along; he proceeded to the door and opened it, and then returned and dragged me along to a small cell prepared for criminals.
was very much troubled and exclaimed: “Oh! is it possible that they have killed both and Joseph! It cannot surely be, and yet I saw them shoot him.” and elevating his hands two or three times he exclaimed “Oh Lord, my God, spare thy servants!" he then said “ this is a terrible event, and he dragged me further into the cell saying, “I am sorry I cannot do better for you.” and taking an old filthy mattrass he covered me with it saying and said; “That may hide you and you may yet live to tell the tale; but I expect they will kill me in a few moments.” While laying in this position, I suffered the most excruciating pain
Soon afterwards came to me informing me that the mob had precipitately fled, and at the same time confirming my worst fears, that Joseph was assuredly dead. I felt a dull lonely sickening sensation at the news. When I reflected that our noble cheiftain had fallen the Prophet of the living God had fallen, and that I had seen his brother in the cold embrace of death, it seemed as though there was an open void or vacuum in the great field of human existence to me, and <& a dark <gloomy> chasm, blank or, > a void in the Kingdom and that we were left alone. Oh! how lonely was that feeling! How cold, barren and desolate! In the midst of difficulties he was always the first in motion; in critical positions <his> counsel was always sought: As our Prophet [p. 52]