The English Rose

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Title Saga of the Sanpitch Vol 07
Subject Pioneers
Description Stories and poems about early Southern Utah Pioneers
Publisher Snow College
Date 1975
Type Text
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Language eng
Rights Management Snow College
Holding Institution Snow College
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Date Created 2005-02-26
Date Modified 2005-02-26
ID 325315
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Title The English Rose
Description until God gives us understanding. But Aggie, thank God we heard!" Miss and I sat silently many moments before either spoke. I pondered my belief in the gospel , and Miss, I am sure, reaffirmed her support of Mr. Hall. Then I spoke: "It is getting cool, Miss. We had better go inside." I slept lightly that night. I had first planted the idea of emigrating to Utah into the thought of this house. Now one whose thoughts I had led was about to leave. The realization and the dream whirled through my head. About midnight, I heard footsteps in the hall, and sat up in bed, frightened and expectant. I heard a soft tap at my door, and Miss saying, "Aggie, are you awake? May I come in?" I got out of bed and opened the door. Miss was still dressed in her afternoon frock. I knew she had not slept. "Aggie," she began, "Terence cannot go to Utah alone. He must have someone with him," "He'll travel with a company of saints, Miss." "He will still be alone in a company," Miss broke in. "He cannot travel without someone who knows him, someone who helped him believe. He isn'tt strong, Aggie. If one of us is not near him, he may loose his faith. "I cannot be the one to go, Aggie. He forbids me to go until he has made a place for us. Are you ready? You want to go to Utah; you have spoken of nothing else since your baptism. You can still reach Liverpool before the boat sails. I will give you extra money . . ." I couldn't hear correctly, of that I was certain. Miss sending me to Utah six months before I had hoped to go, to watch a man of little faith? But I went to Utah with Mr. Hall, leaving Miss alone in England. Our journey was difficult, filled, I thought with discomforts; and my finding discomforts there has been a source of embarrassment and repentance ever since. We came on a good ship, and crossed teh plains by train; our trials were nothing compared to those who had gone before. It was a difficult thing keeping Mr. Hall in qood spirits. Midway across the Atlantic he began to doubt the wisdom of his choice, and wanted to return to England to get Miss. His whims change with the tide. On the same day he had doubted, he later was firmly convinced that he had done right. But his disappointment in the Great Salt Lake Valley cannot be measured. He had expected, I'm sure, the Celestial Kingdom raised above the desert. The stark, brown reality of Salt Lake City was too desperate for him. We arrived in Salt Lake City in October, during the General Conference of the Church. Within a week I had met and married a Dane, also new in Utah. My marriage was short-lived, though; a month later my husband was killed in an accident in a canyon above Salt Lake. The city held sorrow for me now, and I left as quickly as I could. A man in Fountain Green had advertised -17-
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Source Saga of the Sanpitch Vol. 7
Setname snowc_sts
Date Created 2005-02-19
Date Modified 2005-02-19
ID 325295
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