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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 24 |
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Show 22 FED WITH QUAILS. I was taken sick, and sent for my family to return to me. My wife and two children were taken sick the day after their arrival. We found shelter in a miserable hut, some distance from water. One day I made an effort to get some water for my suffer-ing family, but failed through weakness. Night came on, and my family were burning with fever and calling for water. These very trying circumstances called up some bitter feel-ings within me. It seemed as though in this, my terrible extremity, the Lord permitted the devil to ivy me, for just then a Methodist class leader came along, and remarked that I was in a very bad situation. He assured me that he had a comfortable house that I could move into, and that he had plenty of everything, and would assist me if I would renounce " Mormonism." I refused, and he passed on. I afterwards knelt down and asked the Lord to pity us in our miserable condition, and to soften the heart of some one to administer to us in our affliction. About an hour after this, a man by the name of William Johnson came with a three gallon jug full of water, set it down and said: U I came home this evening, weary, having been working with a threshing machine during the day, but, when I lay down I could not sleep ; something told me that you were suffering for water. I took this jug, went over to Ouster's well and got this for you. I feel now as though I could go home and sleep. I have plenty of chickens and other things at my house, that are good for sick people. When you need anything I will let you have it. 7 ' I knew this was from the Lord in answer to my prayer. The following day the quails came out of the thickets, and were so easily caught that I picked up what I needed without difficulty. I afterwards learned that the camps of the Saints had been supplied with food in the same way. The spring following these events my eldest brother came from Pottawatomie Co., Iowa, with a team to take me home with him. While preparing to leave, the team became frightened, ran along a steep side hill, capsized the wagon, and I was thrown down the hill and the load came on the top of me. |