17 Miracles Page #2

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so they asked us if we could

bring her to her sister in Zion.

For these early Saints, sending

one at a time was common.

Just to have your son

or daughter set foot in Zion

was a prize

worth any sacrifice.

And you are Danish?

Ja.

And you are Danish?

And you are Swedish?

Danish!

Mind your step,

brothers and sisters. This way.

This way, brothers and sisters.

Mind your step!

June 23, 1856.

In Cleveland, we overnighted

and secured a barn for our stay.

Many of these Saints

have scratched and saved

for nearly 20 years

to make this journey.

Though the travel is exhausting,

they are overjoyed to be here.

Is that giving you trouble,

my sweet?

No, no.

'Twill be all right.

I'm putting my muscle

into it now.

Oh, dear.

Then we are in serious trouble.

What do they want?

Who's out there?

What do they want?

It's got to be

the welcoming party.

Hey, Mormons!

One night in our town

is one night too long!

Come to me!

Amasa!! Joseph!

We don't want any trouble!

Hold on.

Yeah, we do!

For three nights in a row,

in Cleveland, Toledo, and Chicago,

we were harassed by men that

could not even abide the thought

of scum such as us

passing through their town.

But due to the protecting hand

of the Lord,

we were not harmed.

-Take this.

-Yes.

-Take this.

-Yes.

The rail ended at Iowa City.

Brother Willie was right.

Mariah!

These folks needed all the help

they could get.

Let me make sure

I understand properly.

We are going to use this

to cook our food?

Again, yes.

And, again,

this came out of a buffalo?

Yes! This is a buffalo chip!

Is it rather like fish and chips?

Biscuit.

Oh, dear!

Sister Peterson!

Oh, dear me!

Sister Peterson!

There's trouble about!

July 12, 1856.

Camp of the Saints.

Our schedule was to leave

two weeks previous,

but the handcarts

are not ready.

This delay could cause us

much trouble later

Sorry, George.

I won't have any more wood

for you,

but the captain says you still

must be done by tomorrow,

with whatever means are yours.

Not sufficient materials,

but you must be completed

regardless?

Doesn't that make you crazy?

No.

That does not make me crazy.

You make me crazy.

July 13, 1856.

Agreeable to council,

we sold or gave up all luggage

over 17 pounds per person.

This makes us rather destitute

for wearing apparel and bedding.

Are you ready?

Brother Savage,

are you watching?

Ready, steady, go!

All right,

I lost to a blinking toddler,

but I burn with a testimony

of this work.

Please don't make me wait

a year.

I must get to Zion.

I promise I'll walk

every step of the way.

You won't beg to ride

in the sick wagon?

Ever?

I believe you, Albert.

Let's get you ready to go.

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