Ephraim's Rescue Page #3

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regardless the nature

of my request.

There is a man that I can trust with

the most important of missions.

Oh, marvelous, me boy, marvelous!

You truly have a gift, Thomas.

Someday you will be a great strength

to many that carry heavy burdens.

Through those next years,

I contracted to carry the mail

from Salt Lake to

St. Louis and back.

I made the trip 'most 50 times...

so many times, it became humdrum.

I crossed the plains during

any season of the year.

I got to where it did not matter

to me what the conditions were.

I was again being prepared.

On one such trip, I was

warned that an angry tribe

was camped a short

distance off the trail.

But rather than avoiding them,

I felt impressed to call on them.

I was taken to the chief's tent.

They were clearly very happy

I had made the effort to stop by.

I believe we are each

given certain gifts.

I was coming to

realize one of mine.

Oye, oye!

The Dobsons are

departing for "Zion"!

Come one, come all, and

buy of their goods!

Mother! How can you allow the

crier to pitch our name about?

He is announcing to all

our private plans.

Truth be told, you have no care

at all about our private plans.

- You are embarrassed.

- And perhaps I am!

I have no desire to travel

to some uncivilized desert,

full of wild beasts, where they

have no respect for the dance.

You have no desire to

leave your sweetheart!

But, Thomas, you know she

will never accept the church.

The Prophet has said,

"Go", and go we must,

for I know this to be

the true church of God.

Me boy, you've got to lose

your life to find it.

Two months later, the Dobsons

were aboard the ship Horizon...

and two months after that...

Me boy, I can scarcely put one

foot in front of the other.

Let it be spoken again, Mother,

I wanted no part of this.

The Lord looks after His own, son.

For your efforts,

you'll be blessed.

What be the trouble?

Trouble? Oh, there be no trouble...

just the matter of Jonathan

Stone, found eaten by the wolves.

No!

Brother Stone!

It can't be!

It can and it be.

Brother Dobson.

I'm told you dance the jig.

The Saints could use a bit

of cheerin' up at this time.

It would mean much to us all.

They must have meant

someone else...

not I.

In October 1856, I had

contracted for a load of fish,

which I pulled out of Utah Lake.

I stayed that night at the

cabin of Gerney Brown.

We're building this brick wall,

and he says, "Hey, Ephraim!

How thick is that brick wall?"

In many ways, I believe my

entire life had been a plan

so I might be prepared for what

became my greatest adventure.

Ephraim.

Ephraim.

Yes, Brother Brown.

The handcart people are in

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