There\nwas some fallen timber near by, and I ran, got up on a tree top and\nthen looked back to see where my companion was. I saw that he was in\ndanger and I ran to his assistance, but before I could reach him a\nwild bull had caught him and thrown him on his horns; but he had no\nsooner struck the ground than he sprang to his feet again. The bull\ncame the second time and my companion caught him by the horns, and was\nthrown again, this time alighting in a tree top, where the animal did\nnot attempt to follow him, but turned around at me as I was belaboring\nhim with a club. When I saw that he had turned on me, I felt my first\nfear of being hurt. There was a tree about three rods distant from\nme, I thought if I could get to it I could save myself by dodging the\nbull, so I started to run to the tree, the bull close after me with his\nhead down, ready to hook on the first touch of his horns. Quite faint\nI succeeded in reaching the tree and whirled myself around it. The\nbull threw up his head and snorted and passed on. About this time my\ncompanion rose up out of the tree-top, where the bull had thrown him,\nand called to me, \"Has he got you?\" I answered, \"No, sir, it takes a\nsmarter bull than that to catch me on a fair race.\" I then went to see\nif my partner was hurt, and found that all the bruise or hurt that he\nhad received was in the palms of his hands, caused by taking hold of\nthe bull's horns to save himself.\n\nOn the 15th day of July, 1858, we received a letter from President\nBrigham Young, stating that we were all of us released from our mission\nand called home to help protect the homes of the Saints. We therefore\nsettled our business in Sidney, made a short visit to the country\nbranches of the Church, appointed local Elders as presidents over them,\nbade them all farewell and returned again to Sidney. In a few days\nwe all went on board a fine ship. The names of the American Elders\nbesides myself that were returning were, A. J. Stewart, G. S. Clark,\nS. R. Chappin and J. H. Said. The night before the ship was to start\nnearly all the sailors took a boat and deserted, leaving the captain\nwith only four seamen on board. When morning came the captain went on\nshore and succeeded in capturing and bringing back in irons three of\nthe runaways. He then went among the passengers to see if he could hire\nhands to man the ship. I agreed to work for him as steward and had the\ndirection of all the store of provision on board. This proved to be a\ngreat blessing to the Saints who were with us, as many of them were\nsick on the trip and I could administer to their wants.\n\nPrevious to starting the captain loaded the ship with eleven hundred\ntons of New Castle coal, and this great weight caused the ship to draw\ntwenty-four feet of water. As our captain was not much acquainted with\nthe South Pacific seas, he concluded to sail south of the Society\nIslands.\n\nThe first ten days of our voyage passed in peace and safety. Nothing\nhappened to us or our good ship only that some of us were very\nsea-sick, but that soon left us. We had now traveled fifteen hundred\nmiles and were passing the coast of New Zealand when a terrific storm\ncame upon us from the north. During the whole night we drifted towards\nthe land and next morning we could plainly see it. The wind was blowing\na gale and the captain ordered the ship to be tacked many times, but\nit seemed that every tack brought us nearer the shore. The water could\nbe seen flying upon the rocks a distance of many feet. The anchor was\nlowered, but it was useless as the ground could not be reached. The\nnext order was to throw overboard the loading. All hands therefore went\nto work and we had soon emptied a hundred tons of our cargo into the\nsea. This made the ship ride the waves more safely.\n\nAbout this time the first mate asked us if we would not pray to God\nthat the winds might be stayed or changed to another course. We told\nhim that we had done our praying before starting from shore and now\nin times of peril we should watch and work. We did, however, ask our\nFather in heaven to change the winds and they immediately changed from\nthe north to the south and just in time to save our good ship from\nstriking that terrible rock called the King's Head, which towers four\nthousand feet above the sea. By evening we were out of sight of land\nand sailing along nicely towards our destination.\n\nI shall never forget the day when we struck the trade-winds. On that\nday the captain ordered me to get all on board a fresh chicken dinner,\nthe first cabin at eleven, the second at twelve and the steerage at one\no'clock. I worked accordingly and while carrying a large china platter\nfull of fresh chickens on my head the man at the wheel let the ship\nswing into the track of the waves and a large wave struck the ship on\nthe broad side, broke in about eight feet of the bulwarks and covered\nthe deck with about two feet of water. I was thrown to the deck;\nplatter was smashed and the chickens were taken into the sea; but worse\nthan all, I was dashed from side to side and almost drowned; I came\nnear being washed overboard into the sea, the galley was filled with\nwater and the fire was extinguished, so we did not get any fresh dinner\nthat day.\n\nAfter arriving in San Francisco, the captain went on shore and was\noffered an advanced price for his load; he asked our counsel and we\ntold him to retain his load for one week; he did so and then sold for\nsix thousand dollars more than he had been previously offered. He made\nus a nice present in cash which helped us on our way home.\n\nBrother Chappin was impressed to tell the captain that his ship never\nwould cross the ocean again, but would sink to the bottom of the sea\nand that he should barely escape with his life. One month later the\ncaptain freighted his ship with a valuable cargo bound for Melbourne,\nAustralia, but in passing out of the heads at San Francisco without\na tug-boat his ship was driven on the sands and in three hours after\nwas a total wreck. Had it not been that a steamer was passing out of\nthe bay at the time and went to the rescue all on board would have\nbeen lost, but as it was they were saved. The captain was the owner of\nthe ship and as it was not insured he lost all his fortune in a few\ndreadful hours; he returned home to Boston, Mass., a poor man. Thus the\nprophecy of one of the servants of God to him was fulfilled.\n\nFive of us Elders went to Sacramento and then went to other places to\nget employment in order to procure means for our journey home. I worked\na short time at cutting wood, and while at that business I had the\nfollowing dream: A messenger came to me and said, \"You may cease this\nlabor and work in the ministry. You are wanted at one Mr. Green's now.\"\nI had been to that man's place and had preached to him and his family.\nThe daughter believed and wanted to be baptized, but could not be at\nthat time.\n\nThe next morning while I was settling with the man for whom I had\nworked, a messenger came on horse-back with the news that this young\nMiss Green was not expected to live an hour. She had a putrid sore\nthroat and had been asking for me all night. I had a few miles to go\nbefore reaching the house and on my way I purchased a bottle of sweet\noil and went on a hill in the woods and there consecrated it for the\nanointing of the sick. About eleven o'clock I arrived at the house and\nfound it full of strangers, most of whom were Irish Catholics. When it\nwas announced that I had come the young lady aroused from her stupor\nwhich all pronounced as death. She reached out her hand to me and in\na whisper said, \"Thank God I have seen you before I die.\" She tried\nto speak further, but could not. I then told all in the house to sit\ndown. They did so, and I then knelt by the side of the bed and asked\nthe Lord to spare her a short time. I then anointed her with oil to her\nburial. At this she sat up in bed and said, \"Give me some water.\" After\ndrinking a little water she conversed on the gospel for half an hour,\nto the amazement of all in the house. She said she had hoped to live\nto gather with the Saints, but now she was going home to her God. I\nhad taught these people the principle of baptism for the dead, and her\nlast words were, \"Remember me in the day that you are baptized for the\ndead;\" thus saying she sank down again and her noble spirit fled to the\nparadise of God.\n\nThe next day I filled my valise with books and started for the mines,\nstopping frequently by the way to talk to the people. I experienced\nmuch opposition from the people and was about to return without doing\nmuch good when I was impressed to go in another direction. I came to a\nsmall settlement where I traveled a few days and sold some books. One\nfamily by the name of Millgate made me welcome at their house. I stayed\nthere one week and the last night I stayed with them I took the family\nat midnight and baptized them in a reservoir near at hand. The time\nhad now arrived for us to start home, and having purchased a spring\nwagon and a pair of horses three of us started for home. Three and a\nhalf years had now past since I received my blessing under the hands of\nPresident H. C. Kimball and all that had been predicted was fulfilled\nwhen I arrived home in safety.\n\n\n\nRESULTS OF DISOBEDIENCE.\n\nBY T. E. DANIELS.\n\nHOW OUR MISSIONARIES ARE SUSPECTED--CHILDREN LOST--SUPPOSED\nCASE OF KIDNAPPING--MYSELF AND COMPANION\nARE ACCUSED--THE DEAD BODIES ARE FOUND--DISOBEDIENCE\nBRINGS ITS OWN REWARD.\n\nIn the winter of 1869-70, while I was on a mission to the Eastern\nStates, the incidents which I am about to relate occurred. They will\nserve to show the strong prejudice and superstitious dread with which\nmany people regard the Latter-day Saints, or, as they are commonly\ncalled, \"Mormons.\"\n\nIn company with Brother Fairbanks, with whom I was traveling, I visited\nsome of his relatives and stayed a while in the State of New Jersey.\nFrom here we took a trip into the northern part of New York State,\nwhere we remained some time, and then returned to New Jersey. During\nour absence the following incident occurred:\n\nNear what is called Pompton Plains, New Jersey, a family, consisting\nof parents and three children, lived near the edge of a patch of\ntimber land. One evening in the latter part of December, the two elder\nchildren, aged respectively nine and five years, went to a hickory\ntree about half a mile from the house to gather nuts, contrary to the\nbidding of their mother, who had charged them strictly not to go.\nBefore the mother had time to go after them, night came on, and, to\nmake matters worse, it commenced raining. She called loudly for them,\nbut no answer was received from the little truants. The night grew\npitchy dark and the mother's anxiety increased. What was she to do?\nHer husband not yet returned from his work, no houses near or help at\nhand and she alone with her young babe, not daring to leave it to go\nand search the missing ones. As she waited and looked in vain for their\nreturn her anxiety became almost unbearable and she started out with\nher child in her arms, but the rain drove her back. Soon afterwards\nher husband returned, and the hurried story of his children's absence\nneeded no repeating to rouse him to action. He started immediately\nin search of them. He went to the hickory tree, but no children were\nthere. He called aloud, but was answered only by the wind whistling\nthrough the trees. After satisfying himself that they were not in that\nvicinity he returned home, fondly hoping that the little ones had, by\nthis time, reached there. But in this he was disappointed. The wind had\nnow set in pretty strongly and the air was keen with frost.\n\nWhat to do now was the question, for it was certain the children were\nlost, and, being thinly clad, if they were not soon found they must\ncertainly perish. The father ran to the nearest neighbors, a distance\nof half a mile, and gave the alarm. As soon as possible a company of\nfifteen or twenty men and boys were collected to assist in the search.\nBut, by this time, it was nearly midnight, and no tidings had been\nheard of the little wanderers.\n\nTheir arrangements for searching were hurriedly made. They divided into\nsquads and went in different directions, calling loudly as they went\nand searching every place where they could imagine the children would\nhave strayed, and thus the search was continued all night till the men\nwere almost tired out and frozen. Morning dawned upon that desolate\ncottage--a cold and cheerless morning to its inmates, for no relief\nhad yet come to the anxious parents. Another call was made upon the\npeople to continue looking for them, and they turned out and scoured\nthe country, but in vain, for not a sign of the missing children could\nbe found. Thus the second night passed. As the news of the loss spread\nthrough the district additional interest and anxiety were awakened,\nand the sympathetic neighbors turned out in force to aid the bereaved\nparents in seeking the lost ones. As the time passed the hope of\nfinding them alive died out, but the efforts did not cease. About four\nmiles from the house there were large iron works that employed about\nthree hundred men, and on the third day these workmen turned out\n_en masse_ and increased, by their number, the force\nengaged in the search. They organized and examined, as they\nthought, every foot of land in the vicinity, but with the same\ndiscouraging result.\n\nA number of Spiritualists resided in the neighborhood, also some\n\"fortune-tellers;\" and they were applied to to divine, if possible,\nwhere the children were. They pretended to do so, but their stories\nconflicted fearfully and all conjectures failed. It was finally\nsuggested that they had been kidnapped. A couple of \"Mormon\" Elders, it\nwas said, had been in that vicinity and they were suspected of having\nspirited them away and sent them to Salt Lake. This was only one among\na great many reports circulated against the Latter-day Saints, all of\nwhich gained ready credence. A reward of three hundred dollars was\noffered for the recovery of the children; and a great many, stimulated\nby a desire to gain the reward, spent days in searching them.\n\nThus matters went on for about three weeks, towards the last the search\nbeing prosecuted at intervals only; when one Sunday two or three\nneighbors decided upon going over the ground once more, with a faint\nhope of finding them. About three quarters of a mile from the house\nthey noticed a number of crows flying around in the air and hopping\nupon the tree tops, a short distance from them. Though they paid little\nattention to the crows at first, when they approached nearer to them\nthey noticed, by the peculiar actions of the birds, that there was some\nunusual attraction for them in the vicinity. Near by was a high ledge\nof rocks, under which they saw some of the crows fly. They made their\nway under this ledge to where the crows seemed to be busy, when, to\ntheir horror, they discovered the remains of the missing little ones,\nbut so disfigured as hardly to be recognizable. They had wandered\nthere to find shelter, and there perished. The elder of the two had\nmanifested a noble disposition in the hour of their extremity, for it\nappeared that he had taken off his little coat and tenderly covered\nit over his little sister to protect her from the cold. Much of their\nflesh had been eaten off by the crows when found, but their remains\nwere carefully taken to their sorrowful, heart-broken parents.\n\nThe next day there was a funeral at the Methodist church, near by,\nattended by the old and young of the entire neighborhood, assembled to\nsee conveyed to their last resting-place the bodies of the children\nwhose loss they all felt so keenly. No language can describe the\nfeelings of those bereaved parents. Their sorrow was too deep for words\nto express.\n\nWe visited the place a short time afterwards, saw the cliff under which\nthe children died, and learned how the final recovery of their bodies\nhad relieved us of the imputation of having kidnapped them.\n\nThere is a lesson which every child may learn from this sad narrative:\nthe necessity of obedience to parents. In obedience only is their\nsafety. Though those grief-stricken parents forgave, in their hearts,\nthe little act of disobedience which robbed them of their loved ones,\nit was none the less true that had they been obedient, as they ought,\nto their mother, they would not thus have met their fate.","title":"Labors in the Vineyard: Twelfth Book of the Faith-Promoting Series. Designed for the Instruction and Encouragement of Young Latter-Day Saints.","tradition":"scripture-revelation","translated_text":null,"word_count":33893}