with it, and in our county two and three seemed to be taken out of every family. I was truly distracted. No one dared come to the house. Those passing on the street would hold their noses and take the opposite side [of] the road. We had no drug stores and were three miles from stores of any kind or a railroad station. Amanda got better but little Sarah died on the 3rd ofjuly, 1880, and was buried on the 4th. Our little daughter Deseretta, then six years old, was coming down with it and she died July 26,1880, and was buried on the 27th. My oldest daughter Cordelia, went to the burial but was sick coming down with it. I thought surely that all were going to die and all that I desired was to be able to live and wait upon them all till the last minute to see them laid away and then go too. "I had those children sick, very sick over a month, i sat up with them night and day. No one but myself gave them one bite to eat, a drop to drink or adose of medicine. I never closed my eyes in sleep but twice during that period. Once was when little Sarah died—I laid down and had a short sleep thinking to be able to lookafter the next, and once after little Dessie died for the same reason that I might better take care of Delia who was then coming down with it. During all this time I never took my clothes off except to change, and never even lay down to rest. My daughter, Delia, then about fourteen was a very sick girl. I think she suffered more than those who died, and she came very near dying. One morning a Brother Little came to administer to her. He did so. I listened to the administration with great anxiety to see if he would promise life and recovery. All the promise he made was that as her faith was so it should be with her. Just about one o'clock she seemed to get worse. Her pain was intense. She tore her hair and seemed distressed for breath. Her heart, too, seemed to be failing her. I knew not what to do. There was a bottle of turpentine there, I poured some into a teaspoon and gave it to her in my desperation. 1 think it acted as a heart stimulate and also a febrifuge, anyway it gave her some relief. Soon she said, 'Mama, who is that singing outside?' I said that I could not hear any one. She said it sounded like little boys' voices and thought it strange that I could not hear them. There,' she said, They have gone away.' Soon she said there were girls singing, and asked if I couldn't hear them, and as I said 'No,' she replied, that they were right under the window and wanted me to look out and see them, which I did but could see no one. She wondered at that but immediately said, "They are little girls and are here in the room dressed beautifully and they have come for me. Mama, can't I go with them?' "I said, 'Delia, you are my oldest I love you and would hate to spare you, but if you want to go you can. You know, Cal Little said in his prayer that as your faith was so it should be with you, so if you want to go you can, but I hate to have you go.' She thought a moment then said, 'I will stay.' The little girls then disappeared instantly. I knew then that she would get well, but she recovered slowly and for some time she was almost paralyzed in her lower limbs. She was covered with large purple spots. It was several weeks before they cleared up and a long time before she had a proper use of her limbs."33