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The Autobiography of Parley
P. Pratt — Revised and Enhanced Edition
Edited by Scot Facer Proctor
and Maurine Jensen Proctor
Chapter 3
Reverses—Loss of our farm—Strange resolve—Travels
west—Forest life—Another new farm
September/October 1825-April 1827
Time passed; harvest came; a fine crop, but no market; and consequently
the payment came due on our land and there was no means of payment. [1]
The winter rolled round; spring came again; [2]
and with it a prosecution on the part of Mr. Morgan for money
due on land.
The consequence was that all our hard earnings, and all our
improvements in the wilderness, were wrested from us in a moment.
Mr. Morgan retained the land, the improvements and the money
paid.
Weary and disconsolate, I left the country and my father, who
took charge of our crops and all unsettled business.
I spent a few months with my uncles, Ira and Allen Pratt,
[3] in Wayne County, N.Y., [4] and
in the autumn of 1826 I resolved to bid farewell to the civilized
world — where I had met with little else but disappointment,
sorrow and unrewarded toil; and where sectarian divisions disgusted
and ignorance perplexed me — and to spend the remainder of my
days in the solitudes of the great West, among the natives of
the forest. [5]
There, at least, thought I, there will be no buying and selling
of lands, — no law to sweep all the hard earnings of years to
pay a small debt, — no wranglings about sects, and creeds, and
doctrines. I will win the confidence of the red man; I will
learn his language; I will tell him of Jesus; I will read to
him the Scriptures; I will teach him the arts of peace; to hate
war, to love his neighbor, to fear and love God, and to cultivate
the earth. [6] Such were my resolutions.
In October, 1826, I took leave of my friends and started westward.
I paid most of my money in Rochester for a small pocket Bible,
and continued my journey as far as Buffalo. [7] At this place I engaged
a passage for Detroit, on board a steamer; as I had no money,
I agreed to work for the same.
After a rough passage and many delays, I was at length driven
by stress of weather to land at Erie, in Pennsylvania; from
whence I travelled by land till I came to a small settlement
about thirty miles west of Cleveland, in the State of Ohio. [8] The rainy season of November had now
set in; the country was covered with a dense forest, with here
and there a small opening made by the settlers, and the surface
of the earth one vast scene of mud and mire; so that travelling
was now very difficult, if not impracticable.
Alone in a land of strangers, without home or money, and not
yet twenty years of age, I became discouraged, and concluded
to stop for the winter; I procured a gun from one of the neighbors;
worked and earned an axe, some breadstuff and other little extras,
and retired two miles into a dense forest and prepared a small
hut, or cabin, for the winter. Some leaves and straw in my cabin
served for my lodging, and a good fire kept me warm. A stream
near my door quenched my thirst; and fat venison, with a little
bread from the settlements, sustained me for food. The storms
of winter raged around me; the wind shook the forest, the wolf
howled in the distance, and the owl chimed in harshly to complete
the doleful music which seemed to soothe me, or bid me welcome
to this holy retreat. But in my little cabin the fire blazed
pleasantly, and the Holy Scriptures and a few other books occupied
my hours of solitude. Among the few books in my cabin, were
McKenzie’s travels in the Northwest, [9] and Lewis and Clark’s tour up the Missouri
and down the Columbia rivers. [10]
Spring came on again; [11] the
woods were pleasant, the flowers bloomed in their richest variety,
the birds sung pleasantly in the groves; and, strange to say,
my mind had become attached to my new abode. [12] I
again bargained for a piece of forest land; again promised to
pay in a few years, and again commenced to clear a farm and
build a house.
I was now twenty years of age. [13]
I resolved to make some improvements and preparations, and then
return to my native country, from which I had been absent several
years. There was one there whom my heart had long loved, and
from whom I would not have been so long separated, except by
misfortune. [14]
Notes
[1] This was
the third of four payments on their land, likely due October
1825.
[3] Ira Pratt
was born October 10, 1789; Allen Pratt was born May 3, 1793.
Ira and Allen were Parley’s father’s youngest brothers. Allen
was only fourteen years older than Parley.
[4] Situated
about thirty miles west of Oswego, Wayne County was where the
Prophet Joseph Smith’s family was then living. During this time,
Joseph was working in Harmony, Pennsylvania, and in Colesville,
New York.
[5] At this
time “the great West” was nearly anything west of the original
colonies.
[7] The journey
from Rochester to Buffalo via the Erie Canal was about eighty-five
miles.
[8] The boat
ride on Lake Erie was approximately 80 miles. It was another
140 miles by foot from Erie, Pennsylvania, to the small settlement
west of Cleveland — about a ten-day walk due to poor weather
and road conditions. The settlement Parley refers to was likely
Lorain, Ohio, on the mouth of the Black River.
[9] Parley
refers here to Alexander MacKenzie’s Voyages from Montreal,
on the River St. Lawrence, Through the Continent of North America
to the Frozen and Pacific Oceans: in the Years 1789 and 1793
(first published in London in 1801). MacKenzie was the first
white man to cross the northwest to the Pacific Ocean.
[12] One of
the earliest pioneers of northern Ohio, Christopher Crary, described
this region in similar terms: “The forest trees were of endless
variety and of the tallest kinds. A thick growth of underbrush
grew beneath, flowers of rare beauty blushed unseen, birds of
varied plumage filled the air with their music, the air itself
was fragrant and invigorating” (in N. W. Whelpley, History
of Geauga and Lake Counties, 246).
[13] Parley
turned twenty on April 12, 1827.
[14] Parley
is referring to Thankful Halsey of Canaan, New York, daughter
of William Halsey and Thankful Cooper. Apparently, he had been
separated from her since September 1823, a period of about forty-three
months. At the time of their separation, Parley was sixteen
years old and Thankful was twenty-six.
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