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The people who brought this message of joy to Liverpool were destined to be great among the Latter-day Saints, to be loved and honored in all the stakes of Zion; for they were none other than President John Taylor and his wife Leonora.

It was no wonder, then, that after he left the house George Q.'s mother should say to him, "Your uncle is a man of God."

How eagerly and earnestly George Q. had listened to his uncle, and he knew that President Taylor was telling the truth. When next he said his prayers you may be sure he thanked God for the glorious news, and as long as he lived he never ceased to be filled with gratitude and praise to his Heavenly Father for the restoration of the Gospel.

After a while the family started on their journey to gather with the Saints in Nauvoo. On the ocean the mother was taken sick and died, and the sorrow stricken family were compelled to see the body of their dear mother buried in the deep sea.

When Nauvoo was reached there was a large gathering of the Saints to welcome the weary travelers. George Q. had never seen the Prophet Joseph, not even a picture of him, but he knew him among the crowd gathered at the landing, and he said, he believed he would have known him to be the Prophet Joseph anywhere in the world.

George Q. was a very industrious person, as bov. youth and man, and never failed to do his best. This quality, which is so essential to success for all who would be of value in the world, was a great characteristic of George Q. Cannon and enabled him to perform many arduous labors, to endure suffering and pain and brought him the rewards of a life well spent in doing his duty, loving and serving his people as well as his own dear ones, and also in spreading the Gospel to the nations of the earth.

He lived to be one of the most honored men in our Church, holding many responsible positions, was one of the First Presidency for many years, and when he was called to work on the other side, his loss was felt by all who knew him, whether Mormon, Jew or Gentile.

LESSON XIX.

Chapter 19. Young Folk's History of the Church.

ELMINA S. TAYLOR.

Elmina Shepard Taylor, the subject of this sketch, was born in Middlefield, Otsego Co., State of New York, on the 12th of September, 1830. She was the eldest daughter of David S. and Rozella Bailey Shepard. Her parents were devout Methodists, and

she was therefore reared under a strong religious influence, and early learned respect and reverence for a Supreme Being. She was rather small in stature, but bright and active, full of fun, ever ready to join in the games and pleasures of her associates. Being the eldest grandchild, she was a great favorite with her grandparents, and spent much of her time when a child with them. She remembers with pleasure the happy days spent in their picturesque country home, which was almost surrounded with beautiful fruit trees.

She was always willing and anxious to assist in picking berries, cherries, etc., and as she was quite a venturesome little miss, took delight in climbing on the highest branches of the cherry

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trees and teetering up and down, to the consternation of her grandma below.

On a hill about half a mile from the house was quite a forest of maple trees. Possibly the majority of the readers of the Children's Friend never saw maple sugar made, so we will tell you something about it. In the early spring, when the sap is rising from the roots of the trees, where it has been during the winter, men bore holes in the tree, about two or three feet from the ground, and insert a hollow spile or wooden tube, something like a funnel, with a lip or spout on the large end, and as the sap rises it runs into these tubes and out into buckets placed on the ground under them. When these are full, they are emptied into large vats, or

boilers, and the sap is boiled for hours, and skimmed often, until it becomes sugary. It is then turned into moulds, and when perfectly cold and hard, is ready for the market. This was a happy time for the children, for when the syrup was boiled till nearly done, one of the men would hang a white cloth on a tree, and that was a signal to them that they could come up and get some "jack wax," as they called it. When they reached the camp they would run out with their tin pans,fill them with snow, and the men would pour some of the thick syrup on the snow, which would soon harden and make good maple sugar candy.

Another favorite amusement was climbing on the hay in the barn and jumping down on a pile of straw on the ground. You see that children sixty or seventy years ago used to enjoy much the same pleasures as the children of today.

Sister Taylor was a studious child at school, and made such good progress, that she was given a position as teacher in a small country school when only sixteeen years of age, and remained there two seasons, and was then proffered a position is a school some two hundred miles from her home, near New York City, on the banks of the beautiful Hudson river. Here she became acquainted with some members of the Church of Jesus Christ of Latter-day Saints, who were living in the neighborhood where she was teaching, and from them obtained some of the Church works, which she carefully read. She also attended some of the meetings of the Saints, and soon became convinced of the truthfulness of the work. She was baptized into the Church in July, 1856, and was married the following month to George H. Taylor, by Apostle John Taylor.

Brother and Sister Taylor left their comfortable home in New York in the spring of 1859, and began their journey to Salt. Lake City, traveling all the way from Omaha with teams, as most of the early settlers of Utah had to travel. While they were making the journey, the people traveled in companies of fifty. When they camped at night they would form a circle with the wagons, and put all the cattle and horses (if they had any) in the center, so they could not stray off, nor the Indians steal them. Then the men of the company would take turns guarding the trains during the night.

Many amusing incidents occurred to break the monotony of the long, hard journey. When they started, Brother Taylor had a nice little cow that was giving milk. She was quite a wild, fiery animal, and it was hard at times to get her in the corral with the other stock, but if Sister Taylor put her head out of the wagon, and called to her, the cow would run up to her like a pet dog. Sister Taylor says: "When we milked the cow in the morning we would divide the milk with those who were less fortunate than ourselves, then I would pour some of it into a bucket in which I

had broken some "hard tack" biscuit, put the lid on, and by the time we stopped for dinner they would be soft enough to eat. The rest of the milk I would put into a large-mouthed bottle, for which Mr. Taylor had made a small churn dash, and when we camped at night it would only require a little work with the dash to churn it into butter."

Herds of buffalo often passed the company, and occasionally some of the loose stock would run off with them, and delay the train sometimes a whole day to get them back.

One day the man who had charge of the stock, lost his way in the mountains while hunting for one of the cows who had strayed away, and it was nearly two days before he was found. He was all right, but quite frightened.

While traveling on the banks of the Platte river, they were met by a band of Indians, who were very anxious to buy some of the women of the company. One of them offered Brother Taylor several ponies if he would sell Sister Taylor to him.

She was

walking by the wagon at the time, and the Indians became so very earnest that Brother Taylor was a little uneasy for fear they might try to use force, so he told Sister Taylor to get into the wagon. He finally succeeded in sending them away by giving them some flour and other food.

Their company arrived in Salt Lake valley in the month of September. Neither Brother nor Sister Taylor had been used to rough, hard work, he being an engraver by trade, but he made up his mind to accept the first job of work that was offered to him, however hard it might be. Soon after their arrival a man came to them and said he wanted a good live Yankee to tend the tail of a saw in Big Cottonwood Canyon. Brother Taylor told the man he would take the place, although some of his friends thought he would not be strong enough for such heavy work.

He started for the canyon the next Monday morning, Sister Taylor going with him, and remained there till very late in the fall, as they lost their cattle and had to depend on some one else to bring them down. This was a very severe experience for both of them, but they were willing to do anything they could to earn a livelihood, and through this spirit of self-sacrifice, industry and determination they have been greatly prospered.

Sister Taylor has been an active worker in all of the women's organizations in the Church, and traveled hundreds of miles with Sisters Eliza R. Snow, Zina D. Young, M. Isabella Horne and other prominent women to visit the various Stakes of Zion. She always enjoyed meeting with the Primary Associations and talking to the children.

Much more that would be interesting might be said of this noble woman, but we fear it would make the story too long for our meeting. We feel that the children will join with us in wishing

that Sister Taylor may be restored to health, for she has been an invalid for several years, and may live many years yet to do good among the Saints.

LESSON XX.

Chapter 20. Young Folk's History of the Church.

MARIA Y. DOUGALL.

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Sister Maria Young Dougall will tell you a little about the fun the children of Brigham Young had when they all lived in the historic Lion House. If you boys and girls could see Sister Dougall today, you might think, "Surely, that beautiful lady doesn't remember what they did in pioneer days; she is too young to know anything about it." But she isn't,she just looks young because she never says cross words or gets angry. She is always happy and makes people who come near her happy

too. Her home is a good place to go into. The Spirit of the Lord is there, for it is an abode of peace. Every corner of it is so pretty that it rests your eyes, while the very air invites you to feel at home and enjoy yourself while you stay. This peaceful spirit may come partly from the holy Temple where Sister Dougall constantly works for the good of the living and the dead.

For thirty-three years Sister Dougall has been a worker in the Y. L. M. I. A., having been first counselor to the general president, Sister E. S. Taylor, for about eighteen years.

This daughter of President Young first saw the light of day in the old "Log Row," which was near the site of the Eagle Gate. It was one of the first houses built by our great pioneer leader, and consisted of ten log rooms, built in a row with a large kitchen at the west end, where the family assembled three times a day to eat their meals. Standing near this quaint house was the old band carriage which was brought across the plains and in it lived one of the wives. While Sister Dougall was a very little girl, her mother moved into the big "white house" on the hill. Here the child amused herself for hours playing a "make-believe" piano. A

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