---
title: Improvement Era
description: Monthly periodical of the Mormon church, 1897 onward. This library holds the issues of November 1897 to December 1930.
authors:
  - Smith, Lucy
collections:
  - periodicals
tags:
  - magazine
  - improvement-era
periodical: Improvement Era
volume: 6
number: 1
published: 1902-11
publisher: Young Men’s Mutual Improvement Associations
publisher_place: Salt Lake City
language: en
type: magazine
reference: 'Lucy Smith, "Appendix to the History of the Prophet Joseph," *Improvement Era* 6, no. 1 (November 1902): 15–16.'
source:
  url: https://archive.org/details/improvementera0601unse
  transcription: Transcribed from the Internet Archive scan of each issue (the item for each issue is named in the issue's own source); unnumbered advertising leaves are omitted, printed page numbers are kept as page markers.
  identifier: improvementera0601unse
start_page: 15
end_page: 16
rights:
  status: public-domain
  basis: US publication 1930 or earlier (published 1902-11)
  source: https://archive.org/details/improvementera0601unse
  publication_year: 1902
  note: The Internet Archive item metadata carries a blanket "© Copyright by Intellectual Reserve, Inc." notice. The library owner judged it inapplicable because this issue was published in 1902, before 1931; a scan-level notice does not restore copyright.
---

# Appendix to the History of the Prophet Joseph

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Columbus, Hickman county, Kentucky.                  Here we put up with Cap-
tain Robinson, formerly an officer in the army, who treated us very
kindly, assuring us that we were welcome to stay at his house until
a boat should come, if it were three months.       While here a com-
pany of thirteen hundred Cherokee Indians encamped on the bank
of the river, to wait for ferry privileges. They felt deeply wounded
at leaving their native country for the west.              They said they were
leaving a fine country, rich in mineral, but the whites             knew very
little    of its value.    They excited our sympathies very much;        little

did   I   think that      my own wife and helpless babes were objects of
greater sympathy than these.
         At length a boat came along, and we went on board.                We
had to pay all our money          (five   dollars)   for fare, and eat and lie
among negroes, as we took a deck passage.         About ninety miles
from St. Louis our boat got aground, where it lay for three days.-
During this time we had nothing to eat but a little parched corn.
They finally gave up the boat and left her. We went to the clerk and
got two dollars of our money back, after which we went on board
of a little boat that landed us in St. Louis the next morning. Here
we found Elder Orson Pratt; he told us that Joseph was a prisoner
with many others, and that David Patten was killed, giving us a
long and sorrowful account of the sufferings of the Saints, which
filled    our hearts with sorrow.
         The next morning W3 started again on our journey.              When
we arrived at Huntsville, we stopped at the hous3 of George
Lyman to rest, he being uncle to Cousin George, whose feet had
now become very sore with traveling.    Here we heard dreadful
tales concerning our friends in Daviess county, that they were all
murdered, and that my brothers, Joseph and Hyrum, were shot
with a hundred balls.
         We had not been long in Huntsville till the mob made a rally
to use us up with the rest of the Smiths, and, at the earnest request
of our friends, we thought best to push on.               The wind was in our
faces, the ground was slippery, it was night, and very dark, never-
theless we proceeded on our journey.             Traveling twenty-two miles,
we came to the Chariton river, which we found frozen over, but
the ice too weak to bear us, and the boat on the west side of the
river.       We went to the next ferry.              Finding that there was no
boat here, and that in the next neighborhood a man's brains were

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beat out for being a "Mormon," we returned to the first ferry, and
tried by hallooing to raise the ferryman on the opposite side of the
river,   but were not able to awaken him.       We were almost benumbed
with cold, and to warm ourselves we commenced scuffling and jump-
ing, we then beat our feet        upon the logs and stumps, in order to
start a circulation of blood; but at last Cousin George became so
cold and sleepy that he said he could not stand it any longer, and
lay down.      I   told him he was freezing to death;          I   rolled him on
the ground, pounded and thumped him; I then cut a stick and said
I   would thrash him.     At     this   he got up and undertook to thrash
me, this stirred his blood a little, but he soon lay down again; how-
ever, the ferryman in a short time          came    over,    and set us on our
own side of the river.     We then traveled on until about breakfast
time, when we stopped at the house of a man, who, we afterwards
learned, was Senator Ashby, that           commanded the mob at Haun's
Mill.     That night we stayed at one of the bitterest of mobocrats,
by the name of Fox, and started the next morning without break-
fast.   Oar route lay through a wild prairie, where there was but
very little track, and only one house in forty miles.               The north-
west wind blew       fiercely in    our faces, and the ground was so
slippery that we could scarcely keep our feet, and when the night
came on, to add to our perplexity, we lost our way.  Soon after
which, I became so cold that it was with great difficulty I could
keep from freezing. We also became extremely thirsty; however,
we found a remedy for this, by cutting through ice three inches
thick.   While we were drinking we heard a cow bell, this caused
our hearts to leap for joy, and         we arose and        steered our course
towards the sound.     We soon entered a grove, which sheltered us
from the wind, and we felt more comfortable. In a short time we
came to a house, where George was well acquainted; here we were
made welcome and kindly entertained.       We laid down to rest
about two o'clock in the morning, after having traveled one hun-
dred and ten miles in two days and two nights. After breakfast I
set out for Far West, leaving George sick with our hospitable
friend.  When I arrived, I was fortunate enough to find my family
alive and in tolerable health, which was more than I could have
expected, considering the scenes of persecution through which
they had passed.
                            f   To be continued.)

