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Saga of the Sanpitch Volume 13, 1981 - Sanpete County

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that a young fourteen-year- old boy has had a vision. The Heavenly Fa<strong>the</strong>r and Jesus Christ had come to him<br />

and given him a golden book with a new religion written on it."<br />

Peter and Dorothy became very interested and decided that Peter and Rasmus should go to <strong>the</strong> next<br />

meeting and hear for <strong>the</strong>mselves. As <strong>the</strong>y went, Dorothy sought <strong>the</strong> Lord in prayer and asked that <strong>the</strong>y might<br />

know <strong>the</strong> truth.<br />

So impressed was Dorothy, that she took her knitting and decided to wait up until Peter's return.<br />

About twelve o'clock he came, and a new light was in his eyes.<br />

"Oh, Dorothy, I believe we have found <strong>the</strong> truth at last."<br />

They sat until morning marveling over <strong>the</strong> wondrous story.<br />

Next evening Peter and Rasmus stayed at home with <strong>the</strong> children while Dorothy and Caroline went to<br />

<strong>the</strong> meeting. When Dorothy returned, her face was radiant with new life. She had found her God. So strong<br />

was <strong>the</strong> blood <strong>of</strong> Israel in her, that she recognized Him at <strong>the</strong> first call. So thankful were <strong>the</strong>y to receive <strong>the</strong><br />

truth, that <strong>the</strong>y went among <strong>the</strong>ir relatives spreading <strong>the</strong> glad news. But what was <strong>the</strong> matter? On almost<br />

every hand ridicule and abuse met <strong>the</strong>m.<br />

Dorothy's bro<strong>the</strong>r and sisters sought valiantly to rescue <strong>the</strong>ir baby sister from what <strong>the</strong>y thought was<br />

witchcraft or a snare laid by Satan.<br />

Soon <strong>the</strong> spirit <strong>of</strong> ga<strong>the</strong>ring came upon <strong>the</strong>m and <strong>the</strong>y planned to leave all and go to America. This<br />

enraged her bro<strong>the</strong>rs so much that one night <strong>the</strong>y ga<strong>the</strong>red a mob and came to kill Peter so that he could not<br />

take <strong>the</strong>ir sister into <strong>the</strong> great unknown America. As <strong>the</strong>y came to <strong>the</strong> door demanding Peter, Dorothy met<br />

<strong>the</strong>m and held <strong>the</strong>m <strong>the</strong>re while Peter slipped out <strong>the</strong> back door. But where should he go? Everywhere <strong>the</strong><br />

mob!<br />

Suddenly he saw <strong>the</strong> old, black wash kettle, and tipping it, he slipped under it. He was none too soon,<br />

as <strong>the</strong> mob rushed around <strong>the</strong> house threatening to kill him, could <strong>the</strong>y only find him. But <strong>the</strong> Lord blinded<br />

<strong>the</strong>ir eyes and he escaped. Failing to get hold <strong>of</strong> him enraged <strong>the</strong>m so, <strong>the</strong>y broke all <strong>the</strong> windows in <strong>the</strong><br />

house. Baby Hannah, asleep in her crib, was covered with pieces <strong>of</strong> broken glass, but not one piece pierced<br />

her little body.<br />

From <strong>the</strong>n on, it was impossible to stay in <strong>the</strong>ir loved home. Their relatives were enemies, <strong>the</strong>ir<br />

friends, and strangers. Soon <strong>the</strong>ir beautiful home and farm were sold. At last <strong>the</strong> packing was done and <strong>the</strong><br />

time to say goodbye had come.<br />

What heartaches for <strong>the</strong>m all, when <strong>the</strong> children were forced to leave one cherished toy after ano<strong>the</strong>r.<br />

Just before handing <strong>the</strong> key to <strong>the</strong> new owner, Baby Hannah ran back, grabbed up her pretty purple parasol<br />

and clung to it frantically. "Well, keep it, dear, if it will comfort you any." And so amid tears and sighs, it began<br />

its long journey.<br />

Soon <strong>the</strong>y were upon <strong>the</strong> rolling waters. All <strong>the</strong> new scenes and friends made <strong>the</strong> children forget <strong>the</strong>ir<br />

homesickness. Not so with <strong>the</strong> gentle Dorothy. The worry and care <strong>of</strong> <strong>the</strong> children, <strong>the</strong> poor food and <strong>the</strong><br />

constant motion <strong>of</strong> <strong>the</strong> ship began to tell on her delicate constitution, and as <strong>the</strong>y journeyed on, she became<br />

too weak to leave her bed. With sinking heart, Peter watched her decline.<br />

All journeys end, no matter how long, and this was no exception. As <strong>the</strong>y reached St. Louis after sailing<br />

up <strong>the</strong> Mississippi, word was passed that <strong>the</strong> Government Inspector was coming. This ordeal was <strong>the</strong> fear <strong>of</strong><br />

all. It meant that <strong>the</strong> well were forced to go on, and <strong>the</strong> sick were taken to some quarantine hospital to die<br />

alone among strangers, or recover as best <strong>the</strong>y could. The horror <strong>of</strong> this seized Dorothy, and begging Peter to<br />

assist her to put on her clo<strong>the</strong>s, she grabbed her sun bonnet and drew it well down over her face. Mary<br />

brought her mo<strong>the</strong>r a bowl <strong>of</strong> broth and bread. When <strong>the</strong> Inspector came, he passed by with, "Well enough to<br />

eat. You can pass."<br />

Poor Peter could see that our Heavenly Fa<strong>the</strong>r would soon give her a pass into His Celestial Kingdom.<br />

Gently carrying her to her bed and calling <strong>the</strong> children, he held her in his loving arms until her spirit took its<br />

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