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where we were harangued by General Clark at considerable length.
The speech was very abusive, as can be learned by reading it farther
on in this pamphlet. Before introducing the speech we will state a
number of interesting facts which occurred about that time. There
was in existence the Fifty-third Regiment of Missouri Militia, under the
command of Col. George M. Hinkle, who held a commission signed by
the Governor of the state.

There was times of trouble when it became necessary for Colonel

Hinkle to call out the militia, consequently our movements were in
accordance with the laws of Missouri. On the 30th of October, 1838,
Neil Gillam was at the head of a mob who were disguised as wild
Indians. They were painted, and Gillam himself was arrayed as an
Indian chief. The mob had been burning houses and driving the
Mormons’ stock away from their owners, taking prisoners, etc.
Colonel Hinkle ordered out a company of militia, about 150 in
number, to endeavor to learn the intentions of Gillam and others,
who were camping on Log Creek, near Far West. I was one of those
under Col. Hinkle, and we all were on horseback. We soon learned
that their intentions were hostile. A flag of truce in the hands of
Charles C. Rich was shot at during the day, and our company was cut
off from Far West by a line of battle being formed between us and
our homes. Colonel Hinkle returned from the front of our line with his
military coat off, saying that there were hardly enough of us to allow
a mouthful apiece for the numerous hosts before us. He seemed
excited and fearfully frightened, and for this and other reasons I have
always believed this accounted for his conduct on that occasion. We
retreated fifteen miles (instead of five miles, from where we were), to
Far West, arriving about the time the troops were nearing the city.
They were marching with red flags, which were interspersed and
mixed up with Gillam’s command of painted faces. Our company
coming into Far West on the gallop, created quite a sensation, as we
were mistaken for the enemy coming in from two different points.
We, however, soon proved ourselves to be friends, and were just in
time to extend the line already formed in defense of the [p.37] city.
Our adversaries were in the ratio of about ten to one of us, which
looked rather serious for a little handful of members of the Church of
Jesus Christ of Latter-day Saints.

The Prophet came along after our arrival and said:

“Fear them not; God is for us, and there are more for us than there
are against us [meaning the hosts of heaven were on our side.] God
and liberty is the watchword,” said Joseph. “Fear them not, for their
hearts are cold as cucumbers.”

Night was fast approaching, and flags of truce were passing between
the two lines, by which we learned that this formidable army was
sent out by Governor Boggs with orders to exterminate us. It was
finally concluded not to murder us that night, so the army withdrew
until the next morning, when they intended to make a final end of
Mormonism. They camped for the night on Goose Creek, one mile
away from the city. Thus ended one of the most eventful days of our
lives. It fell to my lot to stand guard that night, and the worst
confusion and disorder ever witnessed by human beings existed in
the enemy’s camp. This, with unearthly yelling and howling, produced
a real pandemonium very much resembling my idea of hell. A sort of
breast-work was constructed during the night, made principally of
wagons, house logs, etc. A dark and dreary night was that. On the
following day, October 31st, we were preparing to meet death, if
necessary, rather than surrender our religion to a mob. We trusted in
the Lord, however, and a better way was prepared. Colonel Hinkle
had been communicating with the enemy during the day, and in the
afternoon Joseph Smith and others passed over the breast-works
near where I and others were on duty. Colonel Hinkle lead the party
to meet the enemy, where he betrayed them into their hands. This
treachery on his part turned out for the best, for God suffers offences
to come, as in the case of Judas, “but woe to him by whom they
come.”

On the following day, November 1st, 1838, we were marched into a

hollow square just outside of the city, where we delivered up about
630 guns, grounded our arms, and advanced to the center of the
square, where the small arms and swords were left in a pile. The late
Bishop McRae gave six cuts with his sword and a pointer in the
ground and left his sword sticking there. We were left without the
means of self-defense and at the mercy of a conscienceless set of
ignorant, prejudiced people, many of whom, like St. Paul before his
conversion, acted as if they were doing God’s service in destroying
property and abusing the Mormons. My widowed mother’s house was
plundered and my sister, now living here in Utah, had her clothes
taken from her in open day, leaving her destitute of her necessary
apparel.

General Wilson, who was one of the mobbers in Jackson County, was
in company with Joseph Smith soon after he was condemned to be
shot. Joseph asked General Wilson what he had done that he should
be treated with such indignity, stating that he had always been a
supporter of the Constitution and of good government. Wilson’s reply
was:

“I know it, and that is the reason I want to kill you, or have you
killed.”

Subsequently this same Wilson said to P. P. Pratt and others:

“We Jackson County boys know how it is, [p.38] and therefore have not
the extreme hatred and prejudice which characterizes the rest of the
troops. We know perfectly well from the beginning that the Mormons
have not been the aggressors at all. As it began in 1833 in Jackson
County, Mo., so it has been ever since.… We mob you without law; the
authorities refuse to protect you according to law, you then are
compelled to protect yourselves, and we act upon the prejudices of
the public, who join our forces and the whole is legalized for your
destruction and our gain … When we drove you from Jackson County
we burned 203 of your houses, plundered your goods, destroyed your
press, type and paper, books, office and all—tarred and feathered old
Bishop Partridge—as exemplary an old man as you can find anywhere.
We shot down some of your men, and if any of you returned the fire,
we imprisoned you and had you on trial for murder. D—d shrewdly
done, gentlemen; and I came d—d near kicking the bucket myself; for
on one occasion while we were tearing down houses, driving families
 and destroying and plundering goods, some of you good folks put a
ball through my son’s body, and another through the arm of my clerk,
and a third pierced my shirt collar and marked my neck. No blame,
gentlemen; we deserved it, and let a set of men serve me as your
community have been served, and I’ll be d—d if I would not fight till I
died.”

Most certainly this was an honest confession, and I can certify to

nearly all of his acknowledgments, for I have been driven from my
home and robbed of my hard-earned property more than once. There
are many others besides General Wilson who have acknowledged to
the same things, for I have personally heard them.

When the brethren were being hurried away, as prisoners, from their
homes, P. P. Pratt says:

“I went to General Moses Wilson in tears, and stated the

circumstances of my sick, heart-broken, destitute family, in terms
which would have moved any heart that had a latent spark of
humanity yet remaining, but I was only answered with an exultant
laugh and a taunt of reproach by this hardened murderer. Halting at
the door of Hyrum Smith, I heard the sobs and groans of his wife at
Hyrum’s parting. She was then near confinement and needed more
than ever the comfort and consolation of a husband’s presence. As we
returned to the wagon we witnessed the sad, parting of Sidney Rigdon
and his family, and in the same wagon was Joseph Smith, while his
aged father and mother came up overwhelmed with tears, and took
each of the prisoners by the hand with a silence of grief too great for
utterance.

Little encouragement was left to those grief-stricken parents, for they

knew so well that they were in the hands of a mob who had snatched
and dragged them away as if they were murderers. Fresh to their
minds was recalled a scene that took place in earlier days, when,
close to their own thresholds, a demon in human form, in the dark
hour of the night, had fired at their son, just barely missing him.
There were fifty-six citizens thus dragged away from their homes,
without any earthly hope of deliverance, only as in God they put their
trust. Judge King said to H. C. Kimball:
“Joe Smith is not fit to live.”

For further light concerning the good or evil wishes of this great mob
of Missourians, we will now return to the public square to hear the
abusive words of General Clark. Addressing the Mormons he said:

“It now devolves upon you to fulfill a treaty that you have entered
into.

“1st.—Your leading men be given up to be tried according to the law.

This you have already complied with.

“2nd.—That you deliver up your arms. This has been attended to

[which we did, surrounded by the mob, some of whom I heard say,
‘Now we have got their arms, it is as good as death to them.']

“3rd.—That you sign over your properties to defray the expenses of

the war. This you have also done.

“4th.—That you leave the state forthwith. And whatever may be your
feelings concerning this, or whatever your innocence, it is nothing to
me. General Lucas (whose [p.39] military rank is equal to mine) has
made this treaty with you, and I approve of it. I should have done the
same. I am determined to see it executed. The character of this state
has suffered almost beyond redemption. And we deem it as an act of
justice to restore her character to its former standing among the
states by every proper means. The orders of the Governor to me
were, that you should be exterminated, and not allowed to remain in
the state. And had not your leaders been given up, and the terms of
the treaty complied with, before this time you and your families would
have been destroyed and your houses in ashes.

“There is a discretionary power vested in my hands, which,

considering your circumstances, I shall exercise for a season. You are
indebted to me for this clemency. I do not say you shall go now, but
you must not think if staying here another season or of putting in
crops; for, if you do, the citizens will be upon you. If I am called here
again in case of non-compliance of a treaty made, do not think that I
shall do as I have done now. You need not expect any mercy, but
extermination. For I am determined the Governor’s orders shall be
executed.
 “As for your leaders, do not think, do not imagine for a moment, do
not let it enter into your minds, that they shall be delivered and
restored to you again for their fate is fixed, their die is cast. Their
doom is sealed. I am sorry, very sorry, gentlemen, to see so many
intelligent men found in this situation. Oh! if I could invoke the Great
Spirit, the unknown God—[I suppose without body, parts or passions]
—to rest upon and deliver you from that awful chain of superstition,
and liberate you from those fetters of fanaticism with which you are
bound, that you no longer do homage to a man! My advice is that you
become as other citizens, let by a recurrence of these events you
bring upon yourselves irretrievable ruin.”

It vividly recurs to my mind that at the closing of General Clark’s hard

talk, G. M. Hinkle also spoke to the large body of Saints, saying:

“I would advise you all to do as I have done, for I have got my hand
out of the lion’s mouth, and I intend to keep it out hereafter.”

It may not be out of place to relate a statement made to me by E. B.

Tripp, who authorizes me to use his name, regarding George M.
Hinkle, whose hand he said was out of the lion’s mouth (taking his
own word for it.) Elder. E. B. Tripp says:

“In 1852, I lived in Wapelo, Louisa Co., Iowa G. M. Hinkle, a stranger

to me, came into my drug store. He introduced himself to me, saying:
‘This is Mr. Tripp, I understand. I hear that you are going to Utah, and
I would like to have a private talk with you. I am the man who
betrayed Joseph Smith and others into the hands of the mob in
Missouri. I am a miserable man, and scarce know what to do with
myself. I would be willing to lay down my life if this would atone for
the sin I committed. What can I do, Mr. Tripp, for I know Mormonism
is true?”

This is the substance of the conversation as reported by Brother

Tripp, who save him some good advice before he parted with him.
Thomas B. Marsh, one of the Twelve Apostles, apostatized during this
dark hour of Missouri persecution. I saw him and heard him speak
then, and also when he came to Utah and was rebaptized. I heard
him confess with deep regret, saying:
“Look at my trembling limbs and see the fate of an apostate, for I am
a wreck, but Mormonism is true, and I advise you not to do as I have
done, in my apostasy.”

Gen. John C. Bennett, who once flourished in Nauvoo, apostatized

because of his iniquities. He died in Polk City, Iowa, a miserable
wreck, debased and degraded. When I was in Iowa on a mission I
learned of a party who once had a rope around his neck and over a
limb. At that time he barely escaped being hung up like a dog.

Prior to Joseph and Hyrum Smith, and others, being marched to

Liberty jail, General Lucas allowed the prisoners to see for a few
moments, in the presence of their guards, their weeping [p.40] wives
and children. Most of them were not permitted to speak, being
merely allowed to look at them before being hurried away.

Mary Fielding Smith, wife of Hyrum Smith, a few days after his
painful parting from her husband, became a mother. The favored
child thus born amidst those warlike scenes is today known as Joseph
Fielding Smith, Counselor to the First Presidency.

The brethren were taken to Independence, Jackson County, Missouri,

to be murdered by those who only a few years before drove the
Saints from the country, murdering some, tarring and feathering
others, and expelling the remainder without color of law.
Notwithstanding this, on Sunday, November 4th, 1838, the Prophet
preached to many who gathered around them. The officers, finding
that the people’s feelings were softened into tears of sympathy, had
them removed to Richmond, where they were chained down as
felons and then removed to Liberty jail.

In September, 1888, in company with Elder Andrew Jenson and

Bishop Black, of Deseret, I visited this place, also Far West and
Adam-Ondi-Ahman. This trip brought vividly before me many sayings
of the Prophet, more particularly of his speaking of the Garden of
Eden, which he said was situated at Independence, which is only
about ten miles to the northwest of Liberty jai. The Prophet said it
had been manifested unto him that here was where our Father Adam
was placed, and where his home was until his fall, when he was
driven out into the dreary world, and from thence he took his
departure northeast about seventy miles, to where a stake of Zion
was located, and it was named Adam-Ondi-Ahman by revelation. This
knowledge makes this land, which is good and greatly blessed, all the
more attractive to the Saints, and creates a desire to cherish not only
the memory of the land, but this loathsome jail as well, which is now
going to ruins.

The Bible tells us about the Garden of Eden, and why not locate it
here in this goodly land as well as any other part of the earth? Many
changes have taken place since Adam’s time, as, for instance, the
great deluge and the division of the earth in the days of Peleg. Again,
at the crucifixion, when the solid rocks were rent, mountains cast up,
and great convulsions took place on the face of the whole earth. All
of these events would naturally tend to make it difficult to locate the
Garden without revelation, and this is how I became informed on this
subject. I was with the Prophet Joseph Smith sixty miles northeast of
Liberty jail in 1838, less than one year before he was imprisoned
there. We were standing with others on the hill Adam-Ondi-Ahman.
The Prophet said, pointing to a mound of stones:

“There is where Father Adam built an altar when he was driven from
the Garden of Eden and offered up sacrifice unto the Lord.”

He further said that the Garden of Eden was in or near

Independence, the center stake of Zion. I thought it a great privilege
to be at that time with the Prophet, and to hear his words regarding
the mound and pile of rocks laid up at so early a period of the world’s
history.

Three years ago I visited the same altar with deep interest, and also
the spot of ground where the Prophet received the revelation,
wherein Adam-Ondi-Ahman is named as the place where Adam shall
come to visit his [p.41] people, or the Ancient of Days shall sit, as
spoken of by Daniel the Prophet. Doc. and Cov., Sec. 115, page 415.
The Prophet said that this Michael is Adam.

I quote the following from the revelation:

“Is there not room enough upon the mountains of Adam-Ondi-Ahman

… the land where Adam dwelt? … Therefore come up hither to the
land of my people, even Zion.’—Doc. and Cov., sec. 117, v. 8

Having lived and worked at the tin business in sight of this dungeon
where the Prophet was so unjustly imprisoned and suffered so much,
this knowledge of the country was welcome news to me. On one
occasion, as I was informed by the late Bishop Alexander McRae,
who was imprisoned in this same jail, and as he substantially related
to me, five of the prisoners, viz: Joseph Smith, Hyrum, his brother,
Caleb Baldwin, Lyman Wight, Sidney Rigdon and Bishop McRae were
taking supper together. All but Brother McRae partook of tea, as they
were glad to get anything to sustain life. Soon afterwards five of the
inmates were taken sick and some of them were blind for three days,
after which they were afflicted with sore eyes for a long time. Bishop
McRae escaped this affliction as he did not partake of the tea. All of
the six prisoners agreed that poison had been put in the tea, but how
and by whom was unknown to them.

While the prisoners were confined in this jail, young Joseph Smith
and Emma, his mother, visited their husband and father. It was at this
time that Joseph’s son, now the leader of the Reorganized church,
claims to have received a blessing under the hands of his father.
Joseph F. Smith, with his mother, visited his father in this same jail,
and although but an infant, received a blessing under his hands.
Owing to the delicate state of her health, Joseph F.’s mother had to
be taken on a bed in a carriage, to see, perhaps for the last time, her
husband as a prisoner for the gospel’s sake. The meeting and parting
on that occasion must have been heartrending under the
circumstances. Very few can now realize such days as those of the
imprisonment at Liberty jail.
From the day that Joseph Smith received the plates at the hands of
Moroni, the angel, until his incarceration in Liberty jail, his life was
one of persecution, trial and imprisonment, so much so that on one
occasion Joseph was led to pray:

“O God! where art thou? And where is the pavilion that covereth thy
hiding place? How long shall thy hand be stayed, and thine eye—yea,
thy pure eye—behold from the eternal heavens the wrongs of thy
people, and of thy servants, and thine ear be penetrated with their
cries? Yea O Lord, how long shall they suffer these wrongs and
unlawful oppressions, before thine heart shall be softened towards
them, and they bowels be moved with compassion towards them? O
Lord God Almighty, maker of the heaven and earth, and seas, and all
things that in them are, and who controlleth and subjecteth the devil
and the dark and benighted dominion of Sheol! Stretched forth thy
hand; let think eye pierce; let thy pavilion be taken up; let thy hiding
place no longer be covered; let thine ear be inclined; let thine heart be
softened, and thy bowels moved with compassion towards us. * * *
Remember thy suffering Saints, O our God.”

The Prophet loved the Saints, and he knew of their extreme

suffering, and their moving through mud and rain, in poverty, leaving
their homes and all behind them, while he, with his brethren, was in
a dungeon liable to be poisoned at any time. They knew their lives
were not safe in such [p.42] a mobocratic state as was Missouri then.
However, Joseph had consolation, dark as it appeared, for he
promised his brethren that not one of their lives should be lost. In the
midst of their cries unto the Lord, he was answered thus:

“My son, peace be unto thy soul; thine adversary and thine afflictions
shall be but a small moment; and then, if thou endure it well, God
shall exalt thee on high; thou shalt triumph over all thy foes. Thou art
not yet as Job; thy friends do not contend against thee, neither charge
thee with transgression, as they did Job. * * * Wo unto all those that
discomfort my people, and drive, and murder, and testify against
them, saith the Lord of Hosts. A generation of vipers shall not escape
the damnation of hell. * * * Let thy bowels also be full of charity
towards all men and to the household of faith, and let virtue garnish
thy thoughts unceasingly. Then shall thy confidence wax strong in the
presence of God, and the doctrine of the Priesthood shall distill upon
thy soul as the dews from heaven. The Holy Ghost shall be thy
 constant companion, and thy scepter an unchanging scepter of
righteousness and truth, and they dominion shall be an everlasting
dominion, and without compulsory means it shall flow unto thee for
ever and ever.”

When I looked upon the Liberty jail in 1834, again in 1838-39, and
for the last time in 1888, in the last stages of decay (it being 54 years
from the time I first saw it), my soul was moved upon with deep
emotion, for thoughts of the past crowded upon my mind. Indeed, I
felt almost bewildered, and as if in a dream. It was only four years
and nine months after the Prophet left this dungeon that he was
murdered, dying as a martyr in Carthage jail, Hancock County,
Illinois, on the memorable 27th of June, 1844.

Elder Jenson, Bishop Black and myself obtained a photograph of the

jail as a relic, from which the engraving illustrating this article has
been taken. The jail was built about 1830, of hewn oak logs, and was
only 14 by 14-1/2 feet in the clear. Soon after a stone wall two feet
thick was added, leaving a space of twelve inches between the logs
and the stone wall, which was filled in with loose stones, thus making
a wall four feet thick.

In order to show how particular the Prophet was regarding

revelations which he received from the Lord, I will relate an incident
which occurred in Liberty jail. While the Prophet was receiving a
revelation, the late Bishop Alexander McRae was writing as Joseph
received it. Upon this occasion Brother McRae suggested a slight
change in the wording of the revelation, when Joseph sternly asked:

“Do you know who you are writing for?”

Brother McRae, who at once discovered his mistake, begged the

Prophet’s pardon for undertaking to correct the word of the Lord.

In March, 1839, and less than one month before leaving the jail,
Joseph received the word of the Lord, as follows:
 “The ends of the earth shall inquire after thy name, and fools shall
have thee in derision, and hell shall rage against thee, while the pure
in heart, and the wise, and the noble, and the virtuous, shall seek
council, and authority, and blessings constantly from under thy hand.
And thy people shall never be turned against thee by the testimony of
traitors. And although their influence shall cast thee into trouble, into
bars and walls, thou shalt be had in honor, and but for a small
moment and thy voice shall be more terrible in the midst of thy
enemies than the fierce lion, because of thy righteousness; and thy
God shall stand by thee forever and ever. If thou art called to pass
through tribulation; if thou art in perils among robbers; if thou art in
perils by land or by sea; if thou are accused of all manner of false
accusations; if thy enemies fall upon thee; if they tear thee from the
society of thy father and mother, and brethren and sisters; and if, with
a drawn sword, thine enemies tear thee from the [p.43] bosom of thy
wife and of thine offspring, and thine elder son (Joseph), although but
6 years of age, … and thou be dragged to prison, and thine enemies
prowl around thee like wolves for the blood of the lamb; and if thou
should be cast into the pit, or into the hands of murderers, and the
sentence of death passed upon thee; if thou be cast into the deep; if
the billowing surge conspire against thee; if fierce winds become thine
enemy; if the heavens gather blackness, and all the elements combine
to hedge up the way; and above all, if the very jaws of hell gape open
the mouth wide after thee, know thou, my son, that all these things
shall give thee experience, and shall be for thy good. The Son of Man
hath descended below them all; art thou greater than he? Therefore
hold on thy way, and the Priesthood shall remain with thee, for their
bounds are set and they cannot pass. Thy days are known, and thy
years shall not be numbered less; therefore, fear not what man can
do, for God shall be with you for ever and every.”

Chapter VI
The Assassination of Generals Joseph and Hyrum Smith in Carthage, Hancock Co.,
Ill., June 27, 1844, while under the pledged protection of the Governor of the
State.
The engraving presented on another page is a true representation of
the jail at Carthage, Illinois, wherein Joseph Smith, revered by the
“Mormon” people as a prophet of God, and his brother Hyrum were
foully murdered in 1844. A sketch of the building was made by the
late Robert Campbell soon after the massacre, from which the
illustration accompanying this sketch was made.

The mob of eighty men, whose faces were painted black, were under
the direction of the notorious Captain Williams, who is represented in
the picture as standing just back of the four men who are shooting
the Prophet as he is lying partially stunned against the well curb. The
Captain is directing the murder, as is to be seen in the engraving.
Farther to the right is Captain Smith, with his company of Carthage
Greys, who were entrusted with the care and custody of the
prisoners under the pledge of the Governor of the state for their
safety.

In the afternoon of the day of the murder, the mob were concealed in
the woods about three-quarters of a mile northwest of the jail, where
they had previously marched. The front of the jail is to the south.
Communication for some time was kept up between the mob and the
Carthage Greys by couriers, until a perfect understanding was
effected between the two mobs, for by this mutual understanding the
State troops had become identified with the murder. The diabolical
plot was so arranged that the troops had their guns loaded only with
blank cartridges. From the situation of affairs, the disbanding of the
troops at Carthage (except those treacherous Greys), and the
Governor being at the same time in Nauvoo disarming the Nauvoo
Legion, looks like a very deep plot for the murder of those two
innocent prisoners. What makes it still more apparent that the State
was guilty of this foul deed, is the fact that not one of those who
were immediately connected with the murder were ever convicted,
while many of them roamed at large, although well known to the
community as having taken part in [p.44] the murder, some even
boasting of having participated in the vile act. One man in particular,
who lived in what was known as Morley’s settlement, near Carthage,
openly claimed to have helped in the massacre.

While I was in St. George about two years ago I read from a record
book the following:

“Mr. Meradis Perry, a near neighbor of ours, was one of the mob who
killed Joseph Smith. He came home from Carthage sick and begged
my father to kill him; ‘for,’ said he, ‘I can neither eat nor sleep. When
I close my eyes I can see Joseph Smith before me; I am a miserable
man.’ My father told him that he was in the hands of the Lord, and he
would deal with him as seemed good onto himself; that Joseph was a
true prophet sent of God, and his blood, with that of his brother,
would cry from Carthage jail against his murderers as did Able’s
against his slayer. My father, James Bellows, lived near Morley’s
settlement.”

The daughter of Jas. Bellows, who has the record named, vouches
for the above, having seen the mobber. She says he was a miserable
human being.

The mob came from the woods, entered the stairway door, crowded
upstairs, and commenced pressing in the door where the prisoners
were confined. They were unable to open the door for a while, when
shots were fired through the door. All was commotion and confusion.
A ball passing through the door pierced Hyrum Smith on the side of
his nose just below the eye, when he fell prostrate on the floor,
exclaiming: “I am a dead man.”

The Prophet thought that by leaping from the window of the upper
story would attract the attention of the rabble and thus save the lives
of his friends. Willard Richards is to be seen looking from the window
of the prison upon the heart-rending scene without being able to
render the Prophet of God any assistance in his dying moments.

It is possible that while the martyr was holding on to the window sill
he received some of his wounds, before falling to the ground. As he
reached the ground he cried out: “O Lord, my God!”

Each received four balls. John Taylor and Willard Richards, two of the
Twelve Apostles, were the only ones in the room at the time besides
the two martyrs. John Taylor was wounded severely with four balls,
but after much suffering he recovered, and lived a life of usefulness,
and finally presided over the Church, until his death. Willard Richards
escaped without a hole in his robe, and died in peace in his Utah
home many years after.

Thus two of the most noble sons of God have sealed their testimony
with their blood, and henceforth are numbered with those whom
John saw under the altar,—“the souls of them that were slain for the
word of God, and for the testimony which they held. And they cried
with a loud voice, saying: How long, O Lord, holy and true, dost thou
not judge and avenge our blood on them that live on the earth? And
white robes were given every one of them: and it was said unto
them, that they should rest for a little season, until their fellow
servants and their brethren, that should be killed as they were,
should be fulfilled.”

As Jesus our Saviour was crucified and his disciples martyred, and
not one of their murderers ever brought to justice (only as God
punished them), so has it been in this enlightened age of the world
with assassins who have been equally guilty.

The picture, although a sad one, is [p.45] a true representation of the

tragedy, and will never be forgotten by those who once behold it.
Hyrum Smith was 44 years old in February, 1844, and Joseph Smith
was Only 38 in December, 1843. They were martyred on the 27th of
June, 1844. The late President John Taylor’s watch was struck with a
bullet while in his pocket, and stopped between 4 and 5 o'clock.
 Martyrdom of Joseph and Hyrum Smith [p.46]

I first saw Joseph Smith in 1844 at my mother’s house. It was late in

the spring season. I also heard him bear his testimony many times
with a power that was not gainsaid by those who heard him testify
with regard to the visions which he had been favored with. Some of
his hearers said:

“Well, if it is true it will stand.”

When I heard the three witnesses testify to the coming forth of the
Book of Mormon, and that they had in open daylight both seen and
heard the voice of the angel, I knew their testimony was true. My
first impression of Joseph nearly sixty years ago was that he was a
true prophet, and I formed a love for him which increased with our
acquaintance. I was with him in the state of Missouri during those
trying scenes until his imprisonment in Liberty jail, and subsequently
in Illinois, and with the bereaved family and thousands of Latter-day
Saints shed a tear over his remains as he lay silently in death’s
embrace. I took a last look at him in the Nauvoo Mansion in June,
1844.

Joseph Bates Nobles stated to me that he was with the Prophet when
he was going voluntarily to give himself up to the pretended
requirements of the law, on which occasion he said:

“I am going like a lamb to the slaughter, but I am calm as a

summer’s morning; I have a conscience void of offence towards God
and towards all men. I shall die innocent, and it shall yet be said of
me—'He was murdered in cold blood.’”

Hyrum also knew of their doom, for on the morning just before
leaving for the murderous prison he turned down the leaf of the fifth
chapter of the Book of Ether, which reads as follows:

“And it came to pass that I prayed unto the Lord that he would give
unto the gentiles grace, that they might have charity. And it came to
pass that the Lord said unto me, if they have not charity, it mattereth
not unto you, thou hast been faithful; wherefore, thy garments are
clean. And because thou hast seen thy weakness, thou shalt be made
strong, even to the sitting down in the place which I have prepared in
the mansions of my father. And now I —— bid farewell unto the
gentiles; yea, and also until my brethren whom, I love, [and all who
knew him well knew of his mercy and benevolence], until we shall
meet before the judgment seat of Christ, where all men shall know
that my garments are not spotted with your blood.”

They were innocent of crime, as had been proven many, many times.
It was a conspiracy of “traitors and wicked men,” and their blood, as I
saw it on the floor of Carthage jail in 1844, soon after their
martyrdom, and again in 1888, is still there as a witness against the
murderers.

The jail is now transformed into a comfortable private residence, and

is occupied by Mrs. Elizabeth Mathews Browning, her husband having
deeded it to her. Many years ago the county sold the premises to Mr.
B. F. Patterson, subsequently he sold it to Mr. Jas. M. Browning, who
in turn deeded it to his wife. While being shown around the premises,
in its varied parts, by Mrs. Browning, we came to where the well curb
once stood, which is now substituted by a bed of lilies of the valley,
being assured that the spot [p.47] will ever be held in remembrance.
The house has an addition of an east wing, and the rude fence has
been remodeled into a nice picket fence. Just prior to leaving
Carthage, the kind lady of the house took us up stairs, where the
mob entered. We saw the bullet hole through the door. Although
repaired somewhat, we saw where the bullet went that killed Hyrum.
Other bullet marks were also visible. Although the floor was carpeted,
we were assured by Mrs. Browning that the blood stain still remains,
and cannot be washed away.

At the time of the Prophet’s martyrdom, many marveled why Joseph

was taken away from the Church; but since that time we have
learned that it must needs be that offenses come, but woe to them
by whom they come. God suffered his Son Jesus to be crucified. It
was necessary to accomplish certain ends. Many have marveled
because of his death, but it was needful that he should seal his
testimony with his blood, that he might be honored and the wicked
be condemned. When Mr. O. H. Browning, pleading for the Prophet,
gave a recitation of what he himself had seen at Quincy, Illinois, on
the banks of the Mississippi River (when the Saints were expelled
from Missouri), so sad were the scenes depicted that the spectators
were moved into tears. Judge Douglass himself and most of the
officers wept. In conclusion, Mr. Browning said:

“Great God! have I not seen it? Yes, my eyes have beheld the blood-
stained traces of innocent women and children in the drear winter,
who have traveled hundreds of miles barefoot, through frost and
snow, to seek refuge from their savage pursuers. ‘Twas a scene of
horror sufficient to elicit sympathy from an adamantine heart. And
shall this unfortunate man, whom their fury has seen proper to select
for sacrifice, be driven into such a savage land and none dare to enlist
in the cause of justice? If there was no other voice under heaven ever
to be heard in this cause, gladly would I stand alone and proudly
spend my last breath in defense of an oppressed American citizen.”
Judge Douglass dismissed Joseph on the 10th of June, 1841. Again in
May, 1843, he was kidnapped in Dixon, Ill., but before his enemies
succeeded in dragging him over the line into Missouri, he obtained
the aid of three lawyers, who finally secured his release on habeas
corpus. While in custody, Mr. Reynolds of Missouri several times
cocked his pistol on Joseph, threatening to shoot. The latter bared his
breast, saying:

“Shoot away! I have endured so much I am weary of life; kill me, if

you please.”

After repeated failures to have him executed in a legal way, his

enemies said:

“If we cannot reach him by law, powder and ball shall,” which was at
last fulfilled at the well-curb at Carthage jail.

“Our Patriarch and Prophet, too,

Were massacred; they bled
To seal their testimony,—
They were numbered with the dead,
Ah, tell me, are they sleeping?
Me thinks I hear them say,
’Death’s icy chains are bursting,
’Tis the Resurrection day!’”

**********

“Oh, wretched murd’rers, fierce for human blood!

You’ve slain the Prophets of the living God,
Who’ve borne oppression from their early youth,
To plant on earth the principles of truth.”
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