Letter from Alanson Ripley, 10 April 1839

Quincy Ill. April 10th. 1839
Dear brethren in Christ Jesus,
It is with feelings in no small moment that I  take up pen in hand to address you the prisoners of Jesus Christ and in the same  faith of the gospel with myself who are holden by the cords of malice and of hellish  plottings against the just, and of the lifting up the heel against the Lords anointed,  but they shall soon fall and not rise again, for their destruction is sure, for no power  beneath the Heavens can save them.— President [Sidney] Rigdon is wielding a  mighty shaft against the whole kidney of foul calumniators and mobocrats of  Missouri. Yesterday he spent part of the day with Governor [Thomas] Carlin of this State  the President told him, that he was informed that Governor [Lilburn W.] Boggs was calculating  to take out a bench warrant for himself and others, and then make a demand of  his Excellency for them to be given up to be taken back to Missouri for trial, And he  was assured by that noble minded hero, that if Mr Boggs undertook that thing  he would get himself insulted; he also assured him that the people called Mormons  should find a permanent protection in this state, he also solicited our people one and  all to settle in this state, and if there could be a tract of country that would suit  our convenience he would use his influence for congress to make a grant of it to us,  to redress our wrongs, and make up our losses.
We met last night in council  of the whole and passed some resolutions with respect to sending to the City of  Washington. We are making every exertion possible that lays in our power to  accomplish that grand object, upon which hangs our temporal salvation, and  interwoven with this our Eternal Salvation; and so closely allied to each other are  they, that I want to see the head connected with the body again and while we  are enjoying one, let us be ripening for the other: But my heart says where  is he whose lips used to whisper the words of life to us? Alas! he is in the hands  of Zions enemies. Oh Lord crieth my heart will not heaven hear our prayers  and witness our tears? Yes saith the spirit thy tears are all bottled up, and  shall speedily be rewarded with the deliverence of thy dearly beloved brethren.
But when I see the fearful apprehensions of some of our brethren  it causes me to mourn, one instance of which I will mention. When I  arrived at Far West, I made my mind known to some of the community, and  I told them that I wanted that they should send a messenger to the gaol to  communicate with you, but I was denied the privelege. They said that the  Presidency was so anxious to be free once more, that they would not consider  the danger that the Church was in. They met in council and passed resolutions  that I myself, A[lanson] Ripley, A[masa] M. Lyman, W Barlow should leave Far West for  Quincy forthwith: But my spirits have been grieved ever since, So that I can  hardly hold my peace. They are so afraid of bears, that they hardly remember [p. 16]