My Young Friends—It is with pleasure I rise to address you on the
present occasion.
Having been called upon to walk in the Procession, as the Historian of
the Church of Jesus Christ of Latter-day Saints, it created in my
breast feelings not easily described; it brought up reminiscences of
past scenes, and of celebrations similar to this, wherein I have acted
in company with my worthy predecessor, Dr. Willard Richards, one of
the First Presidency of the Church of God on earth, and one of the
Pioneers who first entered this Valley. He has gone to rest, after
being worn out by trials, persecutions, and adversities, and by the
difficulties incident in the forming of this settlement in the Valleys
of the mountains.
I could have stopped to drop a tear to the memory of departed
worthies—the Historian, the aged Patriarch John Smith, and many
others; at the same time, I could but feel joyful to see such an
immense assembly, gathered together to commemorate the day on which
the Pioneers first arrived in this region to inhabit these valleys.
Should we refer to the pages of the history that is no doubt written
in many a private journal, our memories would be refreshed with the
startling truth, that the first fifteen years of our existence had
been a continued scene of trials, persecutions, afflictions, and
murders; including the murder of the Prophet, the Patriarch, and a
great many others of the ablest and most energetic members of the
Church.
At a Council of the leading men of this community in Nauvoo, it was
concluded that on finishing the Temple there, a company of one
thousand or fifteen hundred pioneers should establish themselves in
the mountains, to prepare the way for a safe retreat from the tyranny
and oppression which had so long followed this people. This conclusion
was unknown to the public, hence the surprise of the mob at our
willingness to depart.
In a very few days afterwards, bands of organized mobbers commenced
the work of burning our houses in Yelrom, Green Plains, and Bear Creek
settlements, and throughout the country. As if they were not satisfied
with the destruction of the hundreds of lives their persecutions had
already sacrificed, and the millions of property they had already
destroyed in Missouri; as if dissatisfied with the blood of the
Prophet still smoking from the ground as it were; they lighted anew
the torch of the incendiary, and the Governor of the State was
silently willing to fan its fires. It will be recollected that he did not stop the house burning, but we stopped it ourselves,
under the direction of the Sheriff of the County.
The moment that was done, General Harden, mounted on a white horse,
backed up and accompanied by other dignitaries of the State came into
Nauvoo with four hundred men. What was said to us by these worthies?
They said, that in consequence of the combination against us
throughout the State, the Governor did not feel at liberty to do
anything for us; so we were abandoned to the rage of unprincipled men.
They then informed us they had come to search for some men that were
missing, and formed a square around the Temple, also around the
stables of the Nauvoo house, but more particularly around the Masonic
Hall, the basement story of which contained a quantity of wine.
General Hardin, and others of his band, went into the stables where a
horse had just been bled, and concluded a man had been killed there,
but fortunately the horse was there to answer for the blood. The
General and his Staff then pierced with their swords the heaps of
manure, thinking, I presume, that if they pricked a dead man, he would
squeal. I thought they acted a little simple, for they might have
presumed that if anybody had been killed, they would have been thrown
in the Mississippi, which was not more than ten rods from the stables.
This was all that was done to punish the house burners; and the State
authorities said they could do nothing for us; hence the only
alternative was to leave, as nine counties of the State had concluded
in Convention, that we must leave or be exterminated. The fact is,
this was the very conclusion we had already come to, ourselves, in a
Council a few days before. Yet it was thought proper not to reveal
the secret of our intention to flee to the mountains; but as a kind of
put off, it was communicated in the strictest confidence to General
Hardin, who promised never to tell of it, that we intended to settle
Vancouver's Island. This report, however, was industriously
circulated, as we anticipated it would be.
The persecution was blazing on every hand, and the reputable
authorities "could do nothing for us;" which was equal to saying,
"Hold on, and let us run our daggers into you."
The first companies which left, in consequence of those persecutions,
were obliged to start in the dead of winter, in the beginning of
February, 1846. Many of the companies crossed the Mississippi, with
their wagons, on the ice, and the rest in flatboats, and winding
their way through a new and trackless country, making a road of nearly
four hundred miles in length, stopped to winter on the right bank of
the Missouri, where they built quite a town, called Winter Quarters.
Finding that our numbers in Nauvoo were reduced to a mere handful, the
mob, numbering some 1,800 armed men, supplied with scientific
engineers, and good artillery, attacked the remaining few, who were
chiefly lame, blind, widows, fatherless children, and those too poor
to get away. There were not one hundred able bodied men to stand
against this superior force in defense of the helpless; this is called
the battle of Nauvoo, and was fought in September. They cannonaded the
citizens of Nauvoo, and finally, after three days' fighting, and being
forced to retreat three times, they succeeded in driving them over the
river.
What was the result of all this? In April, 1847, we started from
Winter Quarters, with a hundred and forty-three men (instead of 1,000)
as Pioneers. We were "few," and I was going to say "far
between," but
we were close together. We set out, and made a new road to this
valley, the greater portion of the way; we thus worked the path
through, and arrived here on the day we now commemorate.
This is a hasty glance of history. To enter into details would
introduce matters that would unnecessarily harrow up the minds of
many. Suffice it to say, like the pilgrim fathers who first landed
upon Plymouth Rock, we are here pilgrims, and exiles from liberty; and
instead of being driven into the wilderness to perish, as our enemies
had designed, we find ourselves in the middle of the floor, or on the
top of the heap. Right in the country that scientific men and other
travelers had declared worthless, we are becoming rich in the
comforts and blessings of life, we are now rocking in the cradle of
liberty, in which we are daily growing; and I challenge the Union to
produce a parallel of this day's Celebration.
I say to my young friends, be firm to extend the principles of freedom
and liberty to this country, and never suffer the hand of oppression
to invade it.
In the history of our persecutions there have arisen a great many
anecdotes; but one will perhaps serve to illustrate the condition in
which I wish to see every man that raises in these mountains the hand
of oppression upon the innocent. I wish to see such men rigged out
with the same honors and comforts as was the honorable Samuel C. Owen,
Commander-in-Chief of the Jackson County mob. He, with eleven men, was
engaged at a mass meeting, to raise a mob to drive the Saints from
Clay County. This was in the year 1834, in the month of June. They had
made speeches, and done everything to raise the indignation of the
people against the Saints. In the evening, himself, James Campbell,
and nine others, commenced to cross the Missouri River on their way
home again; and the Lord, or some accident, knocked a hole in the
bottom of the boat. When they discovered it, says Commander Owen to
the company on the ferry boat, "We must strip to the bone, or we shall
all perish." Mr. Campbell replied, "I will go to hell before I will
land naked." He had his choice, and went to the bottom. Owen stripped
himself of every article of clothing, and commenced floating down the
river. After making several attempts he finally landed on the Jackson
side of the river, after a swim of about fourteen miles. He rested
some time, being perfectly exhausted, and then started into the
nettles, which grow very thick and to a great height, in the Missouri
bottoms, and which was his only possible chance in making from the
river to the settlements. He had to walk four miles through the
nettles, which took him the remainder of the night, and when he got
through the nettles, he came to a road, and saw a young lady
approaching on horseback, who was the belle of Jackson County. In this
miserable condition he laid himself behind a log, so that she could
not see him. When she arrived opposite the log, he says, "Madam, I am
Samuel C. Owen, the Commander-in-Chief of the mob against the Mormons;
I wish you to send some men from the next house with clothing, for I
am naked." The lady in her philanthropy dismounted, and left him a
light shawl and a certain unmentionable undergarment, and passed on.
So His Excellency Samuel C. Owen, who was afterwards killed in Mexico
by foolishly exposing himself, contrary to orders, took up his line of
march for the town, in the shawl and petticoat uniform, after his
expedition against the "Mormons."
My young friends, have the goodness
to use every man so, who comes into your country to mob and oppress
the innocent; and LADIES, DON'T LEND HIM ANY CLOTHING.
- George A. Smith