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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 141 |
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Show MY LAST INTERVIEW WITH PRESIDENT YOUNG. 139 Arriving at the crossing of the Colorado, south, of St. George, we found that the flour and meat we had left there had been used, but we obtained some wheat which we boiled and lived on for five days, or until our arrival in St. George. I gave President Young an account of my trip. I had con-siderable additional conversation with him, in which he said to me: ' l l know your history. You have always kept the Church and Kingdom of God first and foremost in your mind. That is right. There is no greater gift than that. If there are any men who have cleared their skirts of the blood of this generation, I believe you are one of them, and you can have all the blessings there are for any men in the temple. ' ' It was the last time I talked with President Young. He died the following August. The assurance that the Lord and His servant accepted my labors up to that time, has been a great comfort to me. In the spring of 1877 I thought I would try to raise a crop. 1 found that the land had been so divided in the Kanab field, that what was considered my share was nearly worthless. I sowed some wheat, but it proved a failure. Some time in August I gathered up a little grain, and started for the mill, about one mile and a half above Kanab, in the canyon. On the way I met an expressman, who had directions for me to start forthwith to the Navajoe country, with Deputy- sheriff Fouts, of Richfield. A criminal had broken from jail, and it was believed that we could prevent his escape. I took my horses from the wagon, agreed with another man to do my milling, and in a very short time was on ray way for the crossing of the Colorado. Here we first learned of the death of President B. Young. We learned that the man we were in pursuit of had not crossed there. It was thought advisable to visit the Moquis agency, and make arrangements to secure his arrest should he appear in that part of the country. We traveled one hundred and fifty miles east, in the hot days of August. In passing through the Moquis towns, we found the people making much ado to bring rain to save their crops. They |