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Journal of Amanda Barnes Smith, as copied from the original by Joyce A. Reedef Whittier in 1957.

Journal of Amanda Barnes Smith, as copied from the original by Joyce A. Reedef Whittier in 1957. I would like to lay before my posterity a full record of my forefathers but in consequence of my obeying the gospel when quite young and leaving my father's house, I have not got a history of my genealogy but for the sake of my future posterity I will give it to the best of my knowledge, (signed Amanda Smith Written at American Fork, Utah Co., May, 1858). I was born in the town of Becket, Burkshire Co., Mass., in the year one thousand eight hundred and nine of Ezekiel and Fanny Barnes. Of my father's parents, I know nothing only that he, my father, had one brother by the name of Comfort. My mother was the daughter of James Johnson, he came from Scotland in the revolution and joined the American Army, he was a general, he was a great and brave man. My father and mother had three sons and six daughters, their names were: Pyrlynd Sardis Juliette Ezekiel Amanda Sharlotte Fanna Lovird and Laertis - twins My father left the land of his nativity when I was quite young and moved to the Ohio, Amherst Lorain Co. where we underwent all the hardships incident to a new country. My brother Ezekiel went back to the State of New York and mar­ried Alvira Herington by whom he raised a large family, they lived in Amherst. Sardis married Minervy Gillet, she had two children, both died, then he and she both died. Pyrlynd mar­ried Roswell Crocket, they had a large family. Fanny married David Smith, they had a large family. Juliette married Jrd. (?) Leslie, they last accounts had several children. Sharlotte married a man by the name of Monterville Winton. I have heard she had several children. The twins both died, the boy when fourteen months old, the girl lived until she was fourteen years; she died in the prime of life, she was a beaut­iful girl. My father was one of the honorable men of the earth, strictly honest but made no profession of religion, or, at least, did not belong to any church, my mother belonged to the Presbyterian Church but was not as exemplary as my father, was very excitable and nervous. I took to my father very much, which caused great jealousy which rather cut me off from my mother's good graces and made me rather an odd one in my Father's house but nothing particular happened in my young days. When I was in my eighteenth year I was married to Warren Smith, brother to David, who married my sister Fanna, unto whom I bore five children: Willard Gilbert born May 9, 1827; Sardis Washington born Sept. 26, 1828; Alma Lamoni, born Dec. 16, 1831; Alvira Lavoni, born Dec. 16, 1831; Ortencia Howard, born May 27, 1837. When I married my husband he had plenty of this world's good, I knew no want, we lived comfortably together nothing particular transpired until Sidnev Rigdon and Orson Hyde came along preaching Cambellism. I was converted to that doctrine and baptised by Sidney Rigdon, my hus­band did not much like that, tho it was by his permission, by this time I had two children and the Doctor in consequence of my suffering advised me to have no more, but thanks be to my Heavenly Father, the gospel came along and I was baptised by Simeon D. Carter the first day of April eighteen hundred and thirty one. It was by the mercy and power of God that I was brought to a knowledge of the truth and before a year I gave birth to a pair of twins without a pain, thanks to my Father in Heaven, that made an awful stir. My mother would not stay in the house because she found out that I had the elders pray for me when I was sick or when they were born. My neighbors thought I ought to be drummed out of town, my husband had been baptised before that time so we were united and they could do nothing. My husband's father, Chileab Smith and brothers, David and Syl­vester, were both baptised, as also Betsy, Sylvester's wife. When David was baptised Fanny, my sister, howled and screamed so that she was heard a half mile, she said she never would eat nor drink until he left the Mormons, she was as good as her word, she went eight or nine days until she was just about gone and would not put nor let a drop of anything go into her mouth. When her husband saw that she would die he sent and had his name taken off from the church record; his father soon followed, so by one woman, two men fell.Sylvester was a smart and good man. He was chosen one of the first high council in Kirtland, was one of Zions Camp and attached to good things - he attained to great height, and knowledge, then fell away and was lost. Warren maintained his integrity till the last. He sold out his property in Amherst and went to Kirtland and bought down west of the temple on the Shagrin river. He enjoyed himself well, done all he could to establish the bank and build the temple. Through the downfall of that place in consequence of our enemies he lost his property, except only a bare outfit with which he started with his family for the land of Missouri, in the spring of eighteen thirty eight when he bid farewell to the land of our fathers and birth and took up our line of march for the land of the saints . We visited our friends in Amherst but the treatment we received will never be forgotten by me. My mother said she hoped she should never see me, hear of me nor hear my name mentioned in the world again, but we bid them good-by and left them. ****************************************** I will here record on affadavit that I made out and made oath to in the city of Quincy, state of Illinois, (visit to Governor) Quincy, Illinois April 18th, 1839 To whom This May Come: I do hereby certify that my husband, Warren Smith, in company with several other families were moving from the State of Ohio to Missouri when we were traveling, minding our own business, we were stopped by a mob of armed men, they told us if we went another step they would kill us all, they took our guns from us, as we were going into a new country we took guns with us. They took us back five miles, placed a guard around us, kept us there three days and let us go. We traveled on ten miles, came to a small town composed of one grist saw mill, eight or ten houses all belonging to the saints, our brothers, there we stopped for the night. A little before sunset a mob of three hundred armed men came upon us , our men called for the women and children to run for the woods while they ran into an old blacksmith shop, for they feared if we all ran together they would rush upon us and kill men, women and children. The mob fired upon us before we had time to start from our camp, our men took off their hats and swung them and cried quarters until they were shot down, the mob paid no attention to their cries nor their entreaties but fired alternately. I took my little girls, my boys I could not find, and ran for the woods, the mob encircled us in on all sides excepting the bank of the creek so I ran down the bank and crossed the mill pond on a plank, ran up the hill on the other side into the bushes. The bullets whistled by me like hail stones and cut down the bushes on all sides of me. One girl was wounded by my side and she fell over a log and her clothes happened to hang over the log in site of the mob and the mob fired at them, supposing them to be her body; (after all was still, our people cut out of that log twenty bullets.) I saw down to witness the awful scene; when they had done firing they began to howl and one would have thought all the infernos had come up from the lower regions. They plundered the principle part of our goods, they took our horses and wagons and ran off howling like demons. After they had gone I came down to witness and behold the awful scene and Oh, Oh, horrible, what a sight! My husband and one son ten years old lay lifeless upon the ground and one son six years old wounded very bad, his hip all shot off and to pieces, the ground all covered with the dead and dying. There were three little boys crept under the blacksmith's bellows, one of them re­ceived three wounds, he lived three weeks and died, he was not mine, the other two were and one of them had his brains all shot out and the other his hip shot to pieces. Realize, my readers, for a moment the scene. Nothing but horror and distress; it was sunset, the dogs were filled with rage, howling over their dead masters, the cattle caught the scent of innocent blood and bellowed, a dozen helpless widows, thirty or forty orphaned or fatherless children screaming and grieving for the loss of their husbands and fathers, the groans of the dying and wounded, all of this put together was enough to melt the heart of anything but a Missouri mob. There was fifteen dead and ten wounded, two died next day, there were no men, or not enough, to bury the dead so they were thrown into an old well that was dry and covered them with straw and dirt. The next day the mob came back and told us we must leave the state or they would kill us all. It was cold weather, they had our teams and our clothes, our men all dead or wounded, I told them they might kill me and my children in welcome. They sent word from time to time that if we did not leave the state they would come and make a breakfast of us. We had little prayer meetings, they said if we did not stop them they would kill every man, woman and child. We had spelling schools for our little children, they said if we did not stop they would kill us all. We done our own milling, got our own wood, no man to help us. I started the first of February for the State of Illinois without money, mobbed all the way, I drown my own team, slept out of doors. I had four small children, we suffered much with hunger, cold and fatigue, for what? For our religion, where in a bossed land of liberty deny your faith or die, was the cry. I will mention some of the leading men of this mob: two brothers by the name of Crumstock, William Man, Benjamin Ashby, Robert White and one by the name of Rogers, who took an old scythe and cut an old White headed revolutioner all to pieces. My loss of property that was stolen by the job was as_____ in goods fifty dollars, one pocket book containing money and accounts fifty dollars, damages by team one hundred dollars, one gun ten dollars, in short my all. Whole damages more than the State of Missouri is worth, written by my own hand in truth and soberness this 18th day of April, 1837, Quincy, Adams Co. Ill.. Amanda Smith I would further state that my husband was stript of his clothes before he was dead, he had a new pair of calf-skin boots taken off his feet by Bill Man. He made his brags that he pulled a **** Mormon's boots off his feet before he was done kicking. The mob went and shot the men over for fear they were not dead. I saw one of the mob afterwards and asked him what they intended when they came there? He said they intended to kill everything that breathed. I will leave it to this honorable government to say why my damages shall be, what they would have their fathers, mothers wives and children shot for.. Amanda Smith I felt the loss of my husband but not as I should if he had apostatized, he died in the faith and in hopes of a glorious resurrection. As for myself, I felt an unshaken confidence in God through it all. I had been personally acquainted with the prophet Joseph for many years, had seen his walks and knew him to a Prophet of God, that boyed me up under every trial and privation. I went from Missouri to Quincy, Ill. There I found friends who took me in and supplied my wants for a season. I shortly went to keeping school, which gave me ample support for my family until the fall of thirty nine, I married another Warren Smith, but no kin to the first. Shortly after we moved to Nauvoo, he was a blacksmith by trade and got along well. By him I had three children: Amanda Melvina Born Dec. 4, 1842 Warren Barnes " Dec. 20, 1844 Sarah Marinda " Sept. 10, 1846 Amanda Melvina died Sept. 6, 1843, aged nine months, two days. Warren Smith was the oldest son of Chileab and Nancy Smith, one of six children. David married my sister Fanna, Sylvester married Betsy Frank, Pyrly a Mr. Ruben Alen, Florinda a Mr. Wm. Burras, Lucia died single, the rest are all living as far as I know, and have large families. Warren Smith was killed Oct. 30th, 1838. I lived in Nauvoo from the_____ until the break-up with the death of the prophets Joseph and Hyram, saw the temple finished and received my endowments therein and my family also and in July of forty seven, I think, started for the values of the mountains but for the want of means, my husband stopped in___________until the year fifty when we took our line of march for Salt Lake and arrived on the eighteenth of September safe and well. My husband had been on the back ground for some time, after we came here he went overboard and in Dec. follow­ing, I left him and took my children and began to do for myself. I have got along first rate since that time. Alma became a man and has been more than a son, he has been a father to my children until fifty six when he was sent on a mission to the Sandwich Isle. He was married in March 1855 to Mrs. Lelitha C. Free. They had a son before he went on that mission, they call him Joseph Alma . Willard, my first born, had his endowments in the Temple at Nauvoo and came out with the pioneers. Enlisted into the battalion, went to Mexico from there he took the round to Co. (?) and Oregon and there he is yet. He was a good boy and I hope will be saved in the Kingdom of God. Alvira is married to a Mr. Alexander Stalker, have four children, two sons and two daughters: Alexander, Amanda Melvina, Warren Wallace and Ortencia Ann. Warren and Sarah, after Alma went on his mission, in consequence of sickness and for the want of means, I put them out with their friends at Utah (?) where they are now. Thus I have given a very brief sketch of my life which has been a checkered scene of joy and trouble. I have drank the dregs of the cup of sorrow and affliction as well as partaken of the blessings of an all merciful God. For I have drank from the fountain of life freely. I have seen the Lord's power manifest to a great degree, I have seen the lame leap as an hart, the eyes of the blind open and, as it were, the dead raised to life, all in my own family. Since I have been a member of the Church of Jesus Christ I have born six children and of whose, five were born without a pain by the power of the priesthood and I do say, of all creatures I have the greatest reason to rejoice and to thank my Heavenly Father, and I do thank and praise his holy name for His blessings to me, and I do pray that I may ever be faithful unto the end that I may, with my posterity, be crowned with eternal lives in the Kingdom of our God, in the name of Jesus, Amen, /s/Amanda Smith Salt Lake City July 16, 1858. P.S. I would further state that Sardis my second son was killed when his father was - he was ten years old. Alma had his hip shot off, the entire hip joint and socket gone leaving the point of the bone about three or four inches apart, besides the bones badly fractured, pieces worked out for three months. I knew, naturally, he must be a cripple but I knew that the same God that formed the first bone could form another, consequently I dedicated him to the Lord, did the best I could for him myself, had no doctor. I laid him on a soft bed and let him lie five weeks and never moved him in that time, the Lord formed a new joint, as good as the old one, and he ran and lept: like an hart and danced like a top and is not a cripple. Willard my first born when about twelve years old was thrown from a horse and taken for dead. Men ran a half mile then carried him a half mile before there was any appearance of life but by the power of the priesthood was brought to life. His skull was badly cracked, his brain injured, he did not know anything for some days but he got well and his senses as good as ever. When Alma was about two years old he had the sore eyes, he was blind for about three months , a thick film grew over both eyes which was taken off by the prayer of faith in an instant so that there was no weakness and they are perfectly well. Besides numerous other healings and great manifestations of the Power of God I have witnessed in my own family for which I thank and praise my Heavenly Father for it is His mercy, not any worth or worthiness in me, but to Him be all the glory, honor, both now and forever. Amen. /s/ Amanda Smith. ****** ********* Oct. 19, 1866 Since the above was written, Willard has come from Oregon. Has been on a mission to Europe, got married to Miss Cordelia Thurston and has one child. Has been appointed Bishop of North Weber Valley, Morgan County, also probate Judge Morgan Co. , is a saint and trying to live his religion and is doing first rate. Warren also is married, to a Miss Elizabeth Murcer. He lives at American Fork and has one child and is doing well. Sarah is married to a Mr. George F. Burnham of Cache Valley, they have one child and are good in the faith of the everlasting gospel and getting along first rate. Married Nov. 7, 1863. As can be seen I helped organize the first Relief Society in the territory and was president of it. (She was Asst. Secy of R.S. from Jan. 24, 1854, till Pres. Brigham Young counciled the organ­izing of R.S. in all the wards of the City of Salt Lake and each member joined the Society in their own wards. The sisters of the 12th Ward met in the school house to organize a society for the relief of the Indian women and children. It was moved and seconded that Sister Amanda Smith be the Pres of said Society, it was carried unanimously, this was on June 10, 1854. The minutes of the R.S. are also in this journal.

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