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Gordon B. Hinckley, "True to the Faith," Ensign, May 1997, 65
What a wonderful thing it is to have behind us a great and noble body of
progenitors! What a marvelous thing to be the recipients of a magnificent
heritage that speaks of the guiding hand of the Lord, of the listening ear
of His prophets, of the total dedication of a vast congregation of Saints
who loved this cause more than life itself! Small wonder that so many hundreds
of thousands of us—yea, even millions—will pause this coming July to remember
them, to celebrate their wondrous accomplishments, and to rejoice in the
miraculous thing that has grown from the foundation they laid.
Permit me to quote to you from Wallace Stegner, not a member of the Church
but a contemporary at the University of Utah who later became professor of
creative writing at Stanford and a Pulitzer Prize winner. He was a close
observer and a careful student. He wrote this concerning these forebears
of ours:
"They built a commonwealth, or as they would have put it, a Kingdom. But
the story of their migration is more than the story of the founding of Utah.
In their hegira they opened up southern Iowa from Locust Creek to the Missouri,
made the first roads, built the first bridges, established the first communities.
They transformed the Missouri at Council Bluffs from a trading post and an
Indian agency into an outpost of civilization, founded settlements on both
sides of the river and made Winter Quarters … and later Kanesville … into
outfitting points that rivaled Independence, Westport, and St. Joseph. …
Their guide books and trail markers, their bridges and ferries, though made
for the Saints scheduled to come later, served also for the Gentiles."
He continues: "The Mormons were one of the principal forces in the settlement
of the West. Their main body opened southern Iowa, the Missouri frontier,
Nebraska, Wyoming, Utah. Samuel Brannan's group of eastern Saints who sailed
around the Horn in the ship Brooklyn, and the Mormon Battalion that marched
2,000 miles overland from Fort Leavenworth to San Diego, were secondary prongs
of the Mormon movement; between them, they contributed to the opening of
the Southwest and of California. Battalion members were at Coloma when gold
gleamed up from the bedrock of Sutter's millrace. … Brigham Young's colonizing
Mormons, taking to wheels again after the briefest stay, radiated outward
from the Salt Lake, Utah, and Weber Valleys and planted settlements that
reached from Northern Arizona to the Lemhi River in Idaho, and from Fort
Bridger in Wyoming to Genoa in Carson Valley … , and in the Southwest down
through St. George and Las Vegas to San Bernardino." 1
That is a capsule account of their remarkable achievements.
In a period of seven years, our people, who had fled the extermination order
of Governor Boggs of Missouri, came to Illinois and built the largest city
then in the state. It was on the shores of the Mississippi, where the river
makes a great sweeping bend. Here they constructed brick homes, a school,
chartered a university, erected an assembly hall, and built their temple,
reportedly the most magnificent structure then in the entire state of Illinois.
But hatred against them continued to enflame. It culminated in the death
of their leader, Joseph Smith, and his brother Hyrum, who were shot and killed
at Carthage on June 27, 1844.
Brigham Young knew they could not stay there. They determined to move west,
to a faraway place where, as Joseph Smith had said, "the devil cannot dig
us out." 2 On February 4, 1846, wagons rolled down Parley's Street to the
river. Here they were ferried across and began to roll over the soil of Iowa.
The weather subsequently turned bitter cold. The river froze; they crossed
on the ice. Once they said good-bye to Nauvoo, they consigned themselves
to the elements of nature and to the mercy of God.
When the ground thawed, it was mud—deep and treacherous mud. Wagons sank
to their axles, and teams had to be doubled and tripled to move them. They
cut a road where none had been before.
Finally reaching the Grand Encampment on the Missouri, they built hundreds
of shelters, some very crude and others more comfortable. It was anything
to get out of the treacherous weather.
All during that winter of 1846 in those frontier establishments, forges roared
and anvils rang with the making of wagons. My own grandfather, barely out
of his teens, became an expert blacksmith and wagon builder. No vocation
was more useful in those days than that of the ability to shape iron. He
would later build his own wagon and with his young wife and baby and his
brother-in-law set off for the West. Somewhere on that long journey, his
wife sickened and died and his brother-in-law died on the same day. He buried
them both, tearfully said good-bye, tenderly picked up his child, and marched
on to the valley of the Great Salt Lake.
In the spring of 1847, the wagons of the first company pulled out of Winter
Quarters and headed west. Generally they followed a route along the north
side of the Platte River. Those going to California and Oregon followed a
route on the south side. The road of the Mormons later became the right-of-way
of the Union Pacific Railroad and the transcontinental highway.
As we all know, on July 24, 1847, after 111 days, they emerged from the mountain
canyon into the Salt Lake Valley. Brigham Young declared, "This is the right
place." 3
I stand in reverent awe of that statement. They might have gone on to California
or Oregon, where the soil had been tested, where there was ample water, where
there was a more equable climate. Jim Bridger had warned them against trying
to grow crops in the Salt Lake Valley. Sam Brannan had pleaded with Brigham
to go on to California. Now they looked across the barren valley, with its
saline waters shimmering in the July sun to the west. No plow had ever broken
the sun-baked soil. Here stood Brigham Young, 46 years of age, telling his
people this was the right place. They had never planted a crop or known a
harvest. They knew nothing of the seasons. Thousands of their numbers were
coming behind them, and there would yet be tens of thousands. They accepted
Brigham Young's prophetic statement.
Homes soon began to spring from the desert soil. Trees were planted, and
the miracle is that they grew. Construction of a new temple was begun, a
task that was to last unremittingly for 40 years. From that 1847 beginning
to the coming of the railroad in 1869, they came by the tens of thousands
to their Zion in the mountains. Nauvoo was evacuated. Its temple was burned
by an arsonist, and its walls later fell in a storm.
Missionary work had begun in England in 1837. It spread from there to Scandinavia
and gradually to Germany and other countries. All who were converted wanted
to go to Zion.
That gathering was not a haphazard operation. Church agents were responsible
for every detail. Ships were commissioned to bring the immigrants to New
Orleans, New York, and Boston. The ultimate goal was always the same: the
valley of the Great Salt Lake, from which place many of them would spread
in all directions to found new cities and settlements, more than 350 of them
in the Rocky Mountain area.
Hundreds died on that long trail. They died of cholera and black canker,
of sheer exhaustion and hunger and the bitter cold.
Most noble, as we've heard, among those who paid a terrible price were the
Willie and Martin Handcart Companies of 1856.
There were not wagons enough to carry all who were converted in England and
western Europe. If they were to come to Zion, they would have to walk, pulling
a small cart behind them. Hundreds did so, and traveled faster than did the
ox teams. But these two companies in 1856 literally walked with death. They
started late, and no one knew they were coming. Their carts were not ready.
A few who could afford wagons were assigned to travel with them to give assistance.
They started west singing as they went. Little did they know what lay ahead
of them.
They walked beside the Platte, ever westward. Near Fort Laramie their troubles
began. Snow commenced falling. Their rations were reduced. They knew they
were in desperate circumstances as they slowly crept over the high plains
of Wyoming. Some 200 perished in that terrible, tragic march.
Legion are the stories of those who were there and who suffered almost unto
death and who carried all of their lives the scars of that dreadful experience.
It was a tragedy without parallel in the western migration of our people.
When all is said and done, no one can imagine, no one can appreciate or understand
how desperate were their circumstances.
Gordon B. Hinckley, "True to the Faith," Ensign, May 1997, 65