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title: Improvement Era
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periodical: Improvement Era
volume: 18
number: 5
published: 1915-03
publisher: Young Men’s Mutual Improvement Associations
publisher_place: Salt Lake City
language: en
type: magazine
reference: 'John A. Widtsoe, "Anthon L. Skanchy—VIII–X," *Improvement Era* 18, no. 5 (March 1915): 417–424.'
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start_page: 417
end_page: 424
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# Anthon L. Skanchy—VIII–X

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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

           VIII.    I   AM RELEASED FROM MY FIRST MISSION
    At last I came to the town Vardo in Finmarken, the most
distant city in    my field, where I remained a few weeks.   While
there I went out on the ocean and fished.  Instead of nets, hooks
and lines were used. The whole ocean was so filled with fish that
it seemed as if it were a great pot in which fish were boiled.  It
was a common experience that heavily weighted fish lines could
not get past the mass of fish.
     On this trip I was arrested for preaching the gospel of Christ
and brought by steamer to the city of Hammerfest, where sentence
was pronounced on me and from there, in another steamer to
                             ;

Tromso where I spent ten days in prison on a diet of bread and
water.  I learned many things from these seasons of imprison-
ment. I was a young man, healthy and strong, accustomed to
moving quickly in my work, and I found that this diet of bread
and water did not agree with me especially as I was given a tiny
                                     ;

piece of sour, heavy, dry, coarse bread, about the size of half of
my hand, every twenty-four hours. As the days went by in prison,
I must confess that I became very hungry and that it caused sleep-
lessness.  I was able to sleep about two hours each night, and

would awake weak and tired. I dreamed usually that I was feast-
ing on an abundance of things to eat and drink and then would
suddenly awake hungry and weak, dizziness and headache over-
mastering me. I lay on my hard bed hoping for the arrival of day
because I could then divert my thoughts a little better. These sea-
sons of imprisonment tired me severely.     None can fully under-
stand it unless he has experienced it himself. It brought to my
mind the words of the Prophet Isaiah, "It shall even be as when
a hungry man dreameth, and behold, he eateth but he waketh,
                                                   ;

and his soul is empty: or as when a thirsty man dreameth, and
behold, he drinketh, but he waketh, and, behold, he is faint, and
his soul has appetite  So shall the multitude of the nations be that
                         :

fight against Mount Zion."       I thought to myself that he who

spoke those Avords had undoubtedly had experience in it.

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418                   IMPROVEMENT ERA
     During the month of July, in 1865, the third summer of my
labors in Nordland, I received my release from this mission, from
Elder George M. Brown, who then presided over the Norway
conference.    I wrote to all the Saints in Nordland's branch to
meet in the historical place Bjarkoe at a stated time. All of the
Saints came to the meeting, as also strangers.       Mysister in the
flesh, Amelia, came there, also, and was baptized.        Wepartook
of the sacrament together, and for three or four days we had a
most enjoyable time. At last, then, I bade farewell to my brethren,
sisters and friends, and to Nordland with its many islands, fjords
and great and beautiful mountains, forming a landscape so bril-
liantly equipped that it does not stand second to any that I have
seen.   The impressions which became stamped upon my mind dur-
ing my mission up among the people of northern Norway, in the
days of my youth, will never, I believe, leave me, for one might
learn more up there than can be learned in a university.
      Before I leave this extensive and valuable mission field, I
will add my modest judgment of this great and beautiful country,
with fjords and sounds, islands and high mountains covered with
leafy trees, reaching down to the shore, with the background of
high cliffs and barren mountains, covered with patches of trees
and moss, where the Laps watch their great herds grazing in the
small mountain valleys.    All about, are every kind of feathered
life, representing the birds of the ocean, among which the eider

duck is a prominent feature. It seems as if Nature has here made
attempt after attempt to invite wealth and beauty to the children
of men.    Three months throughout the year the midnight sun
shines the great ocean teems with measureless wealth Cw food for
      ;

man. Wherever one turns there is something attractive to behold.
Not only is the eye pleased, but the spiritual intelligence is touched
as well.  To me it was as if, in this rugged nature, a new world
of inspiration and introspection came from God, who from the
beginning had organized the whole land. No wonder that thous-
ands visit summer after summer this land of the midnight sun,
this wonderland.
     I took passage homeward in a steamer under Capt.
                                                                 J. S.
Green, a friend of mine, and a member of the Church. I was very
grateful to the Lord for his fatherly care and protection over me
during my honest labors both on land and sea and though I felt
                                                 ;

myself a very humble and imperfect messenger of the great and
noble work, I also felt that the Lord was satisfied with my
                                                            work,
and that the honor belonged to him. At last I reached Trondhjem
and had the joy to greet my dear mother again, together with my
brethren, sisters and friends. I remained a few davs with the mis-
sionaries, who still roomed in my mother's house,
                                                     and held several
meetings.   Then I bade my mother farewell again, and began my
long walk to Christiania, and again had the opportunity
                                                          of walking

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LATTER-DAY SAINTS' MISSION HOUSE, CHRISTIANIA, NORWAY

over the Dovre mountain alone. I reached Christiania in due
season, about two and a half years after I set out on my mission.

                    IX.   I   LABOR IN AALESUND

      I was retained as a missionary, but was now at liberty to go
wherever I wanted. I said goodby, and journeyed on to Guld-
brands valley where I thought there would be a good field for
work, as the whole valley is thickly populated. From there I
went to Roms valley and at last reached Aalesund. In this city I
found a sister whom I had baptized in Nordland and who was
now married to Mr. Myre, a bookkeeper. As I was the first elder
who had visited this town, I was greatly persecuted by the min-
ister, Mr. Buck, and by the police who were on my track every
day.    Nevertheless, I won friends there and after a time baptized
Mr. Myre.
      Just at this time Elder Christian Folkman, and the Saints who
were in Trondhjem, invited me to spend the Christmas season
there, and sent me traveling money so that I could buy my steam-
ship ticket.    I was in my native city by Christmas and had a most
interesting time.
     Early in January, I returned by steamer to Aalesund, to con-
tinue my work.    When I arrived I had only twelve cents, which
was just enough to pay the man who fowed me from the steamship

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INTERIOR OF THE ASSEMBLY HALL, LATTER-DAY SAINTS' MISSION
                HOUSE, CHRISTIANIA, NORWAY

and placed me on land in the city. I secured lodgings in the house
of a master shoemaker, Nielsen, who owned a large three-story
house.   The police chief soon came and ordered me to leave the
city, but when I told him I was paying for my support, and that
I knew something about the Norwegian law and his authority,
and that it did not extend so far as to drive me out of the city, he
left me alone, but commanded his force to keep a very close watch
over me.
     Then came the priest of the city, the Mr. Buck formerly men-
tioned, incompany with one of the local merchants, and told me
considerable more such information, that if I conducted any meet-
ings, the doors of the prison  were ready to close behind me. A
few days afterward I went to call on the priest, but he saw me
come and instructed his housekeeper to tell me that he was not at
home. When I asked if the pastor was at home, she said, "No,
he is away." As I knew that he was at home at that time, I
warned the lady she should not tell an untruth to one of the Lord's
servants.  She took my words to heart and told her folks what
had happened. It so happened that this lady was of very prom-
inent parents, and they immediately took their daughter home.
Two days later, one of the merchants greeted me, and told me that
this story of the pastor's untruthfulness had spread over the city
to the shame of the pastor himself.     Sometime after I had left
Aalesund, I heard that this minister, Mr. Buck, had hun<y himself,
for what reason I did not learn.

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ANTHON L. SKANCHY                                       421

     Then came the superior priest of the district and pressed
upon my landlord that he must drive me out of the house, and not
give home or habitation to false prophets.   Mr. Nielsen, who had
learned something of the gospel, bore testimony in my behalf, and
then everything went wrong.     I was not present, but the two must
have had a serious time together.
     In a few days came a letter from the superior priest to Mr.
Ni hen insisting that as Nielsen was a respected man in the com-
munity, in order to maintain his good name he must not any longer
give me lodging.    Mr. Nielsen was now in a tight place, and he
presented the matter to me. He did not want to turn me out, yet
he desired to favor the chief priest of the        district.   In fact, so
overcome was he that he cried. An evening or two later he re-
ceived another letter from the pastor which was even more in-
sistent.
     The morning after the receipt of the second letter, I placed the
whole matter before the Lord, and received my inspiration that if
I would call on the priest he would acknowledge the correctness
of every principle that I might present to him.      Filled with jov, T
walked to   his home  some  two  miles  beyond   the  edge of the citv.
1 was courteously invited into the office of the great man.        We
had first a conversation concerning- the Bible then, concerning the
                                               ;

relation of "Mormonism" to Biblical doctrines.         Questions were
directed to me, and I replied in the spirit of truth that was present
and he acknowledged the correctness of every principle that I ad-
vocated.    For two hours we were together in friendly conversa-
tion.   The battle was won and from that time on he was espe-
                             ;

cially kind and helpful to our missionaries who followed me.       The
same day Mr. Nielsen was informed by letter from the_ priest that
he could give me lodging as long as he liked, and the priest further
stated that he had had a conversation with Mr. Skanchy which
convinced him that he had been mistaken in his opposition, but
 excused himself by saying that it was the duty of his profession
to oppose those who believed in any other religion than that sup-
 ported by the state.
      Even after this, I had a pretty hard time in Aalesund but         ;

 after several members had been brought into the Church the work
 became somewhat easier. Among others who were baptized at
 this time was Mrs. Soneva Torgesen, the wife of a friendly ship
 captain.   This woman was a true daughter of Israel, and did
 much good. She had two small children whom I blessed. The          _

 boy was instructed by his mother and is a faithful elder in the
 Church today.
      In the spring of 1867, at a conference held in Christjania,
 C. C. A. Christensen, who had arrived from Utah, was assigned
 to preside in Norway.   I bade farewell to Aalesund and began

 my journey up the valley of the Roms, over Dovre mountain

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422                        IMPROVEMENT ERA
 again, and then down Gnldbrands valley until I reached the little
 town of Lillehammer, where we had a sister in the gospel, Ellen
 Buckwald, who was employed in the household of a Mr. Revers,
 a friend of our people.     To this house the elders were invited
 whenever they came to the city, and were treated there in the
 very best manner.     I had many conversations concerning the gos-

 pel with this educated man.    The family did not want to part with
 Kllen, for she taught the children of the household "Mormonism,"
 and used to pray, even, for Brigham Young as a leader of Israel.
      I finally again came to Christiania, and in the conference then
 held was released from my second mission by the outgoing presi-
 dent.

                       X.   I   PRESIDE IN CHRISTIANIA

     Elder C. C. A. Christensen then took over the guidance of
the Saints in Norway.  I was called to act as the president of the
Christiania branch which at that time had about 600 members.
Upon the receipt of this call I felt my unworthiness in a very great
degree.  There were many in the congregation who had accepted
the gospel long before I had, many of them older and more intelli-
gent men and women, but I prayed to my God for wisdom and
intelligence to be able to guide this great body of people.   These
prayers were heard and the Lord blessed me mightily.       I gained
the love and respect of the Saints and with the fatherly guidance
of our respected President, C. C. A. Christensen, I got along very
well.
         _
             Many persons were converted and baptized into the Church
both     Christiania and throughout the branches in the country
         in
as a result of the visits of President Christensen to the different
branches and the meetings he held everywhere with the people.
     As the children of the Saints in Christiania were often perse-
cuted in school by the other children, because their parents were
"Mormons," I decided to try to stop this unnecessary and improper
persecution.-  I went to the chief of police, one of our friends,
and counseled with him as to what we would best do. He ad-
vised us to petition the school board, the chairman of which
                                                              was
Bishop Arup, for the privilege of establishing a school
                                                             of our
own, and he suggested further that we secure a number of well
known names to this petition and offered to be the first to sign it.
We delh^red this petition to the bishop who was a very courteous
man. After a couple of weeks the petition was granted, on
                                                                the
condition that an officer of the school board should
                                                       inspect the
school once a year to make sure that we were giving
                                                          the right
training and maintaining proper discipline.
                                               Moreover, in our
school, the children should not be obliged to
                                              study the state re-
ligion or the history of the Bible.       We thought this a very ^crreat   '

concession.

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ANTHON L. SKANCHY                            423

      I was then appointed to take charge of this school, with Sister
Christina Osterbeck as assistant. The children were each to pay
a little, as they could obtain the means, for the expense of books,
and other supplies. This was a fairly successful experiment. The
officers of the school board also seemed satisfied with our work.
I was permitted occasionally to make mission journeys into the
district surrounding Christiania.   Some of these journeys, taken in
the winter, were very difficult.
      In the summer of 1867, I was sent to visit the town of Kongs-
berg and Numme valley, where I had been before. From the city
of Drammen, the road leads through a great forest, and then over
a high mountain.      When I reached the top of the mountain the
sun was setting in the west behind me, and the shadow of the
mountain was thrown miles and miles over the forest below the
mountain and covered the whole city of Kongsberg. The mag-
nificent beauty and vastness of this sunset from the mountain top
worked upon my feelings and I sought a place under a small hill
where, with enthusiasm in my heart, I kneeled before the Lord
and opened my heart to him. I prayed especially, that he would
lead my footsteps, guide me on my way, and help me find a place
to stay that night, for I had only a few cents left.     At the close
of my prayers, it seemed to me that I was surrounded by a holy
influence.
      I then began my descent of the mountain.       It was already
dark when I crossed the bridge over the river that flows near the
city.   Where was I to go? The houses of the city are built very
near to each other. When I reached the first block, I turned to
the right and walked around it.      Then I crossed the street and
began on the next block. At last, I thought, "Here is the place
where I would better go in and knock."        But the answer of the
Spirit was immediately "No."       I continued to walk to the right
around the blocks and after a while I thought, "Now I will knock
on the next door." But again the voice whispered, "No." I
continued circling the blocks until I reached the eighth block. As
I approached the middle of this block a voice whispered to me,
"Here you are to enter." I knocked on the door, and a hearty,
"Come in" was the answer.        I stepped into the room and saw a

man and his wife sitting by a table, playing dominos. I noticed
that they looked at each other and smiled.    "Can I obtain lodging
here tonight?" I said. "Yes," said the man and pointed to a door
that led into a little bedroom, in which were a table, a candlestick
ready to be lighted, a bed, a wash bowl and other furniture. The
lady came in and lighted the candle and asked me if I did not
want something to eat. I was very hungry and could have eaten
a good hearty supper, but I told her, if she pleased, a little bowl
of bread and milk would be sufficient.
     Next morning at six o'clock, I heard the man move about in

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424                            IMPROVEMENT ERA
 the house.      As   I       learned later, he   worked   in   the national   rifle
 factory, and had to he at work quite early in the morning. After
he had gone, the lady came into my room, placed a chair in front
of the bed, and placed upon it a tray with food.     When she left,
I got up and ate this light breakfast with great appetite. At eight
o'clock the man came back for his breakfast, and I was called in
and placed at the table. There was a little pause. They looked
at each other, and I asked if they would permit me to bless the
food.    The man said, "That is what we are waiting for." I
blessed the food, and we began to eat.    Then a very peculiar con-
versation ensued.     "You have not been here before?" "No."
"Who brought you here last night?" "No one." "Are you not a
'Mormon' elder?" "Yes." "Did you notice anything when you
came in here last night?" "Yes." "What was it you noticed?"
"I noticed that you looked at your wife and smiled and she smiled
back."
     He then told me the story. Just before I knocked on the
door, they both heard distinctly a voice which said, "Here comes
a servant of the Lord, who desires lodging for the night.   Take
good care of him." He continued, "The bed in which you slept
last night has not been used during the last six years.  The last
person before you who slept there was a 'Mormon' elder to whom
the room was rented out for a year.    When he left, most of the
people he had baptized sold out and went to Utah.  No 'Mormon'
has been here since."
     I said to him, "I suppose then you know very well
                                                       the teach-
ings of 'Mormonism.' "
     He said, "Yes I believe that what is called 'Mormonism'
                          ;
                                                                                is
the message from God above.   I am not baptized, and if I                 should
go with you alone this evening to be baptized it would be known
in the factory  tomorrow, for those in charge there call upon their
god frorn morning till evening, and he can reveal to those who
                                                                                       .

pray to him just as our God revealed to us who would
                                                           knock on
our door last night. Then I would receive my 'walking
                                                             papers'
at once.    Should I be baptized, and then lose my position my
savings would possibly take me and my familv to Zion,
                                                         but I have
here at home an old father and mother who cannot
                                                    help themselves
and I have not means enough to take them with me.
                                                            Perhaps
rrv faith is not strong enough, or I should
                                            leave them in the hands
of the Lord, for he provides for us all,
                                           but I cannot bear the
thought of bidding them farewell and leaving them
                                                   alone." These
were his words.
     T had a splendid mission journey
                                      through the Numme vallev
I met many good and honest people.
                                       As far as I know, no mis-
sionary has been there since that day.
