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Jacob Hamblin, a narrative of his personal experience, as a frontiersman, missionary to the Indians and explorer, [microform] disclosing interpositions of Providence, severe privations, perilous situations and remarkable escapes. Fifth book of the faith-p - Page 19 |
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Show WHISPERING OF THE SPIRIT. 17 Wejourneyed through Derrytown, Hagerstown, Sharpsburg and Antietam, and preached in the States of Pennsylvania, Virginia and Maryland. We visited some places where branches of the Church had been previously organized. The way appeared to be opening up for a good work to be done in that country, when, about the 4th of July, news reached me that the Prophet, about whom I had preached so much, had been shot bj^ a mob when confined in jail. I did not believe the report until I offered to preach to those who were gathered around me in the small town of Mechanics-burg. They manifested a spirit of exultation, and a feeling of deep gloom passed over me. I felt more like weeping than preaching. I concluded to hunt up my companion, from whom I was then separated. For this purpose I started for Hagerstown, where I hoped to find him, or learn of his whereabouts. I had traveled about a mile when I came to a cross road, and the Spirit whispered to me, " Stop here, and Brother Myers will soon be along. ' ' I remained on the spot about ten minutes, when I saw him coming, with his hat in one hand and his valise in the other. He did not believe that the Prophet was killed. We journeyed together to Lightersburg. After meeting and passing [ many people, the Spirit indicated to us that a man on the opposite side of the street was an Elder in Israel. It proved to be a Latter- day Saint Elder, who had reliable infomation of the murder of the Prophet Joseph and the Patriarch Hyrum Smith. He also informed us that the Elders who were abroad were all called home. On the 15th of July, 1844, when taking leave of a small branch of the Church in Lightersburg, one of the sisters offered me some money that she had earned in the harvest field. I took one dollar, and told her that I could get home with that. After starting, I began to reflect on my situation. I must travel on the river steamers from Pittsburg to Nauvoo, via Cincinnati and St. Louis, and I had only two dollars in my pocket. I had been often surprised, when traveling on foot at the pains people would take to invite me to ride or to step into a |