Miracles in My Life - J. N. Loughborough

to me, came to a close.
July 17, I left Marion for Waukon, and in
passing over the railroad in Dubuque, I witnessed
some of the ravages of the Wapsipinicon River
which had risen 12 to 15 feet during the continuous
rains. Large fields of corn and splendid gardens in
the valleys had been swept away. Nearly every
railroad bridge west of Dubuque was carried away.
And when the water fell to its usual depth, old and
safe fords had been gullied out to the extent that
quite a number of teams and persons were drowned
in the new gulfs.
On Friday, July 28, Elder George Butler took
Elder Brinkerhoff and me in his carriage to West
Union. When we came to Cleremont, we found the
bridge over Turkey River gone and the fords
impassable. The only means of crossing was in
small row boats. It was only two hours from the
time of our next meeting, and it was seven miles
from the opposite side of the stream. Since it was
20 miles to the nearest bridge, we decided to cross
in the skiff. Our baggage, the harness, and wagon
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