. . . Monday, June 29. Out early. The Saints will board soon & made arrangements to convey the Saints on board the steamer, met them and took them to Princess Landing Stage. It is anchored in the river so as to rise and fall with the tide. With stores leading to and from the shore to the Landing Stage. Hurry & bustle attending these the times of getting people aboard. Got our Birmingham folks with many others aboard the steamship Minnesota which kept us busy. About 11 p.m. the London Saints came aboard which added to the confusion. Finally, we got them into their bunks for the remainder of the night. Will have to change them in the morning. Oh dear, I'm about done out with the excitement, labor, way & heat which is very great.

June 30. Tues. This morning at daylight the confusion commenced. Breakfast served. We moved our folks to the aft part of the ship and finally located in the center. Got things pretty well arranged. My butt was out the fleas [-] last night. [p. 114] At 10 a.m. everybody was ordered on deck. Got on the forward part of the ship to see if everybody had tickets. While they were there and the officer with the doctor were inspecting the tickets and looking after the health of the folk. President Richards nominated or rather appointed John Parry as president of the company & Ezra Clark as first & myself as his second counselors and were unanimously sustained by the Saints. Inspection over the people scattered over the boat as they choose. Very few caring to go below. After the baggage was all aboard and stowed away in the hold, orders were given to weigh anchor. In a few minutes we were pointed and moving homeward. Oh, how that word echoes in the heart "homeward." But my time was too busily employed to think much about home or any other place than just where I was. The sight was one not to be forgotten. Liverpool was growing less. The "Great Eastern" steamship was becoming a mere shadow but we kept on with a good breeze and a bright sun slope. My brother Chariton accompanied us a short distance until the tugboat returned when Brothers Richard Chariton, John F. Hardie, and several others jumped aboard and we parted company, him to return to his field of labors & I to return to our happy home in Utah, mid waving of handkerchiefs, hats & hands. Steam being up we moved rapidly through the water. In due time we arrived at Queenstown where we took water and a few passengers. This is a lovely spot. The water came in large [-] like boxes. Our pump was set to work and soon had what we wanted. Then started and got out into the channel. Passed by many lighthouses, some I would not [p. 115] care about living in as it is built on a small portion or rocks sticking just above the water every wave striking them seems as though they will be washed away. Others are high headlands all for the safety of the travelers of the sea. Passed the Welsh & Irish Coast and out on the broad Atlantic. By this time the folks began to feel the motion of the vessel and their stomachs moved also, but that is nothing more than all expect. My time was pretty well occupied. Brother [John] Parry was ill most of the way. Brother Ezra Clark could hardly move round and it kept me moving from daylight in the morning until 11 or 12 at night before I could get all settled down to rest. By this time my strength was pretty near gone and I crawled into my bunk to be awakened by every awkward move of the boat. If anyone was a little worse, call Brother Jacobs. Children crying, folks groaning, some snoring. Take it altogether, it was interesting. To make matters worse we were next to the coal tank. Their shoveling added a little to the din. Had it not have been for the London people I hardly know what I would have done. Brother & Sister Green, Brother & Sister Smith, Sister Diton [Dighton], & a number of others who were very kind to me. Brother Isaac Kimball took hold like a man and done all he could to aid me in looking after the people. There was several who was too lazy to look after themselves. Some of the Saints thought I was a queer stick. I guess they were right. I carried a bottle of castor oil in one pocket and three or four boxes of pills [UNCLEAR POSSIBLY: nestled] into another going amongst them when they were sick. Turn out a dose of oil or 6 or 8 pills as the case required. Now down this brother or sister as the case may be. [-] all knew my [-] and knew how to treat [-] some would [p. 116] get angry, but that did not hurt me any. In face, it done me good for sometimes it done them good. One old lady by the name of [Elizabeth] Ainsworth could not get out of bed she was so sick. Several days passed. I visited her regular to see how she was getting along. Finally decided she must get out. Went to work. "Come now get up!" "I can't." "Yes, you can get up or I will pull you ears." "You pull my ears, you pull my ears. What do you mean?" "I mean just what I say, if you don't get up I will pull your ears besides take this shoe to you." She replied, "You sauce box, get away from here." I replied I would not. At the same time caught hold of one of the bedclothes and commenced to pull. She commenced to scream. I pulled & she pulled. Finally, she let go and gathered a shoe and let fly. I dodged, another followed with the same result. Next came a tin cup, a plate. Finally, she gathered a piece of board and jumped out after me. I ran and she ran until she saw how her clothing was arranged and started back to the bunk, me after her. "Don't you get in there," I cried, "If you do, I'll pull you out by the heels." Another race started amid screams of laughter from about 30 people. She went back about as mad as people generally get. So did I. When I could get near enough with safety, I told her to dress & I would assist her on deck. She looked surprised and at the same time realized what I was doing for her. She dressed. I carried her up the companionway to the deck, and placed her on the sunny side of the vessel where she remained all the afternoon & was left to go below at night. It done all who saw me good for they tried to get up. Whenever they saw me coming they would say, "Here comes Brother Jacobs. Let's get up." Those too ill & weak to walk tried to carry [p. 117] them on deck & when tired carry them back. We got along about as steerage passengers generally do. One old lady never thought to stop her smoking [-] not until everybody was seated then she had to march nearly the length of the table until I caught her one morning and marched her back until after breakfast. Way down in the lower deck I found a family of Italians. Poor souls! I did pity them. Took hold & showed them round the ship different parts. They express their gratitude every way possible. Many incidents occurred to provoke frowns & laughter. We had a brother on the vessel taking over without funds. When the last inspection was going on it was so thorough he was bound to be caught. I went to the captain, told him I understood there was a man aboard without a ticket, but would try and find him. What to do I did not know. Neither did Brothers Parry, Clark or Kimball. An idea occurred to me. I recollected a young man, something similar in appearance. After he had [-] went to him in a kind of half angry way said, "Let me see your ticket." He handed it out asking, "What is wrong?" I replied, "Never mind, we would examine it." The young man's name was Barber. I took the ticket, went below to hurry up, at the same time telling Brother Almon Robinson to look sharp for stowaways. Called him into a corner & handed him the ticket. When he went up he handed it out by as life [UNCLEAR]. I reported all on deck. Went and told the captain all of my passengers had tickets. He wanted to see the man suspected, I produced him. He looked at man and ticket remarking, "Alright, I am glad to find no stowaways amongst you, as you people are my best customers." [p. 118] Thanked him kindly for the compliment. Took Brother Robinson below to assist, but in reality to get the ticket. It was a desperate game & I wanted it over with as I had to dodge the young man and put him off until I could get the ticket. When I did get it I handed it back remarking, that is all right, some folks like to talk too much. Weather foggy some of the way and seas at times rolled pretty high. About that time grub went low. I did not have time to get sick when I felt so full. I could not contain it any longer, slipped on deck throwed [MEANING: vomited] and resumed my rounds. My experience with sickness was to try and eat a little so the stomach had something to throw off & did not strain the system as when it is empty. By this means I managed to keep up and around. Saw several icebergs & porpoises in large schools, also other kinds of fish.

On Sunday we had plum pudding. The people acted as though it was the last they ever expected to see or taste.

On the 10th a pilot came on board bringing the latest papers. Amongst the latest news was the death of President Heber C. Kimball. It cast a gloom over all and we felt sad but God rules and we are all in his hands. Isaac Kimball took it better than I thought he would and reconciled himself with the thought we all owe nature a debt and must pay sometime.

On the 11th came in sight of land. It was the famous Sandy Hook. Came into the channel and the quarantine officers came on board. Passed inspection. The shores of my native land looked pleasant and I am pleased only a strip of land interferes between me [p. 119] and the home of the loved ones. The day was very hot and we all felt the effects of the change of climate. After inspection we started up the river.

12th (Sunday). Steamed up to New York and dropped anchor at 8 a.m. Owing to its being Sunday we cannot land so remained on board all day. The sun has been very hot and has been all day. During the day Brother David Calder, H.B. Clawson, William C. Stanes, & H.J. Richards came alongside but could not come on board. Visited from the deck. Our company numbered 631 persons in the forward steerage. In the other part were a mixture of all nationalities (with enough Irish to keep them lively) to the number of 649 persons. In the cabin were 19 persons. The crew numbered 103 all told.

July 13. Mon. Last night was a fearful night. It was impossible to sleep. The decks in every direction were strewn with people trying to sleep but sleep was in vain. The heat below decks was intolerable. Isaac Kimball, myself, and several others of the brethren kept watch through the night as the sailors were anxious to have opportunity to take advantage of any of the sisters they could but Captain Price is a very good man and done all he could for our protection. Owing to my weak condition & loss of sleep do not feel well, in fact, miserable. The sight of New York and surroundings was beautiful. Last night the sight was picturesque as the moon shown down on the sleepers scattered over the deck, mingled with the shrouds & ropes. Breakfast over. Everything packed up & on deck. The tug came alongside and we were taken over to Castle Garden. The building is a large, round building made expressly to accommodate emigrants. It has exchanges (money), eating stalls, &c. It is divided [p. 120] into different apartments or sections by means of ropes to accommodate the different ships' companies as they land providing there is more than one at a time. Here we pass in a line through a narrow alleyway in front of the registering clerk where the form a of registering is gone through with. Several of the brethren went and looked after the transferring of the baggage. They have had a hard time as the heat was very oppressive. While I kept with and looked after the Saints from the Gardens, we got on board a tug steamer up the Hudson River to the Hudson River Depot. Here we found some of the baggage but through some awkwardness of the tug agents the baggage had to be handed over twice more than there was any need for as the baggage was no small affair to be handled. Arrangements was made with the customs house officers not to have it examined which saved time, trouble, and lots of shillings. Very good as there was a large quantity of baggage to handle in the boiling sun. It was hard work and but few to do the lifting. It was late in the evening when we got through and all on board the train. I worked until I staggered through sheer exhaustion. The perspiration dropped off me like rain. At the same time I felt chilled as though it was midwinter. By the time the baggage was claimed and weighed the night was pretty well gone and all our strength. I have made an erasure above which will not do justice to most of the brethren. Those who did work, (about 2/3), worked like men. When all was ready to start, daylight was breaking in the east. The night was sultry and oppressive and the Saints felt it very forcibly. [p. 121]

July 14. All ready got on the train and started up the Hudson River and gladly bid adieu to New York. As we passed up the river scenery was beautiful. Many places were perfectly enchanting. Passed by West Point where youth are taught the art of war and science in case their country needs them for the service providing they graduate properly. An hour or so before we arrived at Albany, a Sister Mary Ann Watson expired through weakness & heat. She has been ailing for sometime. On our arrival at Albany the sun was very hot. We had to go about 200 from the cars to the station house, prepared for transferring to another line. In so doing, about 12 or 15 persons were sunstroke. Amongst the number was Brother Ezra J. Clark. We got him on the train and made him as comfortable as possible. Here, old Brother [Richard] Pickering was struck with death. Administered to him and he recovered. At the time he got up his wife was stricken. It required faith and work to save her. Many others had got their stroke and were suffering. Here we left Sister [Mary Ann] Watson in charge of the officers to inter as we could not attend to it. Waited hour for a couple of families who had gone into the town. Not coming in time, we started and left them to come on the next train. We started at 4:30 p.m. About 5 of the people began to get worse. 6 p.m, Brother James Caldwell, aged 70 years (from Liverpool) expired with sunstroke. It seemed as though the powers of death had got a footing and reigned supreme. Many are ill and have been since we arrived at Albany. About 8 p.m, Brother Ezra J. Clark expired. I sat and held his head and arms, about 20 or 30 minutes. His flesh felt as though hot lead was coursing through his veins ready to burst through the skin. Crossing the sea [p. 122] he was not very well, seasick considerable. In fact, all the way he being the first counselor to Brother Perry, felt in duty bound to be doing, being of a kind hearted disposition, also very sympathetic. He seemed to enter into the ills of those who surrounded him. At New York owing to anxiety to have all things going right, he over exerted himself, consequently became an easy prey to the heat at Albany. As we got into the station he called me one side and told me he felt so singular. I told him to get into the cars and take care of himself as he looked too ill to be moving round. At the same time got him some cooling drink and a piece of ice to place on his head and a chair to sit on. I told him I would see that Brother Parry had all the assistance he needed and the folks taken care of. (While at the same time my limbs were trembling under me but he was worse than I was by far,) so he need not worry. He went to the cars & I accompanied him. The heat this trip to the cars came near fetching me down for I was some of the time like one walking in a dream but managed to keep up for my vitality was strong enough to realize the position the Saints would be in if both of us were gone and Brother Parry stretched out in a couple of seats with people laboring to keep life in him. His death has cast a gloom over all, as his life with the Saints has been upright, honest, and straightforward. It has been a fit pattern to follow, always striving to do good to others. Self was the second party to look after. During his illness, Brothers Parry (Kimball, some of the time for most the time,) he assisted me, William Grant & Robinson attended to him constantly up to the last. We were compelled to leave him at Fonda Fulton Company
, New York in charge of the town officers with instructions how to conduct his funeral, by Brother Parry & myself. Everything was done [p. 123] for his comfort & recovery but to no purpose he passed away. There were so many ill, (about 30 in number,) and Brother Grant was taken while attending Brother Clark that we did not deem it advisable for any of us to remain to attend the last labors bestowed on Brother Clark, so kept on. The officers promised to see him properly laid away. I did not devote so much of my time to him as I should like to have done owing to there being so many sick but divided it the best I could as there were plenty of willing hands, always ready and so few to the suffering many. It kept me moving from one end of the train to the other to attend a call, first from one, and another, administering to the suffering the remedies of medicine we had, bathing their heads and applying ice which gave more relief than anything else we could apply. Also giving cheering words of comfort which had a good effect to keep the people in good spirits and urging them to have and exercise faith which many did and receive the blessings. After Brother Clark was taken care of, I was called to see a sister who was very ill. Soon as I saw her I knew it was the dread and almost certain fatal disease. I stayed with her and done all that lay in my power and held her head until about 11 p.m., about 2 hours off and on, when another brother came and say, "Brother Jacobs, come quick. My daughter is dying." I hastened to the spot and there found death had claimed a good and beautiful young sister by the name of Margaret, daughter of William & Martha Boulter [Boulten], 19 years of age. Another call, stayed there. A few minutes and another death scene. 11:30, the Welsh sister died. She left a husband and five small children, the youngest about 4 months. Her name was Margaret Jones, aged 30 years, husband's name Lewis T. Jones. The last death seemed to dishearten [p. 124] quite a number of those who were but slightly ill were fearfully frightened that they might be called next. It was a time of sorrow & mourning throughout the entire train. The sunstroke is not to be mistaken in its symptoms, cramps, twitching of the whole frame, shortness of breath, losing the reason, while the flesh seems as though the blood was molten lead pouring through the veins. To touch the flesh is like touching hot iron. It seems almost impossible that flesh could be so hot and not consumed. Had I not been an eyewitness I could not have believed it. The flesh has a singular as well as disagreeable and loathsome smell. The bowels are greatly relaxed. The 14th of July will be long remembered by all. I do not think it will ever be erased from my memory. I was running back and forth from one end of the train to the other until ready to drop from exhaustion. My blood seemed ready to burst through my flesh. Brother Parry insisted on my getting a little rest. Dropping into a seat, tried to sleep, but the scenes of the last few hours would not allow me to sleep. My own name seemed ringing in my ears when unconsciousness would steal over me, would start expecting to see someone dying or someone wanting me to go and attend to them in their last moments but would relapse into a state of semiconsciousness. Such scenes I have never witnessed before, the Lord being willing never wish to again.

July 15, Wednesday. It was about one o'clock last night before I held up and sit down. I did not rest well the short time I was laying down and feel poorly this morning. Owing to the heat subsiding, the Saints feel better this morning. Yet some are very low. We have had five deaths up to this morning since leaving New York. [p. 125] It is to be hoped that no more will go. The bodies of the last five we left in charge of the officer as the folks or friends of the deceased were too ill to attend to them. We reached Niagara Falls, this p.m. Crossed over the suspension bridge to the Canada side. The folks have been improving all day. Then we were transferred to cattle cars & box cars rough enough at that. None of us like it very well. The railroad men when spoken to are very short and at times almost insulting in their replies. But taking the condition of the people I do not know but the open cattle cars are the best for us as we get more fresh air and almost jolt the life out of us.

16th Thursday. Awoke up this morning and found myself jolted over or under the seat and adjoining the resting place of a man and his wife. The lady would weigh perhaps three hundred pounds. Do not know much further, would have rolled had she not been there. Brother Isaac Kimball went to sleep at the same time I did. When daylight came, he had got jolted across the car and lodged under a couple of seats. People were scattered all over the car owing to the rough riding and jolting. We got got [SIC] up after about three hours. Broken sleep. The Saints are feeling much better this morning. Passed through Canada. Saw some of the lakes. At Detroit we left our cars and ferried across the river and found a respectable train awaiting us. Owing to the recent illness it was a heavy task to get the people all on the boot & the train. Here we were compelled to leave an aged sister who was unable to travel owing to the sunstroke at Albany. We left her in charge of some people. Brother Parry is acquainted with. Got some refreshment & I stood very much in need of. Got the people all aboard and started. Quite a number are still ill. [p. 126] The railroad men are very kind, so much different from the Canada people. I do not think they can get my forgiveness for the treatment of our people.

17, Friday. Came to Chicago. Through some misunderstanding, considerable trouble & in consequence had to remain here all day and another night. Ran around town. Some purchased a pair of pants for $ 8.00, shirt for $2.50, a coat $3.50, handkerchief .50 cents. Had supper. Back to the station. Very near exhausted. Arranged the people for the night. Here we saw the first signs of discontent amongst the people. Four or five wished to remain. About 9 p.m. set a guard all round the station.

18, Sat. Last night laid down about 12 midnight consequently feel very little rested, besides the guard called me up a couple of times between 12 and 3 to look after some prowlers. Gave them to understand if they did not leave they would be shot at, hit or no hit. They concluded to leave and did not trouble us anymore. After considerable trouble, we were all jammed into the cars, some box, a few coaches for the sick and aged. It was all Brother Parry, Kimball, & myself could do to persuade the people to fill up the trains. Considerable dissatisfaction cropped out. The flame was fed by evil-designing men who tried to persuade our sisters to remain. Other wicked characters trying to get our peoples' money and to discourage them. At last we started west. No one can tell how relieved I felt. It seemed as we left Chicago, a monstrous load was rolled off my shoulders.

19, Sun. Yesterday and today we are passing through Illinois, the state where our beloved prophet & his brother were murdered. Our coming had been heralded in advance. Considerable excitement in consequence [p. 127] as we passed through. We are the first company of Mormons ever passing through the country on cars. Considerable anxiety to see some live Mormons. Some were very rough & insulting while others were more civil. At one station, Isaac Kimball had to boot one fellow. He could not get past the guard stationed at the doors of the cars and was getting into one of the windows as Isaac grabbed him and snaked him not very gently to the platform, giving him a sling, he went headlong about 12 feet. Another fellow interfering, I told him he had better pass on he looked at me and thought so too. Five others then stepped up. We met them halfway and wanted to know how much they wanted. They made some threats and turned off. Both yesterday and today all along the route they have looked at us as if we were wild beasts. I asked several smart folks how they enjoyed the show. Others would try to force themselves into the cars to insult the people. Came near having several [- -] because I would not be run over. Today the people seem to be gradually improving. If this weather lasts and does not get any warmer, we will be alright. The country is beautiful and rolling.

20, Mon. This morning found us at Council Bluffs at 8 a.m. Run to the river after a great deal of trouble in transferring people & baggage ferried over to Omaha. Here we met Brother John Brown, our agent for the Church. He knew nothing about forwarding us so he said it is a regular burlesque somewhere. He must have been asleep or something of the sort for he knew we could not remain here long. So Brother Parry & I had to make all the arrangements as there were none made before. Had to change cars, walk, and tramp through the hot [p. 130] letting them as I left if they were not better [UNCLEAR]. When I came back would draw them over any knee found many other suffering, looked after them the best we could. When the cars came to the switch we wore on, got on board. When I went to the old couple, they were sitting up looking bright as two roses, eating a lunch. Complimented them as looking so well for dead people. Got them onto the train with the others. When the people saw the boxcars draw up there was considerable murmuring and fault finding. But finally got under way just before we reached the first station out of Omaha. Sister Woods spirit went home to her maker. She was about 30 years of age, loved and respected by all. We left her in charge of the people of the station as we could not remain to see to her buried. As we were leaving the station looked on and saw Sister Kate Worley going after some water. Called, she thought she had time and kept going. I ran after her, catching hold of her, threw the water out taking hold of her hand ran fast as we could just catching hold of the last car as it was passing. Boosting her on came near losing my hold, but managed to catch a firm hold and scramble on. In about an hour after we left, one of the sisters was seized with an evil spirit, so bad that it required four persons to hold her down to prevent her from jumping off the train. Brothers Parry Kimball & myself had to administer to her three different times. The last time I was mouth, it required muscular force to get the oil between her teeth, but after we got through rebuking the spirits she became quiet. They left her very weak, and soon began to move round as the cool of the evening came on, the saints began to improve in health and feelings. I think I know how to sympathize [p. 131] with a soul redeemed and is permitted to leave its place of lament, for the further I got from another the better my spirits were, is the feeling of ever demonstration and a measure more unprincipled lot, is hard to find.

21 Tues. During the night we rattled along, I tried to get some sleep about 11 pm, could not find a place to stretch out, only in a box car. Before laying down went through the train and knocked the end of the car so that a whole large enough to admit a mans body & air was made.I laid down on a bench, overcome with fatigue and felt as though another day like yesterday would give one transportation to the home of the blessed, and departed friends. I was so exhausted did not know when I rolled off the bench between 12 & 1, felt cramped and crowded, woke up found that during my sleep about 18 women and children had piled into the car and I was among them. Sister with child 7 or 8 months old was next to me as one deals & youngsters on the other with their feet and legs scattered all over me becoming overolled onto the baby's legs which set it to crying. That woke the mother, and fishing after the body's leg found me. As she punched me in the ribs she screamed, that woke me as well as everyone in the car. Her husband came over to see what was the matter, said "man in the car." I took it all in, in a moment and stepped, stumbled & crawled over the folks until I got to the center of the car, and began talking. Considerable excitement struck matches no one to be seen. Finally the conclusion was arrived at, that one of the train men had come through the hole in the car and made the escape. At that, I went back got on my bench and lay in peace with the exception of children crying, grunts, groans, snores & the jolting of the cars, [p. 132] but I was resting, and that was what I needed for looking after the sick & seeing to so much, I was all but gone. Brothers Parry & Kimball done all they could, and then with all of us there was plenty we could not do. During the day we passed many places familiar to one crossing the plains so many times. At Platte City we picked up a niece of Mr. Standish if she is not married she had ought to be and that pretty soon found several stowaways. Bundled them out of the car, about dark one of the brethren pushed a soldier off the cars to for his meanness and insulting language. He had no business amongst us and would not leave when invited. Began to call hard names and finished on the ground at his leisure. We did not stop to pick him up, but all right.

July 22 Wed. Last night a brother and his wife had three seats for them and their children by putting the children on the floor I had a seat for the night and slept very little to tired and exhausted. During the night passed [UNCLEAR, POSSIBLY Julesburg] where we took the train last year. I remember the place well. Came near dying with Cholera. We came rolling in Poles Creek over to Cheyenne called the fast city. Just after we started had to push another fellow off the train for insulting the sisters. Crossed the hills, also the Dale Creek Bridge a very nice piece of work 80 ft high and I think near 500 feet long, very nice piece of engineering. While coming down onto Laramie Plains to get fresh air I ran on top of the box car with looking and the balmy effects of the air I fell asleep. Came near rolling off the car, but fortunately did not or else it would have been instant death. Arrived at Laramie, here we met the citizens from the blessed city and territory sent down after the immigrant. It took two different trains of wagons to take ourselves & baggage to camp. [p. 133] Here we met Brother Horace S. Eldredge the immigration agent was pleased to see him. He had all the baggage dumped out of the wagons, and every one claim their own, and then was allotted to the wagons to be occupied the remainder of the journey, ranging from 10 to 18 persons to the wagon old & young. I am pleased to note the sick are mending, the solution is a novel one for the people dumped out of the cars and jammed into the wagons, to cook & eat, & sleep on the ground. A good many noses are very lofty, but will gradually come down in time.

24 Fri. This is the 21st anniversary of the pioneers entering the valley of the great Salt Lake. Owing to some unsettled business with Bro Elderedge we cannot move camp so lay over and rested, showing the folks how to use wood, buffalo chips & baskets. Early this morning issued rations to the company. Our company is comprised of of 31 wagons, 138 head of animals, 31 teamsters, 4 night herders (who look after the animals during the night), 1 Captain, his name is Joseph Rollins, 1 Chaplain, John Parry, 1 Sargent of the Guard (Isaac Kimball), 1 Clerk of Train, Z. Jacobs & about 375 souls of the immigrants. . . . [p. 134]

. . . we started for home, rolled down Parley Canyon out on the bench where I could catch a glimpse of the valley I have so longed for. Then came a view in the distance of the city I love so will. My feelings can be better imagined than described on viewing mountains, valley, lake & city. After an absence of 13 months & five days to see them made my heart over flow with gratitude to my Father & God for his preserving care over me. In the course of time we arrived in the city traveling along the streets & viewing seems so familiar to my gaze. It seemed like a dream. My thought were varied as I contrasted my present position with that of a few weeks ago when leaving England's shore . . . . [p. 144]

BIB: Jacobs, Zebulon. Reminiscences and diaries, fd. 3. pp. 114-34,144. (CHL)
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