CHAPTER 10.

CALLED TO THE APOSTLESHIP, 1838.

Again on the Fox Islands.--Opposition Increases.--Manifestation of the

Gifts of the Holy Ghost.--Sign of the Prophet Jonas. Wilford Visits A.

P. Rockwood in Prison.--Baptizes His Father and Other Relatives.--Birth

of His First Child.--Called To Be One of the Twelve Apostles, and To

Take a Foreign Mission.--Assists Fox Islands Saints in Migrating to the

West.--Mrs. Woodruff Miraculously Healed.--They Reach Quincy, Illinois.

The second arrival of Wilford Woodruff at the Fox Islands was under

circumstances very different from those of the first landing. On the

earlier visit he was an entire stranger, and knew not how he could

obtain a meal or a night's comfortable rest; the people also were

strangers to the gospel message which he had come to deliver. On the

second visit, however, he knew he would be received with a cordial

welcome; and he met many Saints who had accepted the gospel through

his ministrations, and who hailed him, and his companion also, with

glad hearts. On Sunday, November 5, he met with a large assembly of

Saints and friends, and again engaged in baptizing those who received

his testimony. A few days later he went with Captain Coombs to another

island called the Isle of Holt, where he preached to an attentive

audience at an evening meeting, and spent the night with John Turner,

Esq., who purchased a copy of the Book of Mormon.

"On the following day," writes Wilford, "we returned to Fox Islands,

and as St. Paul once had to row hard to make land in a storm, we had to

row hard to make it in a calm. After preaching on North Island again,

and baptizing two persons at the close of the meeting, I went again

to the mainland, in company with Mrs. Woodruff and others, and there

spent fifteen days, during which time I visited among the people, held

twelve meetings, and baptized several persons. On the 13th of December

I returned to North Island, where I held several meetings, then crossed

over to South Island.

"On the 20th of December I spent an hour with Mr. Isaac Crockett,

in clearing away large blocks of ice from the water in {83} a cove,

in order to baptize him, which I did when the tide came in. I also

baptized two more in the same place, on the 26th, and still two others

on the 27th. On the 28th I held a meeting at a schoolhouse, when

William Douglass, the Methodist minister, came and wanted me to work

a miracle, that he might believe. At the same time he railed against

me. I told him what class of men asked for signs, and that he was a

wicked and adulterous man. I predicted that the curse of God would rest

upon him, and that his wickedness would be made manifest in the eyes

of the people. (While visiting the islands several years afterward, I

learned that the prediction had been fulfilled in his imprisonment for

a fourteen years' term, for a beastly crime.)

"On the last day of the year 1837, Mrs. Woodruff crossed the

thoroughfare in a boat and walked ten miles, the length of the island,

to meet me. I held a meeting the same day in the schoolhouse, and at

the close of the services baptized two persons in the sea, at full

tide, before a large assembly.

"January 1st, 1838, found me upon one of the islands of the sea, a

minister of the gospel of life and salvation unto the people, laboring

alone, yet blessed with the society of Mrs. Woodruff as my companion. I

had been declaring the word of the Lord through the islands many days,

the spirit of God was working among the people, prejudice was giving

way, and the power of God was manifest by signs following those who

believed. I spent this New Year's day visiting the Saints and their

neighbors, and met a congregation at the home of Captain Charles Brown,

where I spoke to them for a while, and at the close of my remarks led

three persons down into the sea and baptized them. Two of these were

sea-captains; namely, Charles Brown and Jesse Coombs, and the third was

the wife of Captain Coombs. After confirming them, we spent the evening

in preaching, singing, and praying.

"I held meetings almost daily with the Saints up to the 13th, when

I crossed to North Island. There I found that the seed I had sown

was bringing forth fruit. Six persons were ready for baptism. But my

mission to these islands was not an exception to the general rule;

success did not come without many obstacles presenting themselves.

Those who rejected the word were frequently inspired by the evil one

to make an attempt at persecution. Some {84} of those who felt to

oppose me went down to the harbor and got a swivel and small arms,

planted them close by the schoolhouse, near the sea shore, and while I

was speaking they commenced firing their cannon and guns. I continued

speaking in great plainness, but my voice was mingled with the report

of musketry. I told the people my garments were clear of the blood of

the inhabitants of that island, and asked if any wished to embrace

the gospel. Two persons came forward and wished to be baptized, and I

baptized them.

"On the following day when I went down to the seaside to baptize a

man, the rabble commenced firing guns again, as on the previous night.

I afterwards learned that notices were posted up, warning me to leave

town, but I thought it was better to obey God than man, and, therefore,

did not go. The next day I baptized three persons, and two days

subsequently a couple of others.

"I had ample evidence of the fact that lying spirits had gone out into

the world, for three persons whom I had baptized had been visited by

Mr. Douglass, who told them that I denied the Bible and could not be

depended upon; and they yielded to his insinuations until the devil

took possession of them. They were in a disaffected condition, and

sent for me. When I met them they were in great affliction, but when

I instructed them in the principles of the gospel and administered to

them, they were delivered from the evil influence and rejoiced.

"On the 15th of February I again crossed to North Island; and after

remaining there seven days visiting, we returned to Camden, where I met

Brother James Townsend, who had just arrived from Scarboro. I ordained

Brother Townsend to the office of elder. We then concluded to take a

journey to Bangor and offer the gospel to the inhabitants of that city.

"We traveled on foot, in the dead of winter when the snow was very

deep, and the first day broke the road for seven miles to Scarsmont.

The day following being Sunday, we held two meetings, preached the

Gospel to the people, and were kindly entertained. On the evening of

the next day we wallowed through snowdrifts for a mile, to meet an

appointment to preach in a schoolhouse, and on the way I got one of

my ears frozen. Notwithstanding the severity of the weather, we had

a large and {85} attentive audience. We also spent the next two days

there, and held meetings.

"On the evening of the 21st of February, as we came out of the

schoolhouse, a light appeared on the northeastern horizon and spread

to the west, and soon rolled over our heads. It had the appearance of

fire, blood, and smoke, and at times resembled contending armies. The

heavens were illuminated for a period of half an hour. It seemed at

times as though the veil were about to rend in twain, and the elements

were contending with each other. We looked upon it as one of the signs

in the heavens predicted by the prophets of old to appear in the last

days. We were wading through deep snowdrifts most of the time while

witnessing this remarkable scene.

"The following day we walked fifteen miles through deep snow to

Belfast, and, after being refused lodging for the night by eight

families, were kindly entertained by a Mr. Thomas Teppley. There was an

interesting incident connected with our stay at his house. After eating

our supper (it being late in the evening), a stand was placed before

me by Mr. Teppley, with a Bible upon it, and he asked me to read a

chapter and have prayers with them, he being a religious man. I opened

the Bible mechanically, and the twenty-fifth chapter of Matthew being

the first to catch my eye, I read it; as I closed the book Mr. Teppley

turned to his wife and said, 'Is not this a strange thing?' Then he

explained to us that he had just read that chapter and closed the book

when we rapped at the door, and he felt impressed to say, 'Walk in,

gentlemen.' There is probably no other chapter in the whole book that

would have the same influence in causing any one to feed a person who

professed to be a servant of God and asked for bread.

"After becoming acquainted with Mr. Teppley's circumstances I thought

it providential that we were led to his house, for although he was a

professor of religion and a Methodist, he was in a state of despair,

believing that he had committed the unpardonable sin. However, I told

him what the unpardonable sin was, and that he had not committed it,

but that it was a trick of the devil to make him think so, in order to

torment him. He then acknowledged that a few evenings before he went

down to the wharf with the intention of drowning himself, but when he

looked {86} into the cold, dark water, he desisted and returned home,

and said nothing about it to anyone previous to telling me. I taught

him the principles of the gospel, which proved a comfort to him.

"We spent the next day in visiting the people of Belfast, and in the

evening preached in a brick schoolhouse, provided by Mr. Teppley. Many

wished to hear more from us. We next visited Northport and Frankfort,

holding meetings at both places. On the 1st of March, 1838, we entered

Bangor, which at that time had a population of ten thousand. This was

my birthday, I being thirty-one years of age. I visited some of the

leading men of Bangor. They granted me the use of the city hall, where

I preached to good audiences for two successive evenings. This was the

first time a Latter-day Saint elder had preached in that town. Many

were anxious to learn more about our principles, but our visits through

all the towns from Thomaston to Bangor were necessarily brief, owing to

our appointments upon the islands. It was like casting bread upon the

waters and trusting in God for the result.

"On the 5th of March we sailed from Penobscot for the Isle of Holt,

where I held a meeting the following evening. The next day I took

passage on the mail boat for North Fox Island, where I again had the

privilege of meeting with the Saints for prayer and praise before the

Lord. On my arrival I received a package of letters from friends. One

was from Kirtland, and gave an account of the apostasy and tribulations

which the Saints were passing through. Joseph, the Prophet, and others,

with their families, had gone to Far West, Missouri, and the Saints

were following him. At North Island, Brother Townsend left me and

returned home, and I was again alone in the ministry.

"On the afternoon of the 22nd of March, Brother Sterrett and I,

accompanied by our wives, went several hundred yards from the shore to

a sandbar (it being then low tide), to dig clams. The ground near the

shore was much lower than the bar, and while we were busy digging clams

and talking Mormonism the dashing of the waves of the incoming tide

against the shore suddenly made us conscious that we had fifty yards of

water between that desirable place and ourselves. The surf waves added

to our difficulty, and, as we had no boat, our only choice was to {87}

cross our four arms, thus forming a kind of armchair for our wives to

sit upon, and carry them in turn to the shore, wading through two and

a half feet of water. By the time we had our wives and clams safely

landed, there was impressed firmly upon our minds the truth of the old

saying, that 'time and tide wait for no man,' not even for a preacher

of the gospel.

"On the 28th of March I received a letter from Zion, requesting me to

counsel the Saints I had baptized to sell their property and gather to

Zion. About this time the Lord was manifesting Himself in various ways

upon the islands, by dreams, visions, healings, signs, and wonders. I

will relate one peculiar circumstance of this kind that occurred. Mr.

Ebenezer Carver had been investigating our doctrines for quite a length

of time, and having a great desire to know the truth of our religion,

walked to the sea shore, wishing he might have some manifestation in

proof of its truth. There came to his mind the passage of Scripture

which says there will be no sign given 'but the sign of the Prophet

Jonas.' While this thought was in his mind a large fish arose to the

top of the water, out at sea some distance, and suddenly sank out

of sight. He greatly desired to see it again, and it soon arose the

second time, accompanied by another fish of about the same size, and

one of them swam on the water in a straight line towards Mr. Carver,

as he stood upon the shore. It came as near as the water would permit,

stopped and gazed at him with a penetrating eye, as if it had a message

for him, then returned to its mate in the ocean, and swam out of sight.

Mr. Carver retraced his steps homeward, meditating upon the scene and

the wonderful condescension of the Lord. It is proper to say that this

occurred at a season of the year when fish of that size are never known

upon those shores or seas, and they are never, at any season, known to

come so far inshore as in the case mentioned. Mr. Carver was convinced

that it was intended by the Lord as a sign to him.

"Two days after this event I visited Mr. Carver at his house, where his

wife was confined to bed with a fever, and was requested to administer

to her. I placed my hands upon her head, the power of God rested upon

me, and in the name of Jesus Christ I commanded her to arise and walk.

She arose and was healed from that instant; she walked down to the sea,

and I baptized her in {88} the same place where the fish visited her

husband. I also confirmed her there, and she was filled with the Holy

Ghost and returned to her home rejoicing.

"I called the people together and exhorted them to sell their property

and prepare to accompany me to the land of Zion. I had labored hard for

many days for the temporal and spiritual welfare of the inhabitants of

those islands, and the Lord had blessed my labors and given me many

souls as seals of my ministry, for which I felt to praise Him; and now

I felt to labor quite as zealously to gather out those who had embraced

the gospel, and lead them to Zion."

Among the sad experiences of Wilford Woodruff during his mission to the

Fox Islands was the fact that his former missionary comrade, Warren

Parrish, with others in Kirtland, had apostatized and left the Church.

Wilford had been especially attached to Warren Parrish, because of

their former missionary companionship. Elders who travel in the mission

field realize how great is the love of missionaries for each other

when they enjoy the spirit of their calling. He was pained severely to

learn that Warren Parrish had made shipwreck of his faith and taken the

downward road. The cause thereof he explained as follows: "It might be

stated here that Warren Parrish fell through disappointed ambition. He

aspired to the Quorum of the Twelve, or to be a leading spirit of the

Church. He was what is termed a smart man, and through his smartness,

which was distorted by ambition, envy, and bitterness, he turned

against Joseph and the Church, having fallen into darkness and given

himself up to the power of Satan." The failure of Warren Parrish was

but one instance out of many. Joseph, the Prophet, warned the elders

against being thus envious and striving to excel each other through

envy, instead of being excellent in doing good. At this period the

Prophet and Saints were moving to Missouri. Apostasy and rebellion were

rampant at Kirtland; but Wilford Woodruff was undaunted, and continued

his labors and baptized a considerable number who listened to his

message. A scurrilous letter sent by Warren Parrish to the postmaster

at Vinal Haven aroused a strong opposition, but did not hinder the work

of the Lord there.

{89} On the 11th of April, Elders Milton Holmes, James Townsend, and

Abner Rogers, who had come to the islands to attend the conference,

again met with Elder Woodruff, and on April 13th conference was held on

North Fox Island, with a goodly representation of the various branches

of the Church on the islands. "On the 17th of April," writes Wilford,

"Mrs. Woodruff left the islands, returning to her father's home in

Scarboro, Maine, and a few days afterwards I called the Saints of

North Island together and gave them some instructions. I also informed

them that the spirit of God bore record to me that it was our duty to

leave the islands for a season, and take a mission westward. They had

been faithfully warned, and the Saints were established in the truth,

while the wicked were contending against us and some were disposed to

take our lives if they had the power. On the 28th of April we left

the island in an open sailboat, made our way to Owl's Head, and from

there walked twenty miles. The following day we walked forty miles and

suffered some from weary limbs and blistered feet, but we felt it was

for the gospel's sake, and did not wish to complain. The next day a

walk of thirty miles brought us to Scarboro, where we spent the night

at Father Carter's. On the 8th of May I parted with Mrs. Woodruff and

Father Carter and family, and in company with Milton Holmes walked

thirty-three miles towards Portsmouth, which city we reached the

following day, spending several hours there, visiting the navy yard.

We then walked to Georgetown, formerly New Rowley, and spent the night

with Father Nathaniel Holmes.

"On the 11th of May I visited Charleston and the Bunker Hill Monument,

and spent several hours in the city of Boston, which then contained a

population of one hundred thousand. I ascended to the cupola of the

courthouse, from which I had a fine view of the city; then I visited

several of the Saints, and walked over the long bridge to Cambridge

and Cambridgeport. I visited the jail there to have an interview with

Brother A. P. Rockwood, who had been cast into prison on a charge of

debt, to trouble and distress him because he was a Mormon. This was

the first time he and I had met. The jailer permitted me to enter the

room where he was. It was the first time in my life that I had entered

a prison; the jailer turned the key upon us, and locked us both in.

{90} I found Brother Rockwood strong in the faith of the gospel. He had

the Bible, Book of Mormon, Voice of Warning, and Evening and Morning

Star as companions, and read them daily. We conversed together for

three hours in his solitary abode. He informed me of many things which

had occurred at the jail while he was confined there as a prisoner.

Among other things he related that the jail had taken fire a few days

previous to my visit. He said it looked a little like a dark hour; the

fire was roaring over his head, while uproar and confusion were upon

every hand; fire-engines were playing rapidly around the building; the

water was pouring into every room; the people were hallooing in the

streets; prisoners were begging for mercy's sake to be let out, or

they would be consumed in the fire; one was struggling in the agonies

of death; while others were cursing and swearing. Brother Rockwood

said he felt composed in the midst of it all. The fire was finally

extinguished. At 8 o'clock the jailer unlocked the prison door and let

me out, and I gave the parting hand to the prisoner. We had spent a

pleasant time together, and he rejoiced at my visit; and who would not,

to meet with a friend in a lonely prison? I left him in good spirits,

and wended my way back to Boston.

"After spending several days in Boston, holding meetings with the

Saints, I walked to Providence, Rhode Island, preaching by the way.

There I took steamer, and arrived in New York on the 18th of May,

where I met Elder Orson Pratt, his family, Elijah Fordham and nearly

one hundred Saints who had been baptized in the city of New York.

I remained in New York three days, visiting the Saints and holding

meetings; several new converts were baptized while I was there. Leaving

New York, I traveled through New Jersey and returned to Farmington,

Connecticut, to the residence of my father, where I arrived on the 12th

of June. It was with peculiar sensations that I walked over my native

land where I had spent my youth, and cast my eyes over the Farmington

meadows and the hills and dales where I had roamed in my boyhood with

my father, stepmother, brothers, and sister.

"On my arrival at my father's home, I had the happy privilege of again

taking my parents and sister by the hand. I also {91} met my uncle,

Ozem Woodruff, who was among the number I had baptized the year before.

After spending an hour in conversation, we sat down around father's

table, supped together, and were refreshed. Then we bowed upon our

knees in the family circle, and offered up the gratitude of our hearts

to God for preserving our lives and reuniting us. I spent the next

eighteen days in Farmington and Avon, visiting my father's household,

my uncles, aunts, cousins, neighbors, and friends, preaching to them

the gospel of Jesus Christ, and striving to bring them into the Kingdom

of God.

"On the 1st of July, 1838, there occurred one of the most interesting

events of my whole life in the ministry. When Father Joseph Smith gave

me my patriarchal blessing, among the many wonderful things he promised

me was that I should bring my father's household into the Kingdom

of God; and I felt that if I ever obtained that blessing, the time

therefor had come. By the help of God I preached the gospel faithfully

to my father's household and to all who were with him, as well as to

my other relatives, and I appointed a meeting at my father's home on

Sunday, the 1st of July. My father was believing my testimony, as were

all in his household; but upon this occasion it appeared as if the

devil were determined to hinder the fulfillment of the promise of the

patriarch to me. It seemed as if Lucifer, the son of the morning, had

gathered together the hosts of hell, and was exerting his powers upon

us all. Distress overwhelmed the whole household, and all were tempted

to reject the work; and it seemed as if the same power would devour

me. I had to take to my bed for an hour before the time of meeting.

There I prayed to the Lord with my whole soul for deliverance; for

I knew then that the power of the devil was exercised to hinder me

from accomplishing what God had promised I should do. The Lord heard

my prayer and answered my petition. When the hour of meeting came, I

arose from my bed and could sing and shout for joy to think I had been

delievered from the power of the evil one. Filled with the power of

God, I stood in the midst of the congregation and preached unto the

people in great plainness the gospel of Jesus Christ.

"At the close of the meeting we assembled on the banks of the {92}

Farmington River, 'because there was much water there,' and I led six

of my friends into the river and baptized them for the remission of

their sins. All of my father's household were included in this number,

as the patriarch had promised, and all were relatives except Dwight

Webster, who was a Methodist class-leader, and was boarding with my

father's family. I organized the small number of nine persons, eight

of whom were my relatives, into a branch of the Church, ordained

Dwight Webster to the office of priest, and administered unto them

the Sacrament. It was truly a day of joy to my soul. I had baptized

my father, stepmother, and sister, and I afterwards added a number of

other relatives. I felt that the work of this day alone amply repaid me

for all my labors in the ministry.

"While upon Fox Islands I was impressed to visit my father's home.

Now that the purpose of the mission had been accomplished I felt it

my duty to return to the Islands. Monday, July 2, 1838, was the last

day and night I spent at my father's home while upon this mission. At

the setting of the sun I took with my sister the last walk I ever had

with her in my native state. We walked by the canal, viewed the river

and the fields, and conversed about the future. After evening prayer

with the family, my father retired to rest, and I visited awhile with

my stepmother, who had reared me from infancy. In conversation we felt

sensibly the weight of the power of temptation out of which the Lord

had delivered us. I also spent a short time with my sister Eunice,

the only sister I ever was blessed with in my father's family. I had

baptized her into the Church and Kingdom of God, and we mingled our

sympathies, prayers, and tears together before the throne of grace.

"How truly the bonds of consanguinity and the blood of Christ unite the

hearts of the Saints of God! 'How blessings brighten as they take their

flight!' This being the last night I was to spend beneath my father's

roof while upon this mission, I felt its importance, and my prayer was,

'O Lord, protect my father's house, and bring them to Zion!' My prayer

was granted.

"On the morning of July 3rd, I took leave of my relatives and my native

state, and started on my return to Maine. I arrived in {93} Scarboro

on the 16th, and on the 14th my first child, a daughter, was born, at

Father Carter's house. We named her Sarah Emma. On the 30th of July I

left my wife and child at Father Carter's, and started for Fox Islands.

"While holding meeting with the Saints at North Vinal Haven, on the 9th

of August, I received a letter from Elder Thomas B. Marsh, who was then

President of the Twelve Apostles, informing me that the Prophet Joseph

Smith had received a revelation from the Lord, naming as persons to be

chosen to fill the places of those of the Twelve who had fallen. Those

named were John E. Page, John Taylor, Wilford Woodruff and Willard

Richards. In his letter President Marsh added: 'Know then, Brother

Woodruff, by this, that you are appointed to fill the place of one of

the Twelve Apostles, and that it is agreeable to the word of the Lord,

given very lately, that you should come speedily to Far West, and, on

the 26th of April next, take your leave of the Saints here and depart

for others climes, across the mighty deep.' The substance of this

letter had been revealed to me several weeks before, but I had not

named it to any person."

It was on the 8th of July, just one week after Wilford's memorable

experience at his father's home, that this humble, faithful, diligent

elder was called by the voice of God, through His prophet, to be one of

the Twelve Apostles of the Lamb in this dispensation; and Wilford being

at the time many hundreds of miles distant from the Prophet, the Lord

then revealed to him the fact of that calling. Wilford had been true to

the Lord as a teacher, priest, elder, and seventy in His Church, and

thus was worthy of the higher call that had come, and to be trusted

with its increased responsibility. He was prepared by the revelations

of heaven to his own soul to be an apostle of the Lord Jesus Christ;

and his ordination and leave-taking of the Saints at the designated

place, on the 26th of the succeeding April, under the circumstances

then existing, were a manifestation of the miraculous power of God in

witness of the prophetic office and gift that had been conferred from

heaven upon Joseph Smith, the great Prophet of this dispensation.

"The time having come for me to prepare to leave Fox Islands," wrote

Wilford, "I had a desire to take with me all the {94} Saints I could

get to go to Zion. Already there had been a line drawn between the

Saints and those on the islands who had rejected the Gospel, and

enemies were very bitter against me and against the work of God I had

labored to establish. They threatened my life, but the Saints were

willing to stand by me. I spent four days with the Saints, visiting

them, holding meetings, and encouraging them, while the devil was

raging upon every hand. I baptized into the Church and organized,

while upon the islands, nearly one hundred persons; and there seemed a

prospect of gathering with me about half of them, but the devil raged

to such an extent that some of them were terrified.

"The inhabitants of the islands had but little acquaintance with the

management of horses or wagons; in fact, most of them knew more about

handling a shark than a horse. However, in company with Nathaniel

Thomas, who had sold his property and had money, I went to the

mainland and purchased ten new wagons, ten sets of harness, and twenty

horses. When I had everything prepared for the company to start, I

left affairs with Brother Thomas and went ahead of the company to

Scarboro, to prepare my own family for the journey. The outfit which

I purchased for the company cost about two thousand dollars. Before

leaving Brother Thomas I counseled him regarding the course to pursue,

and charged him to be not later than the 1st of September in starting

from the mainland. I arrived at Father Carter's on the 19th of August,

and waited with great anxiety for the company from the islands, but

instead of reaching here by the 1st of September, they did not come

till the 3rd of October; and when they did arrive the wagon covers were

all flying in the breeze. It took a good day's work to nail down the

covers, paint the wagons and get them ready for the journey."

It should be remarked that in the very starting of this company

Nathaniel Thomas cheerfully stepped forward to the assistance of the

poor and invested about one thousand dollars in wagons, horses, tents,

etc., to fit out this company. While others who possessed this world's

goods drew back and did not go with the poor lest they should be under

the necessity of helping them.

At this time Wilford had still another trial, and the integrity of

his wife was further tested. Her parents, relatives, and friends

{95} strongly opposed her starting upon the journey, and used every

influence and argument they could against her accompanying her husband.

They had been very kind to him, but when it came to parting with her

on a journey of such a distance at such a time of the year, and to a

land where her people were subjects of such bitter persecutions as

were being inflicted upon the Saints in Missouri at that time, it was

too much for them to acquiesce in. They knew that he must go, but they

insisted that she must stay. Like her husband, she was of a spirit

that did not shrink from duty when she knew it. Wilford said of her

at the time: "Yes, Phoebe possessed too much firmness and faith and

confidence in God to put her hand to the plough and then look back, or

to give way to trials, however great. Like Ruth, she was determined to

forsake kindred and country for my sake and for the cause in which we

were engaged." Under these circumstances, and with a realizing sense

of the dangers and hardships of the journey, and of painful conditions

prevailing at their destination, they did not falter.

"On the afternoon of the 9th of October," wrote Wilford, "we took

leave of Father Carter and family, and started upon our journey of two

thousand miles at this late season of the year, taking with me my wife,

her nursing babe, to lead a company of fifty-three souls from Maine to

Illinois, and to spend nearly three months traveling in wagons, through

rain, mud, snow, and frost. It was such a trial as I never before had

attempted during my experience as a minister of the gospel.

"We were joined at Georgetown by Elder Milton Holmes, and traveled each

day as far as we could go, camping wherever night overtook us. On the

13th of October, while crossing the Green Mountains, I was attacked

by something resembling cholera, and was very sick; I stopped at a

house about two hours, and the elders having administered to me, I

revived. On the 24th I was taken sick again, and my wife and child also

were stricken down. Several others of the company were sick, through

exposure. On the 31st we had our first snowstorm, and the horses

dragged our wagons all day through mud, snow, and water. On the 2nd of

November Elder Milton Holmes left us, and took steamer for Fairport;

two days later, Nathaniel Thomas' little child, about six years of age,

died, and we had to bury it at Westfield. {96} The roads finally became

so bad and the cold so severe that Nathaniel Thomas and James Townsend

concluded to stop for the winter; we parted with them on the 21st of

November, near New Portage, Ohio.

"My wife Phoebe was attacked on the 23rd of November by a severe

headache, which terminated in brain fever; she grew more and more

distressed daily as we continued our journey. It was a terrible ordeal

for a woman to travel in a wagon over such rough roads, afflicted as

she was. At the same time our child was also very sick.

"The 1st of December was a trying day to my soul. My wife continued

to fail, and about four o'clock in the afternoon appeared to be

stricken with death. I stopped my team, and it seemed as if she then

would breathe her last, lying there in the wagon. Two of the sisters

sat beside her, to see if they could do anything for her in her last

moments. I stood upon the ground, in deep affliction, and meditated.

Then I cried to the Lord, praying that she might live and not be taken

from me, and claiming the promises the Lord had made to me through the

Prophet and Patriarch. Her spirit revived, and I drove a short distance

to a tavern, got her into a room and worked over her and her babe all

night, praying to the Lord to preserve their lives.

"In the morning circumstances were such that I was under the necessity

of removing them from the inn, as there was so much noise and confusion

there that my wife could not endure it. I carried her out to her bed in

the wagon and drove two miles, when I alighted at a house and carried

my wife and her bed into it, with a determination to tarry there until

she recovered her health or passed away. This was on Sunday morning,

December 2nd. After getting my wife and things into the house and

providing wood to keep up a fire, I employed my time in taking care of

her. It looked as if she had but a short time to live. She called me to

her bedside in the evening, and said she felt as if a few moments more

would end her existence in this life. She manifested great confidence

in the cause we had embraced, and exhorted me to have confidence in

God, and to keep His commandments. To all appearances she was dying. I

laid hands upon her and {97} prayed for her, and she soon revived, and

slept some during the night.

"December 3rd found my wife very low. I spent the day in taking care

of her, and the day following I returned to Eaton to get some things

for her. She seemed to be sinking gradually, and in the evening the

spirit apparently left her body, and she was dead. The sisters gathered

around, weeping, while I stood looking at her in sorrow. The spirit and

power of God began to rest upon me until, for the first time during her

sickness, faith filled my soul, although she lay before me as one dead.

"I had some oil that was consecrated for my anointing while in

Kirtland. I took it and consecrated it again before the Lord, for

anointing the sick. I then bowed down before the Lord, prayed for the

life of my companion, and in the name of the Lord anointed her body

with the oil. I then laid my hands upon her, and in the name of Jesus

Christ I rebuked the power of death and of the destroyer, and commanded

the same to depart from her and the spirit of life to enter her body.

Her spirit returned to her body, and from that hour she was made whole;

and we all felt to praise the name of God, and to trust in Him and keep

His commandments.

"While I was undergoing this ordeal (as my wife related afterwards)

her spirit left her body, and she saw it lying upon the bed and the

sisters there weeping. She looked at them and at me, and upon her

babe; while gazing upon this scene, two persons came into the room,

carrying a coffin, and told her they had come for her body. One of

these messengers said to her that she might have her choice--she might

go to rest in the spirit world, or, upon one condition, she could have

the privilege of returning to her tabernacle and of continuing her

labors upon the earth. The condition was that if she felt she could

stand by her husband, and with him pass through all the cares, trials,

tribulations, and afflictions of life which he would be called upon to

pass through for the gospel's sake unto the end, she might return. When

she looked at the situation of her husband and child she said, 'Yes, I

will do it.' At the moment that decision was made the power of faith

rested upon me, and when I administered to her, her spirit re-entered

{98} her tabernacle, and she saw the messengers carry the coffin out of

the door.

"On the morning of the 6th of December, the spirit said to me, 'Arise,

and continue thy journey,' and through the mercy of God my wife was

enabled to arise and dress herself; she walked to the wagon, and we

went on our way rejoicing.

"The weather being very cold, on the night of the 11th I stopped

for the night at an inn. I there learned of the sudden death of my

brother, Asahel H. Woodruff, a merchant of Terre Haute, Indiana. I had

anticipated that the following day I should have a joyful meeting with

this brother; instead of this, I had only the privilege of visiting

his grave, in company with my wife, and of examining a little into his

business. I was offered the position of administrator of his affairs,

but I was leading a company of Saints to Zion, and could not stop to

attend to his temporal business. Strangers settled his affairs and took

possession of his property; his relatives obtained nothing from his

effects but a few trifling mementoes.

"I left this place on the 13th of December and crossed into Illinois,

arriving at Rochester on the 19th. Getting information there of the

severe persecutions of the Saints in Missouri, and of the unsettled

state of the Church at that time, we concluded to stop at Rochester and

spend the winter there.

"Thus ended my journey of two months and sixteen days. I had led the

Fox Island Saints to the West, through all the perils of a journey

of nearly two thousand miles, in the midst of sickness and great

severity of weather. In the spring I took my family and removed to

Quincy, Illinois, where I could mingle with my brethren; and I felt to

praise God for His protecting care over me and my family in all our

afflictions."

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