17 Miracles Page #3

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It will be all right, Albert.

Brother Savage need never know.

Need never know?

He's the one pulling

the blinking cart!

You're worse than the wolves!

I was a bit frightened at first,

but I think they were scared.

I jabbed one of them in the eye

with my crutch.

You should have seen it.

I think he was bleeding a bit.

And if you look around and see

a wolf with just one eye,

that's the guy I got.

I think he's scared.

I don't think he's going to be

coming back anytime soon.

Poked him right in the eyeball.

Brother Linford?

Brother Linford?

It be your turn.

Three nights in a row?

For that I am sorry.

The constant need for

guard duty and lack of sleep

is taking its toll on the men.

Be sure to stay watchful

and awake.

You'll have an hour in the

morning to complete your rest.

Really?

An entire hour?

Captain Willie,

I have just told to my wife

that everything will be right.

Will it?

Or have I told her a lie?

Brother Willie!

I want answers!

As do we all.

Look at this weather.

This is ridiculous.

It's cold and it's wet.

Why don't you think about

someone else for a change?

Every single member

of this company

is exhausted and starving, man.

Listen, I cannot compete

with this constant murmuring

and complaining.

Oh, you're meant to be our leader!

Just walk off.

Yeah, you two boys are right

in the thick of things.

Now, go back to your cart

and start pulling.

We all got to start pulling.

How do you expect these people

to carry on?

Look at them. They can hardly

lift one bloody finger!

Brethren!

Brethren!

All we can do is carry on.

Help will come.

Brother Atwood,

would you help me?

Father's health began to fail.

He fell unconscious.

Captain Willie had said

to put him in the sick wagon,

but to that end, he would have

had no family to attend him.

The brethren came

to administer to Father

They knew he was dying.

He has left nothing undone.

We seal Father Loader

up to the Lord.

For he alone is worthy of him.

He has finished his work,

has been a faithful servant

in the Church,

and we the servants of God

seal him unto God, our Father.

At 11:
15 that night,

Father passed away.

Father was a small

and frail man.

Before the journey,

he had expressed concern

about being able

to pull a handcart

the many miles to Zion.

Because he voiced this, he was

accused by some of apostasy.

This hurt my poor father deeply.

"Why do you not rise up

as a man of God

and say that you and your house

will serve the Lord

and will go up to Zion

at all hazards?"

I will show them better, Mother.

We are going to Zion.

And I will pull a handcart,

though I die on the trail.

Father fulfilled his vow.

We started

at only 16 ounces per day.

Now we are down to 10.

They ask too much

and give too little.

It's a hard treatment

they give out.

One without compassion.

How do they expect a grown man

to pull a handcart on these rations?

-This a day for all of us?

-It's pathetic.

It's meager!

We're grown men!

Look at these portions!

Elder Richards

and a few other leaders

from the British mission

passed through camp,

fast-tracking ahead to advise

the Saints in Salt Lake

A general meeting was called.

Elder Richards had been advised

of my comments

about waiting till spring.

I believe

he thought my words divisive.

Those who presume

to counsel the Lord

and his duly appointed servants

may do so, if they wish.

But they will not prosper.

We must rely

on the goodness of God

and not the wisdom of man,

Levi Savage.

The goodness of God

will move us forward.

I ask Brother Richards

and each of the Saints

forgiveness. ..

...for all that I have said

and done wrong.

A favorite trick of we children

was to get ahead

of the main camp,

thereby leaving us time to play

while the others caught up.

Make way

for the Queen of England!

Make way, I say!

Make way

for the Queen of England!

Mine are all gone.

Let's share yours.

But being alone

was not always for the best.

What?

Bisbo.

Hurry!

Say a prayer!

Amen.

Why do you whisper?

I don't want the snakes

to hear our plan.

Ready.

Steady.

Go!

We felt impressed

to continue forward. ..

-Go!

-...right through them.

Jump!

Jump!

It seemed to me, we were

jumping for more than a mile.

I think we can do it!

Due to the protecting hand

of the Lord, we were not harmed.

Go!

Oh, that's a huge one!

Sister Cooper.

I was hoping to get a chance

to talk to you.

It seems that each time

YOU SEE [TIE,

something goes on, like a bug.

And it was a bug that went

up my nose, and I had to...

And it's just a little bit --

Brother Levi,

might I confer with you in private?

Certainly, Captain.

Scouts have reached

Fort Laramie.

There are no supplies

there for us.

We are in trouble.

You have every right

to throw it back in my face.

There'll be none of that,

Captain.

I used strong words

against you to unify the Saints.

I had to be determined.

So what are your thoughts?

At the current rate,

we will run out of flour

before we reach the valley.

We will be completely

out of food in 10 days.

What can be done?

Cut rations.

Again.

Then that is what we will do.

We discussed wintering

at Fort Laramie,

but, as there is nothing here

for us, we determined to go on.

My fear is that

within two weeks,

most of our company

will be dead.

I write as much as possible,

lest I am not opportune

to explain to my son.

Though Jane was very ill

and needed my care,

I did not dare stop.

Christopher?

Is she dead yet?

I had to keep moving

with the company.

Brother?

Sarah?

Sweetheart?

Could you sit up

for your dinner?

Like many others,

Sarah Franks has been taken

with the fever and chills.

Bless you, George.

I am so famished.

My turn.

Our Father who art in heaven,

blessed are we for this food

this day

and for our chance

to be gathered with the Saints.

Please bless this bounteous meal

and us that we be faithful

and endure to see Zion

and there be sealed,

we pray, in Jesus} name.

Amen.

Amen.

Did you already

have your dinner?

I couldn't wait.

Patience, George.

Perhaps tomorrow you may wait

for us to eat together.

I would enjoy that.

Sister Mellon

still weak from her twins,

which died at birth,

and from rigors of the journey,

finally gave up and said

she could go no further

The company

could not wait for hen

so she kissed

each of her children,

sat down on a boulder

and cried.

Her husband planned

to return for her

Take care of the family.

I will stay with Mother.

What? No!

Not two of you

to be left to the wolves!

She cannot be left here alone.

Now be off, and I will try

and get her to her senses.

Dear God in heaven,

please, please help her.

She's so disheartened,

and I do not know what to do.

I desire to do what is right

but cannot see my way.

Please stay the wolves

and provide the means

for us to make it to camp.

I pray in the name

of Jesus Christ.

Amen.

Mother?

Look what the Lord

has provided for us.

Many times after that,

Sister Mellor said

she'd felt like giving up

but then remembered

how wonderful the Lord had been

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