. . . After Father left home for Zion we plotted along the best we could under the circumstances, for it seemed very lonesome without him. But Mother comforted us children telling us that if we were faithful the Lord would open the way so that sometime we would have the privilege of meeting him in the land of Zion. So we all commenced to work and save our pennies and wait for that glorious time when we could sing "Oh Babylon, oh Babylon we bid thee farewell. We are going to the mountain of Ephraim to dwell."

We worked, toiled, and waited, saved our money looking forward [p.5] to a glorious meeting in the land of Zion, and that time happened on the second of September 1874 as we sailed from Liverpool on the good ship Wyoming bound for Zion.

We arrived in New York on the 14 day of September and at Ogden on the 23 of the same month, and at our destination of Smithfield, Cache County, Utah, on the 24 of September, 1874.

We were twelve days crossing the Atlantic Ocean. All the family, with the exception of myself, enjoyed the trip across. I was seasick eleven days out of the twelve, so sick and weak that two sailors used to carry me on deck every morning in a sheet until the day before we landed in New York. Then I commenced to get well and had a nice trip to Utah, "Zion." Father met us in Ogden, a distance of 65 miles from Smithfield. The meeting was a glorious one, embracing and tears of joy in meeting our loved one once more. . . . [p.6]

BIB: Pilkington, William Jr. [Autobiography] (Ms 1041 fd. 2), pp. 5-6. (CHL).
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