I stopped my carriage on the top of a hill in the midst of a
Rolling prairie, where I had an extended view of all about me.
I beheld the Saints coming in all directions from hills and dales,
Roves and prairies with their wagons,
Flocks, and herds by the thousands ...
It looked like the movement of a nation."
-Wilford Woodruff
We were camped at sugar creek amidst storms.
The mercury at one time recording 20 degrees below zero.
Yet there was a warm feeling in our hearts for we felt a trust in God.
Even in the midst of tribulation in a stormy weather's encampment,
Merry songs and happy voices were heard in every campfire,
And when the weather permitted all ages
Would join inspired by sweet music in the dance.
At the signal for prayer every occupation was suspended and around a
Campfire, in wagons and tents,
Every knee was bowed and a voice from every circle was raised
In gratitude for past and in petition for continued protection."
-Benjamin F.
Johnson
My life ever since I became a Mormon has been made up of moving
About, of persecutions, sacrifices, poverty, sickness, and death.
Through all of my sufferings I never
Doubted but to cling to the gospel."
-Nancy Tracy