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title: Improvement Era
description: Monthly periodical of the Mormon church, 1897 onward. This library holds the issues of November 1897 to December 1930.
authors:
  - Skanchy, Anthon L.
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  - magazine
  - improvement-era
periodical: Improvement Era
volume: 18
number: 2
published: 1914-12
publisher: Young Men’s Mutual Improvement Associations
publisher_place: Salt Lake City
language: en
type: magazine
reference: 'Skanchy, Anthon L., "Anthon L. Skanchy", *Improvement Era* 18, no. 2 (December 1914): 119–126.'
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start_page: 119
end_page: 126
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  publication_year: 1914
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# Anthon L. Skanchy

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Anthon L. Skanchy
A Brief Autobiographical Sketch of the Missionary Labors
                of a Valiant Soldier for Christ

       TRANSLATED AND EDITED BY DR. JOHN A. WIDTSOE

                          INTRODUCTION
      The missionary labors of the elders of the Church of Jesus
Christ of Latter-day Saints would form a most interesting chapter
in the history of human endeavor.       Every experience seems to
have fallen to the lot of "Mormon" missionaries, who have labored
under every clime and among all classes and races of people.
Taken, by a sudden call, from the home, workshop, field, store or
office, they have gone out at their own expense, with no special
training in speaking or argument, to teach to all the world a
system of eternal truth, against which mighty forces have ever
been arrayed.     The third generation of this volunteer army is
now carrying the gospel over the face of the earth, and the vigor
of the work is unabated.
      The plain, unstudied sketch herewith presented of a few of
the missionary experiences of an elder who spent a third of his
long, mature life in foreign missionary service can be duplicated
by hundreds of the missionaries of the Church.          Simple and
straightforward these sketches are yet, between the lines, may be
                                   ;

read every human emotion, from the highest exaltation of spirit
to the darkest despair. It would be well if many such missionary
lives could be published for the encouragement of all who desire
to battle fearlessly for righteousness.
      Bishop Anthon L. Skanchy died on April 19, 1914, after a
lingering illness of several years. In the midst of the pain of this
sickness he wrote these sketches, chiefly of his early mission when
he had the privilege of opening the gospel door in the beautifully
majestic land of the midnight sun, and of bringing hundreds into
the Church.    He wrote in his mother tongue, which he loved so
well.    The eloquent directness, as well as the severe repression
of feeling, characteristic of the northern people, are on every
 page.
      A few weeks before his death, Bishop Skanchy entrusted his
 manuscript to me, to do with it as I might see fit. He hoped that,
 somehow, his experiences might strengthen the testimonies of
others.    The missionary instinct was strong within him. I have
 rendered it freely into English, and. while in so doing it has lost

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peculiarly eloquent flavor, I hope it has not wholly lost its power
for good.    I should greatly love to fulfil the wish of the noble

author of these sketches, who was the instrument in the hands of
God of bringing to the family to which I belong, and to me, the
priceless gift of an understanding of the gospel.
    That thousands of such strong men as was Anthon L. Skanchy
could and do find a life's satisfaction in the gospel, in spite of the
hardships and contempt they must endure, is a strong testimony
of the inherent vitality of the message of the Prophet Joseph
Smith.
I.OGAN,     UTAH
                                CONTENTS.

       I.Early Years. II. I Accept the Gospel. III. I Go on My
First            IV. Missionary Labors in Nordland and Fin-
            Mission.
marken. V. Again Before the Courts. VI. How I spent the
Winter in Nordland. VII. The Lord Sends me Money and More
Friends.   VIII. I am Released from My First Mission. IX. I
Labor in Aalesund. X. I Preside in Christiania. XL The Land of
Zion. XII. My Third Mission. XIII. My Fourth Mission. XIV.
Quiet Years of Home Service. XV. My Fifth Mission. XVI.
The Last Word. XVII. The Sixth Mission. XVIII. The End
of the Journey.

     If any of my friends should interest themselves in reading
parts of my life's history, of my missions especially in the northern
parts of Norway, they may do so in this short report, and they
may depend upon it that what is here written is the truth.

                           I.   EARLY YEARS

    I, Anthon L. Skanchy, was born in Trondhjem, Norway,
                                                             September 17, 1839, the seventh child of Elling Lornsen Skanchy, and
Mina Ansjon. My father was a sea-faring man, well known, and
much sought after as a pilot in northern Norway. He, as many
other sea-faring men of that day, became addicted' to strong drink,
and consequently, though he earned well, there was poverty in
the home. My dear mother was compelled to work both day
                                                                    and
night to keep the children, who numbered seven in all.
     From the time I was eight years old, I had to work and earn
something for the family. My boyhood was spent by the
                                                                 water,
where the great fjord comes in from the ocean. The shore
                                                                    was
low and level, and great sand-spits ran out into the water.
                                                                 There
the water ebbed and flowed every six and one
                                                  half hours, through
a distance of eight or ten feet. When the water
                                                    was low we could
'go out to the sand spits into the fjord, and there
                                                    I used to fish with
one hundred hooks on my line, baited with sand
                                                        worms     The

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BISHOP ANTHON L. SKANCHY
Born, Trondhjem, Norway, Sept. 17, 1839; died, Logan, Utah,
                     April 19, 1914

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linewas left on the sand, with the end secured, and after thirteen
hours, the water again was low and the lines lay in the dry sand
with the fish that had been caught by the hooks.   The fish thus
caught furnished some means to the support of the family. As I
grew a little older I was employed by a fisherman, who owned his
own boat, and with him learned how to fish. I also worked between times in the rope factory, where I later became apprenticed
and learned the trade well.
       The school naturally was    neglected, and   I   was there only
once in a while.  When I was thirteen years old I began, however,
to see the necessity of taking proper hold of my schooling, and
determined to use my whole time in the attempt to win back what
I   had lost.   My mother could not earn all the necessaries of life
for me and herself, and during this period I learned to know the
gna wings of hunger and the effects of hunger upon my system.
A  young school boy as I was could not grow and develop without
proper and sufficient food. Those days I can never forget.         My
mother had a little house of three rooms, built on rented ground.
In a little garden around the house she raised potatoes with which
to pay the larger part of the rent of the land.  Because of broken
health and the weakness of age my father had been compelled to
quit the sea-faring life, and had journeyed to his oldest son who
lived far up in Nordland. There my father resided until his death.
     I gave all my time to schooling during three years.     I was
determined to win back what I had lost, and my interest was
centered on the school, and as a result I made good progress.
Among other things I was taught the Lutheran religion, and we
had regular lessons in the history of the Bible, and explanations
of the events and doctrines found in both the Old and the New
Testaments. These books on Bible history we were obliged to
learn by heart, and I learned my lessons well.      This became a
good foundation for me in the practice and preaching of my dear
religion of the future and, through this knowledge of the Bible,
I learned to understand a little of the Lord's dealings with the
children of men, which became a great blessing and relief to me in
the mission field and at home.
      After three years of school work I was confirmed, with a
very good grade, in the Lutheran church. I had worked now and
then in the rope walks and had become greatly interested in this
work. I then apprenticed myself to a rope factory, the owner of
which was T. H. Berg. I was permitted to remain at home with
my mother, and received about $1.12 a week for my support in
return for my service.     This was pretty good, and occasionally
 T earned something extra between times.    As I remained at home
 it was possible for me to have a little more liberty than I would

 have had, had I remained with the other apprentices in the house-
 hold of the master.

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     Since I had now left the school, in which I had been so intensely interested, I became possessed of a kind of melancholy
which led me to seek the Lord and to study religion more closely.
I went for help to the Lutheran priest who had confirmed
                                                         me, and
he loaned me several books on religion and other books containing
much useful information, in which I interested myself for some
time.  Nevertheless, I found no satisfaction as a result of my
reading; in fact, I hardly knew what I was reading.
     One Sunday, in the summer of 1860, I went to the church
located a short distance beyond the city.           A
                                              little valley lies by
the side of the main road.   I went into this valley, under some
trees, and bent upon my knees and prayed to the Lord with a
loud voice. Immediately came a moment of great exaltation, but
followed quickly by a voice which spoke to me in a contemptuous
tone:
     "What is wrong with you ? What do you want ? You come
here and bend upon your knees as a child you, who have learned
                                                ;

your profession so well you, who have so many friends, and have
                           ;

so much honor and respect       Are you not ashamed ?"
                                   !

     Under the influence of this voice I began to feel almost
ashamed of myself, and of what I was doing. Presently, however, I broke through the mist, and was given power to rebuke the
evil spirits and to compel them to draw back.      Then a great joy
rested upon my soul. I prayed for light. From that time on, I felt
as free as a bird in the air.
     In the fall of 1860, I finished my apprenticeship. In accordance with the contract, I received my last year's pay, $14; a suit
of new black clothes new shoes a silk velvet hat of the best kind,
                     ;                 ;

and, in the evening, a splendid dinner. It was customary at the
end of the apprenticeship to do a piece of work as a proof that the
business had been thoroughly learned. I was required to make a
long rope, used by ships in measuring the number of knots traveled
per hour. I made such a rope, and it was accepted as very good
by the shipping committee. After my apprenticeship was over I
was offered work in the same factory, but with the difference that
I was to receive the pay of a master workman.          In those days
there was great traffic in rope, because wire cables had not yet been
introduced, and there was much building and travel of ships in the
city of Trondhjem.

                     II.       I   ACCEPT THE GOSPEL

     My uncle Cornelius and his wife, who owned a house in the
city, a short time before had been baptized into the Church of Jesus
Christ of Latter-day Saints, by the brothers Dorius, who were
the first missionaries in the northern part of Norway. I visited
this aunt and presented her with a clothes line which I had made.

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My aunt was a well spoken lady, very fervent in her faith, and she
immediately began to bombard me with "Mormonism." In fact,
she gave me rather more than I needed at one time. When I left
she lent' me a lot of tracts and Scandinavian Stars for me to read.
These I began to read, and compared what I read with the Bible.
      I had my own room in our home and spent all my spare time

in the study of the Bible and the "Mormon" books.        I soon borrowed more gospel literature and studied it, with the Bible, both
day and night, and prayed to God for aid and guidance in the
investigation., The testimony that I had the truth came to me.
more strongly, until, as it were, I became transformed both in
body and spirit through the saving message of the gospel.
     In those days, many kinds of spirits made themselves known,
but this had no influence upon me, for I had seen even the evil
one in the days that I attended school. This may sound peculiar,
but I have, in truth, seen with my material eyes, evil spirits in
different appearances, and under such varying conditions that I am
absolutely convinced of their existence among us. Both good and
evil spirits are among us even here in the valleys of the mountains.   I am ever grateful to the Lord that he has permitted me to
see and hear such things, as they have been of great use to me in
my life's journey. When I investigated the gospel I established
an unspeakable faith in the apostle's counsel that the Saints should
seek after spiritual gifts. I have the same faith and conviction
today.
      I   reflected   much upon the message that had come to me,
without saying        much to any one. There was a missionary in
Trondhjem, Thomasen, by name, from Christiania, a well informed
and talented man also another named John Dahle, from Bergen.
                       ;

These missionaries conducted meetings among the Saints, but I
did not visit their meetings, for I was very retiring in my disposition.  Meanwhile my oldest sister, Mrs. Martha Hagen, had investigated the gospel and was baptized. Shortly afterward I also
became so strongly convinced of the truth of "Mormonism" that I
went to Elder Thomasen and asked to be baptized. In the evening
of the 16th of January, 1861, I was baptized at Trondhjem, under
a most pleasant influence.
      After my baptism, I presented myself at one of the meetings
of the Saints. It was the first time that I had attended. Some of
the faithful old sisters doubted my sincerity, since I had not before attended their meetings moreover, it was looked upon as a
                                ;

wonder that a young man, like myself, could face the persecution
sure to follow the acceptance of a religion so despised as was
"Mormonism." At that time there were few young men in the
Church. It was soon proposed that I be ordained an elder. I
felt, however, that I was not possessed of the power and information to receive so high a calling, and I asked that the ordination

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be postponed for sonic time, hi a later meeting it was suggested
again that I should be ordained to the priesthood, and I was then
ordained an elder in the Church of Jesus Christ of Latter-day
Saints.     Immediately afterwards   I   was called to assist the missionaries.
     Trondhjem,    at that time, was notoriously the headquarters
of   "Mormon"    persecution.   The authorities had gone to the
extreme. They had arrested and severly punished some of our
sisters because they had left the legal church of the land and had
accepted "Mormonism," and had been baptized into this new
Church. Among the sisters so punished were Marit Greslie and
Mrs. Olsen, two sisters who later came to Logan and were
married to respectable men also Lena Christensen who later
                               ;

came to Salt Lake City. These sisters were imprisoned and
sentenced to five days' imprisonment with a diet of only bread
and water. I was also called to the court house at the trial and
had to answer many questions put to me by the chief of police.
Several of the questions were of such a nature that I did not feel
under any obligation to answer them, which did not bring the
chief into the best of humor.       As a result, the police chief
promised me that he should not forget me. He was very bitter in
his feelings towards the Saints.
     "Mormonism," from that time on. became my guiding star.
With great interest I accepted the call to help in bearing testimony of the truthfulness of the gospel, and in visiting the Saints in
the city and its surroundings. All this time I continued my work
in the rope factory, owned by Mr. Berg, under whom I served
my apprenticeship. He was a religious man, a dissenter who
had some time before left the Lutheran church and now belonged
to a local sect. While my master and I walked up and down
the rope walk together spinning hemp, "Mormonism" became the
theme of the day, during weeks and months. By this time I had
acquired     many of the principles of the gospel as taught in the
tracts of  Orson Pratt and Parley P. Pratt, and I was enabled
thereby to continue day after day our interesting discussion.
     After I had joined the Church, since it was very difficult
to rent a house where meetings could be held, the missionaries
secured the largest room in my mother's house. The missionaries
lived there, and conducted their meetings there for several years.
Many times the house was bombarded by mobs, and my mother
had to go out and talk to the people in order to disperse them.
After a year or so, the persecution quieted somewhat and life
became more peaceful. The missionaries had, as it were, a home
with my mother, and many enjoyable meetings were held in my
mother's house.
     After a time my mother also made herself acquainted with
the gospel, and developed a faith in it, but was not baptized. On

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many occasions,   during"   the   persecutions she went out in her
garden and preached "Mormonism" to the restless crowd of
people standing in the street and around the house. She was well
acquainted with the Bible, and once, when an editor was present
in the crowd, lie wrote down the principles that she declared to
the crowd, and printed them in his paper as the remarkable speech
of an old woman. She had a good singing- voice and went often
to the houses of our neighbors where she sang songs from our
hymn book. The missionaries remained in my mother's house,
and loved her, during many years, even after I returned from my
first mission to Nordland and Finmarken in the northern part of
Norway.
     Several were baptized at Trondhjem. Several changes occurred among the missionaries, and at one time we were in
charge of a local elder, who gave us good counsel and guidance.
Later we received as our missionary, Hans A. Hansen from
Christiansand, who was sent to Trondhjem to care for the new
branch there.     This man later became my counselor in the
bishopric of the sixth ward of Logan.
     I secured frequently at this time leave of absence from the
factory for a week or two at a time, in order to accompany the
missionaries on their visits to the surrounding districts, such as
Stordalen, Indhered, Seldo, Borseskogen.        In this manner I
learned to know something of the different conditions that a
"Mormon" elder has to meet. Often, though we had money, we
could not secure the privilege of buying food, or a place in which
to sleep, simply because we were "Mormons."       Nevertheless, we
were of good faith, though we were many times utterly exhausted
by the long distances that we had to cover on foot, without proper
food. These experiences were of a kind to give us greater preparation for our important work as messengers carrying the glad
tidings of the gospel to the people.    We felt much interested in
our labors, especially since we had the joy of seeing some of the
fruits of them.   Thus passed the first two years of my membership in the Church.
                        (to be continued.)
