17 Miracles Page #2

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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.

Superb!

Now, be sure and save some room

for me in the sick wagon.

I'm joking!

I'm only joking!

Nevertheless, neither is the man

without the woman,

neither is the woman

without the man in the Lord.

And now you stand here upon

the precipice of a threshold,

-about to embark on...

-She's so lovely.

She is so lovely,

and they are so in love.

Tell me again, why must we wait?

To be sealed in Zion,

the place of our dreams,

and perhaps

by the Prophet himself.

What if something happens?

Never, George.

Never say it.

Never think it.

It will all be worth it.

You'll see.

I believe you, Sarah.

Israel, Israel, God is calling...

What has Mormonism done?

Such a spectacle

was scarcely ever witnessed

as to see those who have been

so rich and high in life

come to be huddled together

with the poorest of the poor

...God shall all their towers

Come to Zion, come to Zion

Zion's walls

shall ring with praise

Come to Zion, come to Zion

Zion's walls

shall ring with praise

July 15, 1856.

We commenced.

It soon became obvious

some of the Saints

found it easier to sing

about going to Zion

than to actually make the trek.

Ridiculous!

Who does he think he is?

If I'd have known,

we'd never left England!

This is absolutely ridiculous!

You know,

I never signed up for this.

Why are they leaving?

Well, some are weak,

but we must be strong.

August 11, 1856.

Florence, Nebraska Territory.

Last possible site to winter

Worries abound that we likely

will get caught in wintry weather

I spoke with Millen Atwood,

another sub-captain.

Since I have been a member

of this Church,

with all my experience, I have

never been placed in a position

where things appear so dark

as to take this company through

at this late season of the year.

My fear is...

That when faced with distress

and starvation,

even good men turn

and become something...

Closer to a wolf than a human.

I have seen it.

Remember the words of Moroni,

who teaches us...

Toward evening,

we held a meeting.

Brother Willie exhorted

the Saints to go forward,

regardless of suffering,

even to death.

He then gave me the opportunity

of speaking.

We must strengthen our faith

that our resolve will not fail.

Brother Levi Savage,

would you care to address us?

If I speak, I must speak my mind,

let it cut where it would.

Brothers and sisters,

I propose that we wait until

spring to make this journey.

I feel that if we continue

in this late season,

we shall endure much hardships.

We are liable to wade

in snow up to our knees,

then lay ourselves

in a thin blanket

and lie on the frozen ground

for a bed.

We are destitute

of much clothing

and could not carry it

if we had it.

The handcart system

I do not condemn.

It is the lateness

of the season.

If the weak, old, and sickly

continue in this late season,

their bones will strew the way.

The God I serve is a God that is

able to save to the uttermost.

Levi Savage is an opposer of

those who were placed over him,

and I call him to repent!

Now, those who desire

to continue on toward Zion,

raise the shown hand.

Thank you.

What I said I know to be true.

But seeing that you are to

go forward, I will go with you,

help you all that I can...

Work with you, suffer with you,

and if necessary,

I will die with you.

may God...

In His mercy...

Bless and preserve us.

August 17, 1856.

This afternoon, the first

and second hundreds moved out.

And though they did not have

even the basic skills

of a frontiersman,

they were disciples of the Lord

and did have what it would take

to become heroes.

Whose turn?

Bodil!

Annie-I-Over!

Though the trek

was extremely difficult,

there were moments on the trail

that were as magnificent

as anything

I had ever experienced.

Bodil!

Sin tid til braende!

Ja Herre!

But play time

was never enough time.

And in a handcart company,

even a small child

had chores to do.

Yes?

Captain Willie, I would like

to resign as sub-captain.

Denied.

You have no trust

in my judgment, sir.

No such thing, Brother Savage.

You make a point, to be sure.

But did you really think over your plan

to stay here through the winter?

There are over 500 of us.

And there is not a town

within 300 miles

with sufficient provisions

to see us through the winter.

And that is if we had the means

to purchase them!

We would all starve!

-Captain Willie, I firmly --

-Brother Savage, no.

We have escaped Babylon,

and we cannot turn back.

George?

Have you begun a journal?

Perhaps.

Or perhaps

it is thoughts of you.

Oh, really?

May I see it?

Later.

Are you a good boy?

Then he's yours.

Brethren, as wolves and Indians

seem to be prevalent

through these parts,

though I am sorry to ask,

I will need an added volunteer

for guard watch tonight.

I will take it, Brother Savage.

Who spoke?

Who else sounds like this?

You'll see better up here.

Thank you for this, Albert.

You're a fine young man.

We must do all we can.

I owe this Gospel all I have.

Prior, I was only someone

to poke fun at.

But the missionaries taught me

that I am important

and that someday

I will be superb.

Well, I feel sorry for any wolf

that dares come near you

tonight, Albert.

He does,

and I'll beat him to a pulp!

You do that.

Now, do you know

how to use one of these?

Oh, certainly.

This is my favorite kind!

I shot this hundreds of times.

Perhaps a little refresher

wouldn't hurt.

Help! Somebody help!

Albert!

The wolves did not trouble

Albert that night,

but the next morning,

he started out early

and took a wrong turn.

Albert!

Albert!

-Albert!

-Albert!

Help!

Help me, please!

This way!

Somebody help me, please!

Go, go! Quiet!

Bad dog.

Bad, bad dog.

Albert!

Are you hurt?

Are you all right?

Where were you?

I got here hours ago,

and I've got no legs!

I was their supper!

You'll be all right, Albert.

Wait, no, I can't ride!

I promised I would walk

every step to Zion.

Yeah, yeah.

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