By Maurine Jensen Proctor and Scot Facer Proctor

Illinois lawmakers last week passed a resolution detailing the history of the Latter-day Saints’ experience in Illinois and expressing regret for the events that led to the death of the Prophet Joseph Smith and the expulsion of Church members.  The resolution acknowledged that ” the biases and prejudices of a less enlightened age in the history of the State of Illinois caused untold hardship and trauma for the community of Latter-day Saints by the distrust, violence, and inhospitable actions of a dark time in our past.”
Chicago alderman Ed Burke told the Deseret News,the resolution was “to acknowledge the wrongfulness of what happened to Joseph Smith and his followers in 1844 and seek to have reconciliation with the descendants of those people who were wronged.”
In this article, Meridian paints a picture reminding us of the Saint’s painful expulsion from Nauvoo and the courage with which they closed the doors of their homes and faced a new frontier.
  
After the murder of Joseph Smith, Nauvoo knew a brief respite of quiet.  Their neighbors assumed that with the death of their leader, the Mormons would fade and leave.  Instead, the city was renamed the City of Joseph, the city grew, and the white temple on the hill continued to rise.

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In September 1845, a scattered group of anti-Mormons of Lima and Green Plains met to devise a means of expelling Mormons from their neighborhood.  As they met in one of their homes, one of their own number fired upon it.  Then they announced through the neighborhood that the Mormons had fired on them-just the excuse they needed to begin a work of death and massacre.  They began by burning the homes of the most vulnerable–those who lived in the outlying areas beyond the protection of Nauvoo.

Burnings
The burnings were almost a ritual. The mob would arrive at a house and pull the family out, women and little children being dragged sometimes from beds of sickness.  Then the family watched helplessly as their cattle were scattered, their crops destroyed, and their homes, barns, and haystacks burned to piles of smoking ashes.  The roads to Nauvoo were strewn with the homeless whose living had been off the land and now had no choice but to seek shelter form the compassionate.  Bathsheba Smith said, “Our house was filled with refugees.”

One night James Porter told Mary Bigelow and her family, who lived at Camp Creek near Nauvoo, that the mob was coming to burn down their house and kill every family member.  Terrified, they scurried to hide everything valuable, then took their bedding and camped out in their corn, near the bean patch.  “We took all of the children in bed with us, never undressing them, and having everything dark about the bed so that the mob wouldn’t see us,” she said.  They prayed and then lay sleeplessly on the ground, waiting. Soon they heard firing and whooping at the house.  Mary later wrote, “My husband said, ‘lay still and pray, children.’  We all prayed silently.

“They yelled and set the bloodhounds on our track but the Lord preserved us from them.  We could see them loping around and heard the mob racing through the corn field in search of us.”  The mob stayed from 10:00 p.m. until 3:00 a.m., hours that stretched out endlessly for the Bigelows.  When daylight came, Mary’s husband got up, gesturing for the family to lie quietly while he went to see if the mob was completely gone.  “He found the house still standing but the windows were broken,” Mary wrote.  “The tracks of horses’ feet were all around the house.”

Mary sent her son Asa to the beautiful, large spring under the porch of the milk house to get water for breakfast.  Mary wrote, “He brought the water to the house, but said he believed the spring was poisoned as there was a glistening green scum on the water.  He poked it away and got another pail full and it was the same.  I felt that the child was inspired by God, and as the water stood the scum rose again.”  They got their water from another source that morning and took a sample of the scum water to Dr. Willard Richards for analysis.  He said it contained four ounces of arsenic and would have killed ten men.

About that same time Lewis Barney was approached by a committee of three men asking him to give up Mormonism.  Of the event he wrote, “They said, ‘We know you are an honest man and we feel sorry for you and if you will give up Mormonism and the Book of Mormon, you are welcome to stay with us and we will protect you.  The determination is to drive all the Mormons into Nauvoo then surround it and then burn the city and drive the Mormons into the water.”

The Twelve advised the people not to resist those attacks, nor to defend themselves but, according to John Taylor, “to keep all things as quiet as possible and not resent anything.”  Sheriff J.B. Backenstos of Hancock County told the people, “The Mormon community had acted with more than ordinary forbearance, remaining perfectly quiet and offering no resistance when their dwellings, their buildings, stacks of grains, etc., were set on fire in their presence.  They had forborne until forbearance was no longer a virtue.”
Forbearance wasn’t enough.  While the smoke rose from charred homes, the citizens of Quincy, the same town who had greeted the driven Saints from Missouri with open arms just six years before, met on September 22, 1845, had demanded the removal of the Saints from Illinois.  “It is a settled thing,” reported the Quincy Whig, “that the public sentiment of the state is against the Mormons and it will be in vain for them to contend against it.”

Governor Ford confessed to the Saints that “while the state has no power to insist upon their removal.[and] it is a great hardship on them to remove from their comfortable homes and the property which they have accumulated by years of toil,” yet the state of Illinois could and would do nothing to protect them.  If they decided to stay, they would be living in a state of “continual war.”
Proclamation

Two days after the Quincy convention, the Twelve issued a proclamation they hoped would bring about a truce.  They would move out of their homes they said, “for some point so remote that there [would] need to be no difficulty with the people and ourselves,” but they wanted an agreement in return-an end to lawsuits and persecution so they would have time to prepare.  They would go the following spring, when the grass grew and the water ran.

The Twelve had already begun gathering information on possible sites for relocation.  In that October 1845 conference, they also unanimously convenanted, “We [will] take all the saints with us, to the extent of our ability, that is our influence and property.”  The poor would not be left behind at the mercy of their persecutors.


Two thrusts busied the Saints that fall in Nauvoo–finish the temple and become prepared to leave according to an orderly plan designed by Brigham and the Twelve. The plan called for twenty-five companies, each comprised of one hundred families and headed by a company captain.  Parley P. Pratt estimated that a family of five would need one wagon, three yoke of oxen, two cows, two beef cattle, three sheep, a thousand pounds of flour, twenty pounds of sugar, one rifle with ammunition, and one tent with poles-a total weight of 2,700 pounds.  Immediately Nauvoo became a hive of activity as men wore themselves out cutting and drying oak and hickory for wagons and sweating over hot forges to pound out chains and wheels.  The women dried fruit and stitched bags for flour and salt, then wore callouses sewing wagon covers.

Newspaper Report
A reporter from the Daily Missouri Republican gave this account of a city in preparation.  “Nearly every workshop in the city has been converted into a wagon maker’s shop.  Even an unfinished portion of the Temple is thus used, and every merchant appears to be employed in making, repairing or finishing wagons, or other articles necessary for the trip.  Generally, they are providing themselves with light wagons, with strong, wide bodies, covered with cotton cloth-in some instances painted, but mostly white.  These are to be met with in every direction, and contribute greatly to the singular and mournful appearance of the country.”

Though Brigham intended the exodus to be well-provisioned and orderly, not everyone was adequately prepared, which the reporter noted, “Many of them are going with poor teams, and an amount of provisions insufficient for their subsistence for two months, if so long.If they should fail to make a good crop this year, at the stopping place, it cannot be otherwise than that many of them, especially the women and children, and the aged and decrepit, must be sorely pressed by starvation, if many of them do not literally perish from famine on the plains.Of those whose condition is calculated to arouse sympathy are a number of women, many of whom have large families of children, inadequately provided with provisions, and without the assistance of protection of any male person.  How they expect to get through the journey, we cannot conceive.”
Selling Cheap

The problem for many, of course, was gathering the means to go.  Speculators knew that property was in abundance in Nauvoo and that buyers were few.  The Saints, forced to sell, were selling cheap, and since little money was in circulation, they took most of their pay in trade.  “As a stranger passes through,” the reporter observed, “he will find himself frequently beset mostly by women and children, with inquiries, ‘Do you wish to purchase a house and lot?  Do you wish to buy a farm?'”  Then the stranger would “be pressed and entreated to go and examine, and all the advantages [and] cheapness” of the property would “be fully explained.”
“We have sold our place for a trifle to a Baptist minister,” Martha Haven wrote to her mother.  “All we got was a cow and two pairs of steers, worth about sixty dollars in trade.”  The problem was that such a trifle was not enough to secure an outfit and provisions. 

Heber C. Kimball was one of the fortunate whose lovely brick home brought six hundred dollars, mostly in goods, but as time wore on buyers were rare.  “The frequency and earnestness manifested everywhere, in the city and country, indicate the great anxiety which they entertain to get off,” observed the newspaper reporter.  “In the city, houses, and lots are selling at from two to five and ten hundred dollars, which must have cost the owners double that sum.    They are willing to sell for cash, or oxen, or cattle, or to exchange for such articles of merchandise as they can barter or carry away with them.”

Struggling to Prepare
Money for an outfit wasn’t the only problem.  Margaret Judd Clawson watched her father struggling to prepare.  She said, “How well I remember what a hard time he had breaking in the animals to draw the wagon.  There were six cows and two oxen.  The oxen were well broken and quite sedate.  But the cows were wild and unruly.  He would get help to yoke them up and then would start to drive them.  All at once, they would run off in an opposite direction to where he wanted them to go.  Or would run around to the back of the wagon, and get all tangled up.  Well, this went on for days and days, and while Father was breaking the cattle,
Mother was praying.  She told me afterwards that many nights when we were in bed asleep that she would go out into the orchard at the back of our house, and there pour out her soul in prayer, asking the Lord to open the way for us to go with the Saints.”

They were a mistreated but happy people; their accounts show little sign of resentment or self-pity.  “The spectator cannot fail to be struck with the lightness of heart, apparent cheerfulness, and sanguine hopes with which families.set out on their journey,” noted the reporter.”  They were sustained by faith that they would build their Zion in a place beyond the torment of angry mobs, that in leaving their city, they would be sustained in the wilderness by the God they loved.

Like Priddy Meeks, many abandoned their possessions, “I had a small flock of sheep which I had not time to sell.  These I left, together with my house and lot, the former containing my furniture and books.”
They packed and repacked wagons, trying to make room for keepsakes that would give them some sense of civilization in a new land.  Some, in an optimistic gesture, hid their china in the bottom of privies, hoping they might someday come back to reclaim it.  They never did.  The white and gold temple, with its inscription, “Holiness to the Lord” was the symbol of their faith and their sacrifice, the sorrow of their abandonings.
 
Temple
When the rooms were opened on December 10, 1845, they flocked to the temple for the sacred ordinances that would sanctify their loss.  In January Brigham Young wrote, “Such has been the anxiety manifested by the saints to receive the ordinances, and such the anxiety on our part to administer to them, that I have given myself up entirely to the work of the Lord in the Temple night and day, not taking more than four hours sleep, upon an average, per day, and going home but once a week.”

Their enemies continued their relentless pressure, and the thought of leaving in the spring became a pipe dream.  Governor Ford warned that federal troops in St. Louis planned to intercept the Saints and destroy them.  An indictment was filed against Brigham and eight others of the Twelve, charging them with counterfeiting, and in February they knew it was time to go.  Brigham had planned to stop the ordinance work on February 3 to make final preparations for the trip west, but so many still clamored for their endowments, he delayed his trip two more weeks.


  In all, 5,615, would receive their endowments before they shut the temple doors behind them and turned their faces west.

They left their beautiful Nauvoo with feelings like those of Bathsheba Smith, who said, “My last act in that precious spot was to tidy the rooms, sweep up the floor and set the broom in its accustomed place behind the door. Then with emotions in my heart which I could not now pen and which I then strove with success to conceal, I gently closed the door and faced an unknown future, faced a new life, a greater destiny as I well knew, but I faced it with faith in God and with no less assurance of the ultimate establishment of the Gospel in the West and of its true, enduring principles, than I had felt in those trying scenes in Missouri.”

Leaving Nauvoo
It was a miserable day, February 4, 1846, when Charles Shumway led the first group of refugees with their sagging wagonloads down to the Mississippi River.  Soon, in a miracle the Saints would always remember and recount, the river would freeze to let a wave of refugees across, but most like Charles, would stand at the river and watch dangerous ice floes drift by, waiting for that moment when they would clump together and leave a momentary opening so the immigrants could get to the other side.  Between February 8 and February 16, nearly five hundred families would leave, their rickety wagons waiting in a line down Parley Street for their turn at the ferry.

Among these was eight-year-old John Young, a nephew of Brigham Young.  When his father’s wagon stood before the door of the home and his father was packing their household goods into the wagon, he looked up to see the ashen face of his mother.  “Mother,” he asked, “what is the matter?”  “We are going to leave our home,” she answered, “and we will never see it again.”
It was cold, wet, muscle-straining job to load the Saints’ reduced possessions onto flatboats to make the treacherous crossing.  Ferrymen worked tirelessly, night and day, to transport the refugees, halting only for weather.  As the wagons crossed the river one by one, wind buffeted them, frightened oxen lurched, and unexpected ice chunks threatened to cut through the frail boats.  More than one boat and its cargo swamped and sank to the bottom.  Brigham Young noted, “A filthy wicked man squirted some tobacco juice into the eyes of one of the startled oxen attached to Thomas Grover’s wagon,” and the oxen kicked a hole in the boat, which sank as it neared the Iowa side.  The people were rescued; the oxen and all their possessions sank to the bottom of the river.
Because members of the Twelve were endangered by the law, they were among the first to leave, and once they had gone, the people followed quickly, sometimes abandoning their thorough preparations.  Still, it would become the most remarkable exodus of an entire people in American history.  They were the camp of Israel, the Lord’s people making a wilderness trek, led by their own Moses and watched over by God, whose miracles would carry them.

They were resolute and hopeful, but only partly successful in hiding their sadness.  Parley’s Street, where the wagons lined up that February waiting for their turn to cross the river, became known as the Trail of Tears.  The pangs continued on the western shore where, at the last prominence where Nauvoo could still be seen, the Saints turned for a wistful, parting glance.  “The top of this hill I was aware,” wrote Priddy Meeks, “was the last point from which I could see the Nauvoo temple.  I have no words with which to convey a proper conception of my feelings when taking a last look at this sacred monument.After the lapse of thirty-six years, I can scarcely restrain my feelings when I write of it.”  After their final departure, most of them, including Brigham Young, who lived thirty-one more years, would never see Nauvoo again.  “By the rivers of Babylon, there we sat down, yea, we wept, when we remembered Zion.”

[This article has been an excerpt from The Gathering, Mormon Pioneers on the Trial to Zion, originally published by Deseret Book Company, Salt Lake City, Utah.]