The most part of one thousand & two hundred Saints who resided in made their escape to . I would here remark, that among one of the companies that went to , was a woman named Sarah Ann Higbee who had been sick of chills & fever for many months & and another of the name of Kesiah Higbee, who was under the most delicate circumstances, lay on the bank of the without shelter, during one of the most stormy nights I ever witnessed, while torrents of rain poured down during the whole night and streams of the smallest minutia, were magnified into rivers. The former was carried across the apparently a lifeless corpse.— The latter was delivered of a fine son on the bank within twenty minutes after carried across the , under the open canopy of heaven & from which cause I have every reason to believe, she died a premature death. The only consolation they received under these circumstances was “God damn you, do you believe in Joe Smith now” During this whole time the said Joseph Smith Senior, lived in in the town of according to the best of my knowledge and belief, a distance of eleven hundred miles from & thinks that the church had but little correspondence with him during time We now mostly found ourselves in — some in negro cabins some in gentlemens kitchens— some in old cabins that had been of use for years— and others in the open air, without anything to shelter them from the dreary storms of a cold & stormy winter.