. . . My mother joined the church when a young girl, but my father could never see the light of the gospel. Father followed the sea all of his life and was drowned while at work in 1868, at the age of 38 years. . . .

. . . Mother emigrated with four small children in 1872 leaving Liverpool October 16, 1872 on the S. L. Minnesota. The first few days on ship were very pleasant. Then we encountered a terrible storm. The ship was badly broken up and the hatchway was nailed down and we were without food or drink for forty-eight hours. One of the portholes being broken we were drenched and had to be carried from place to place. I was only eleven years old and was very frightened. During the worst of the storm the dear old captain told us to be of good cheer for he always felt assured he would be safe if he had Mormon emigrants on board.

We landed in New York October 29, 1872 at Castle Garden, remaining overnight, the Saints occupying a round bed. The next day, October 30, 1872, we boarded the train for Utah, Thomas Dobson being in charge of the company. The Brooklyn Bridge was but partly finished. We could only go halfway across on the train, walking the rest of the way. As we crossed the country we were amazed at the sight of Indians and buffalo and the grandeur of the Rocky Mountains.

We arrived at Sessions, a few miles north of Salt Lake City, about November 7, 1872. We were met by kind friends, a Brother and Sister George Noble, friends that we know in England, who gave us a home for a few weeks, after which mother with some of the children moved to Salt Lake City, leaving me to work for William Wood, later known as the pioneer butcher of Salt Lake. . . .[p. 1]

BIB: Vincent, Mary Ellison. Autobiography (formerly in Msd 2050), p. 1. (CHL).
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