A Sketch of Nehum Bieglow

[Typed 21 Jan 2000 by Carol Rawlins from a typescript in the Church Archives, Church Historical Department; Pq; M270.1; B592s. The author's name is not given. Spelling and typing errors have not been changed.]


(Brother to Sophia Bigelow who married Abraham Winsor.
[This was written in pencil below the title by someone else.] )

Little can be told of the early life of Nehum Bigelow for it is now many years since he died, leaving behind him no record except the one kept in the hearts of loving decendants.

From that record halting and imperfect as it may be and is, the following sketch has been made: Born in Brandon, Rutland Co., Vermont, in the year 1785 on the 19th day of February he was trained in all those sturdy habits of mind and body common to the New Englanders of the last century. His people were farmers and stock raisers. With true yankee restlessness he determined, when a man grown to try something with greater promise of speedy wealth.

With a peddlers pack he started out and from place to place he traveled for a number of years. With such glee he used afterwards to tell his children one incident of this time of his life. One old gentleman, a French Canadian and a trapper probably, once offered him his daughter, the generous offer being supplemented by that which often makes the plainest and ugliest of women beautiful and desirable in the eyes of some men her weight in gold.

Neither the dark charms of the black-eyed French girl, nor the bright glitter of her father's precious gold could tempt the study New Englander to sell his birthright or lend himself to anything unworthy his name and manhood. The charms and gold were gently but firmly refused.

One other incident of this time also remains in the minds of his children. On one of his trips in Ohio probably, he stopped at a house, and working about with the air of one old before her time, wise beyond her years was a girl, Mary Gibbs. She was only twelve years old, the firm sweet mouth and dark blue eyes bespoke character of a high grade. In his heart this middle-aged man, for he was now thirty-six years old, said "If ever I marry, that's the girl I want for my wife." The old Scotch proverb says "If you really wish for anything you'll certainly get the sleeves." What with wishing and adding efforts to wishing, the two were married in Laurence Co., Laurenceville, Ill. Dec. 12, 1826. The usual incidents of pioneer life with the birth of children and mingled scenes of woe and happiness.

Joy and Pain attended this couple for a number of years, the first child was a girl. Mary Jane was her name and the second was a son, Hyrum. The first girl was quiet, steady, exceedingly patient but withal firm and unyielding on matters of duty and principle. Hyrum was steady, sober and thoughtful beyond his years, then came Lucy, always a bright, lovely and lovable child. Her powers of attraction were early displayed and whom more than one man would have given his weight in gold to possess as his wife, so much whe inherited from her father. Then Asa Eligah was born Feb. 2 1832, in a short time Lavina followed Asa. Asa is a genuine son of his father inheriting the independence of character, strict honesty of purpose and conscientiousness of every action so notable as a Bigelow trait. Lavina was always a gay frolicsome lassie much like Lucy in face yet lacking some of the force of character in her sister.

While Lavina was a baby, rumors of the new religion of Joseph Smith and followers came to the farm house in Laurenceville. The mysterious golden bible and revelations from God to the lad Joseph Smith were spoken often about by friends and neighbors. About this time Nehum met with an accident which nearly cost his life and which well showed the decision of character. It was haying time and the stack was just being stoped off. Nehum and some hired men were at work being through all slid off the stack

Neham being the last, a pitchfork had in some way been stuck loosely in the side of the stack and as he came down the tooth of the fork caught him in the thigh and pinioned him fast, bleeding profusely. He shouted to the men below, he being suspended on the fork against the upper part of the stack and the handle of the fork sticking in the ground. "pull out the fork, knock the fork from under me," but all stood in stupid amazement, no one moved. And at last with a cry of rage and pain he flipped his other foot around and kicked out the fork and came heavily down to earth senseless and bleeding. Six weeks elapses and he recovered from this accident.

Another son was next born Oct. 4, 1835 and named Liola. Shortly after this two elders preaching the new gospel and bearing a copy of the now famous golden Bible named the Book of Mormon, came to the Bigelow home. They were kindly received, as were all strangers in this household, and the father and mother listened kindly, but at first incredulously, to the things told by these singular men.

That angels should come from heaven, that God should again speak from his high and distant throne, that a new dispensation was come, these were all startling announcements. They required care, study and deep thought mingled with prayer, in order to understand and grasp their important reliability. The family Bible was brought out, and many evenings when many weary bodies ached to be at rest, the eager, thruth seeking minds of this honest hearted family were studying the sacred records to find corroberative evidence said by these men to be upon its inspired pages.

At last his reason convinced, yet his extreme caution causing him to hesitate and ponder well this new and vastly important step, Nehum was told to follow the advice given by our Savior to his disciples, "Ask and it Shall be given you; Seek and ye shall find; knock, and it shall be opened unto you." Added to this was the promise anciently given to the honest hearts who were willing then as now to accept the gospel, which is ever for the poor in heart and simple in mind and spirit. "These signs shall follow them that believe; in my name shall they cast out devils," etc.

He was promised that if he would humble himself and go down into the water for baptism, then would hands be laid on him by those commissioned of God for the reception of the Holy Ghost, which great witness would speak to his soul, with any or all of the wonderful signs of his peculiar presence to those who fulfill this the first law of this old yet new gospel. At last he consented, asking God to withhold his sanction if it was not of him, and to give that sanction in majesty and power if it was his will and his gospel, he went humbly down into the waters of baptism. Coming out he was confirmed and promised the Holy Ghost, which straightway fell upon him, and behold he prophesied and testified in burning powerful words of truth and glory which he had that day received. No after trial or affliction, not though he was robbed and beaten, prisoned and driven again and again from house and home, aye even though he gave up his life finally as a martyr to this cause, not once did his faith and testimony waver from the light he that day received. But like a soldier, he gought with disease, calamity, mobs, affliction and death, crying with his last breath upon the God who had shown him such tender mercy and kindness.

His wife and elder children were also baptised on the same day April 29, 1839. After this another son came to them, whom they named Moroni, in memory of the great Nephite general, who was the last of his race and who delivered the golden plates from their long hiding place into the hands of the youthful prophet, Joseph Smith.

The girl Sarah had indeed been named for the mother of the Lamanite and Nephite nation by the mother, Mary Gibbs Bigelow who long before their baptism had received the gospel in her heart. Daniel was the next child and was born in Mercer Co., Ill. He lived there ten years then after receiving the gospel had moved up to Mercer Co., in the northern part of Illinois. Four years were spent here as it was still quite a distance from the body of the church, which was then located at Nauvoo (or Commerce, as it is called on the maps). Nehum decided to move once more. He was a stirring, active man and prosperity followed his footsteps.

The children were familiar with a huge tool chest, which contained many strange and unknown tools and instruments; and into the traditions of the family has been woven the fact, that father Nehum was an inventor, and had spent many days of his younger life in trying to solve the problem of perpetual motion.

His success was that of others who wasted time in this direction. But, at least, it cultivated the reasoning faculty, developed the mind, trained the hand, and interested the thoughts. This faculty was visible in a hundred handy ways about the household, and it made the Bigelow family one known to possess many comforts and conveniences otherwise unattainable in a western country.

In the year 1843 Nehum bought 160 acres in Handcock Co., and sent Lebias T. Coon with his son Asa to help to break up the prairie land. For this purpose they four yoke of oxen and such other implements as were necessary for the purpose.

The children grew apace, Daniel being a cute, bright and affectionate little fellow, with all the restless activity of his father, and something of the patient forbearing disposition of sister Mary. Moroni was an independent, headstrong boy controlled only by effection.

The start was made in Hancock Co., and everything prospered and throve under the wise judicious handling of father Nahum. Living only eighteen miles from Nauvoo, the family carryall was often hitched up and driven into town that all hands might attend meetings and receive a refreshing of the mind as well as a rest to the body.

Strict to punctiliousness, knowing and believing the law of tithing, which demanded that one tenth of all the increase of the saints should go into the Lord's storehouse for the benefit of the poor, the fatherless and the sick among the Saints as also to build Temples and other sacred buildings, Nahum strictly complied with the law. Oftentimes his wagon, loaded with pork, with grain and with other fruits of his toil, passed down the road from Handcock Co. to Nauvoo, and in due time he was known and loved by the prophet Joseph and his associate brethren, among whom was Brigham Young, afterwards the President and leader of the church. Of Nahum it was truly said by those over him in authority "Behold a good man, in whom there is no guile."

His neighbors in Hancock Co., most of whom were outside the church, and had a growing hatred and dislike to any and everything called Mormon, yet did they respect and honor this honest man, who never feared man nor failed to fear and reverence his God. The hatred and abuse that had followed this community from its earliest organization now began to show itself in the mobocratic spirit which grew in the hearts of those outside the church.

The persecutions began in the more southerly counties and crept up until it terminated in the murder of the prophet and of the Patriarch. Not content with this diabolical deed, the people of the state arose and demanded the expulsion of the whole people.

Encouraged by the quiesence of governor a man by name of Ford, in their hellish deeds, the mobs would gather and some dark night set fire to the stacks and barns of some unsuspecting Mormon. The Mormon awakened by unusual glare would sometimes rush out and with frantic efforts seek to save his property. Then with deliberate coolness the men concealed behind trees or bushes, guided by the light of their own incendiarism, would use the persecuted Mormon as a target filling him full of holes and leaving him at last to gasp out his dying breath in the arms of his wife and little ones.

All this while Nahum went quietly about his work. This sort of thing continued for another year. They martyred the Prophet in June, 1844, in that same fall the last child was born to this couple. They named him Joseph Smith but he died two years from birth, of that we will speak again.

In the early fall of 1845 all the saints living outside of Nauvoo were advised to move into the city for mutual protection. Consequently Nahum took his family down to Nauvoo. Shortly after, however, President Young made an agreement with the governor that he would move the people beyond the confines of the state, if they could be unmolested untill the spring, in order that proper arrangement could be made for such a gigantic undertaking. Thousands of people were to be moved away from every trace of civilization into the great unknown, untrodden wilderness far in the west. Meanwhile those with homes outside the city were given permission to return and gather in their crops if they themselves felt brave enough to do so. Having a disposition in which the fear of man had never entered, Nahum quietly took his family back to their farm in Hancock Co.

Governor Ford promised protection to the Saints, and when the state militia were not present, he told President Young to have a militia organized to help themselves. This was accordingly done. It was not long that Nahum was allowed to go on in the peaceful performance of his duties. The ague had settled upon some of the children and at length attacked the father himself. The faithful mother had her hands and heart full, going from bed to bed to attend the wants of the sick ones.

One night, about ten o'clock the door was rudely pushed open and a man followed or accompanied by nine others, stood within the house. In a harsh, savage voice he burst out, "You'un must leave here." Nahum raised himself on his elbow and answered sharply, "What do you mean?" "You'uns must leave here," the first man riterated more fiercely than before. "What for?" called out the sick man. "Because we say so," replied the desperado.

"By what authority do you order peaceable citizens to leave their homes and lands which they have paid the government for"

"By our governor's authority and that of other officers."

"What right has a governor or other officers to order peaceable citizens to leave their homes and lands in free America?"

At this one fellow out side the door called out "Don't stand there a dilly-dallying; take a brand of fire and stick under the house, and rout them out."

The first desperado now began pulling out his huge buckskins and started for the fireplace. The wife and mother who sat near the fire, reached out and took out the heavy tongs, whose knob was as large as a hen's egg, and raising it aloft as he stooped, she looked him squarely in the eye. Backward went the bully, quelled by the power in the woman's steady blue eyes. "What have we done to you?" she hissed out. "That you want to come in here and set our house on fire with my husband sick?" Once more the man reached for the brand. "You touch that brand of fire, and I'll hit you over the head." The flash in the eyes showed that she meant what she said. Awed by the courage of the woman, the man retreated and she seeing her advantage began reasoning with him. "What do you come here for? We have never hurt you?"

"Well, you'uns left here once without orders now we'll make you leave with orders." Once more she reasoned with him, and at last turning to the man without, he said "We'll postpone this order for three days and then if they ain't out, we will tumble 'em out and burn them up." To this there came a general assent from the assembly mob. He turned to the family and repeated his warning, with all vindictiveness he could put in his threat.

As they walked away the family heard the voice of the neighbor among the mob, one who had always seemed friendly to them. But will not religious hatred make enemies and even murderer's of any weak man? Hiram was at once despatched to Nauvoo to get instructions from President Young. He returned with instructions to make out affidavits, with names of witnesses added, and send them at once to Carthage for military help as governor Ford had promised.

Little confidence was felt in these promises but the saints were determined to live up to the law to the very letter and to carry out the governor's advice in every possible way. President Young told Hyrum to use all speed, then if the governor refused help, "Come back to Nauvoo," he said, "And we will send help, meanwhile" he added, "take this pistol to your father, and if he is put in any danger, tell him to defend himself and family with it." The message and large horse pistol were at once delivered to his father, and then the lad set off for Carthage, distance of about thirty two miles, with affidavits properly made out and signed.

Arriving at Carthage, Hiram was coldly received and told by governor Ford to go to Brigham and get help. "Get some of our Nauvoo militia to help you." Hyrum hastened back home to report his failure to father and mother, then down to Nauvoo. The evening of the third day came, and the family saw the shades of darkness fall around them with hearts full of dread and suspense. The pistol was loaded and near the father's hands. He was determined to do all he could to protect his wife, children and home.

The mother and eldest girl, Mary, sat by the fire watching and listening with ears to every sound. The rest were in bed sick or asleep. At length the mother whispered, "Father, father, I hear horses hoofs coming." Then as the muffled sounds became apparent to his own ear, he whispered back "Listen, Mary, and see if you can hear what they say."

"Hark, yes. One of them says 'Boyes you stay here and I'll go see.'"

"Then" whispered Nehum "you are quite sure it isn't Hirum with help from Nauvoo?" "No, no, it's new, strange men; it is the mob father, what shall we do?" For answer he sprang from his sick bed and grasping the pistol stood against the door, holding it shut as there was nothing nut a rude latch to protect them from violence without.

"Does Mr. Bigelow live here? Asked a stern voice outside.

"Yes, sir."

"Well, I want to see him."

"That's my name," rang out the excited vice of Nahum, always a loud speaker. When excited his tones were uncommonly clear, high and piercing. The men at the gate, as was afterwards testified, heard every word Nahum said but could not catch their leader's tones.

"That's my name," said Nahum, "What do you want?"

"Oh, I want to see Mr. Bigelow," again answered the strange man without.

"That's my name," fairly shouted the sick and nervous man "What do you want?"

"Don't be so particular, but let me in." replied the man without, pushing with all his might against the door, and forcing with his superior strength the sick man and his wife back. Once more Nahum shouted his question "What do you want?" and receiving the same answer "Oh, what's the use in being so particular, let me in and I'll tell you." As he replied fairly forcing his way into the house the sick man stepped quickly back and like a flash ping went the report of the pistol.

The stranger, only partly in the house, turned with a loud cry and shouted as he ran back to the gate, "Come on, boy's I'm shot."

The mother grabbed the ax, and reaching for his gun loaded with no. 6 buckshot, the brave man pulled his gun to his shoulder and shot the retreating form of his supposed enemy. "Hold on," yelled a voice from the outside as the shot-gun again came into place, and knowing the foolish trick had been carried too far "We're from Carthage, we've come to protect you, we're your friends."

"Good heavens." Ejaculated the father, as the gun fell from his now nerveless hands. "Why didn't you tell me you were my friends?" And then to the men now crowding the room, "Why didn't you tell me you were my friends?" I'd no more have shot you than I would my wife or children." Great drops of sweat stood upon his forehead and he trembled with the agony of remorse that came to him with the knowledge of the mistake he had made. The poor fellow who had carried his ill-timed joke to such a miserable length, staggered into a chair, whispering fairly in his pain, "Just see, I've come to protect you, and see how you've hurt me."

"Why didn't you tell me you were friends? Man, I would no more have shot you than my wife or family," repeated the sorrow-stricken perpettrator of the deed.

One bullet hole in his left breast and one in his left hip were bleeding profusely and he was at once laid upon a bed while a doctor was sent for from Carthage. It is necessary now that I shall go back a little and relate what had happened outside and why such silly scare or joke had been attempted on the family. The little party, numbering four men and their leader Lt. Everett had been hastily dispatched after the lad Hiram had left Carthage; the cowardice of the governor suggesting that if he broke his solemn pledge when notified properly as provided by the law, in some way he or his position might be liable to summary vengeance. So in all haste he sent the relief squad under Lt. Everett. Arriving within the neighborhood some inquiries were made, as it happened, of one of the mobbers himself, a man by the name of Sam Dixon.

Dixon was taken along with the soldiers, either willingly or unwillingly and when near the house the mobber suggested to the soldiers "Let's have some fun with the old man. We'll give him a good scare. He's expecting the mob and if we keep quiet he'll take us for 'em and be properly scared." For a little sport the suggestion was adopted, with the result which I have told.

As soon as the excitement inside the house had abated a little, the wounded Lt. Spoke to Nahum saying "You need have no trouble over this matter, for I will at once make a deposition in writing telling the whole truth and putting the blame where it belongs." Just then one of the family called out, "The mob, the mob. They are surrounding the house. See them moving out at the gate?"

"Boys" called out the wounded leader, "to your arms and do your duty." Suddenly remembering old Sam Dixon slipped hurridedly out to relate what protection had been sent to the house and to disband the mob, for that night at least. He had forgotten in the general excitement that the signal agreed upon among themselves was to be the firing of a gun. The gun of the brave farmer had done more than to heavily punish the maker of a bad and ill-timed jest, it had also sounded the signal for his deadly enemies to assemble and burn his home about his ears. Upon hearing, however, how matters were in the house, the mob quietly disbanded and dispersed.

U.S. soldiers with faithful guns out of every door and window were not the sort of people that mobbers, cowardly, murderous bullies that they were, cared to meet. So for awhile the household was unmolested by these fiends in human shape. Another painful scene of this dreadful affair was yet to be enacted.

Nahum, sick and feeble, was obliged to go up to Carthage to 'stand his trial'. True to his word, Lt. Everett, made out an affidavit entirely clearing Nahum from any blame. The wounded Lt. was left at his homestead, the mother and daughters doing everything in their power to relieve his suffering and pain. A solder was sent along with Nahum to protect him from the violence of the mob.

His faithful wife insisted upon going also, fearing that the life of her husband might be taken on the way to his trial. In a wagon, on a hastily arranged bed, the intense rays of the midsummer sun powering down upon his head, no wagon cover, nothing to mitigate the scorching heat, the sick man was taken by those having the party in charge eight or ten miles out of the way, making a long dreary two days journey of that which might have been accomplished in one day.

As they traveled, word flew abroad that the Mormon who had shot the 2nd Lt. in the state army was being taken to Carthage. Everywhere crowds gathered about the wagon, swearing, cursing him, threatening and even demanding his life. "Let's take the old fellow out and flay him alive." Said one man. "If you take him, you'll have to kill me first," quietly answered the wife.

The soldier who had been sent for protection was a brave and humane man; honor be to his memory. His name was Bush. He would reason, argue and, if necessary, tell the assembled crowd plainly and roughly. "I've come along here to see justice done by this man; and I am going to do it. I'm a soldier of the U.S. army, and if you kill this man, no matter who are what he is, you'll have to trample over my dead body to do it." A judicious fingering of his heavy arms accompanied always this declaration, and it had the effect of reducing the clamors to growls of future threats and menances. This sort of thing was repeated all along the route. "Let's hang him up to the first tree." "Tie a stone around his neck and throw him into the river."

Through it all the wife calmly held her place at the side of her sick husband, silently praying to God and fervently thanking him for raising up so powerful a friend in their sore need as the brave soldier, Bush. Reaching Carthage, the case was quickly disposed of, the affidavit of the wounded man Everett entirely cleared Nahum from all blame before even the most vindicitive court. The news quickly spread that the "Mormon" was acquitted.

The party hurried home, and arriving there found the Lt. removed and the children alone and frightened for the lives of their absent parents. Nahum, well knowing what the darkness of night would bring, hastily gathered all his family together, and taking a few quilts hurried out into the corn fields. It was already dark and no time was to be lost.

Midnight brought the realization of their fears. At the house where seen lights, shots were repeatedly fired, windows were smashed and diligent search was made for fugitives. Great blood-hounds were turned loose to hunt through the fields for their would be victims. Down under the corn huddled the family, even the baby, all holding their breath and not daring to move lest their hiding place should be discovered. "Father," whispered the children, "the dogs are coming down this row. Oh, what shall we do?"

"Lie still and pray," was the quiet but firm reply. Their prayers were heard; neither wicked men nor fierce dogs discovered their retreat; and towards morning the sounds ceased and the family felt relieved for awhile at least.

The condition of their house and premises next morning convinced Nahum that he must move his family into Nauvoo if he wished to preserve their life and his own. Fortunately, a man from the city passing their door that morning agreed to take them all down with him.

One other incident which occurred to Nahum in this great blast of persecution which over Ill., blackening her fair fame and sullying her skirts with the innocent blood of men, women and little children, must be here related, as it was of great effect on the after life and health of the father, indeed causing at last his death.

Asa, the second son, a fearless, resolute lad, was sent back to the farm. It was Asa who had saved the lives of the whole family the morning before their departure, it happened in this wise:

Sent down to the spring for water, on their return to the house from their hiding place in the cornfields, he noticed as he stooped to draw the water a green glistening scum on the top. "If you drink that," something seemed to whisper to him, "you'll all be poisoned." Blowing away the scum he took portion up to the house, carefully repeating the warning his spirit had seemed to receive. The bucket was hung out of reach, some of the water was bottled to take into town for chemical analysis, and water was obtained from a distant spring for that day.

It was proved by analysis that there was poison enough in that one bucketful of water to have instantly killed the whole family. The cowards! Striking in the dark, and as it were at their opponents' unsuspecting back. The boasted land of liberty, where were your upholsters then, that such deeds could go unpunished even to this day!

This boy Asa was left at the farm to do what he could to gather and save the crops. Recovering his health in part, after a few weeks, the father resolved to return to the farm and help the boy. He was warned that there was a dire threat ready to be put into execution should he dare venture away from the safety of the city. Never afraid, he snapped his fingers at the warnings and went back to his farm. No sooner did he make his appearance than he seemed to meet with great kindness everywhere. Evidently this pretended kindness had its desired effect; the farmer was thrown entirely off his guard. Invited to take breakfast with one Sim Porter, he at once complied and went over to his house.

At breakfast Nahum noticed and alluded innocently to the fact of the coffee tasting bitter, but was laughingly assured that the bitterness must be in his own mouth. Immediately after his return to his own house he was seized with a sudden and strange pain. It grew into agony and he was soon conveyed by the boy to Nauvoo. There his distress was beyond description. His screams were heard at a great distance, and scarcely could the people about hold him in his terrible struggles for life and breath. Medical skill acknowledged itself powerless. Then was called into requisition that wonderful, but little understood, power of faith and prayer. Again and again was he administered to by Elders of the church, and at length the evil was in part rebuked and he began to be more able to indure his sufferings.

All winter, however he was very ill and knew that it was God and the power of God only which gave him back his life 'for a little season'.

The move westward had been decided on by the church and preparations were being hastily made to get the people away by the coming spring. "Only to get my family moved and to see them settled with the body of the church, on what ever spot of earth that may prove to be," that was the constant, hourly prayer of that suffering martyr, the whole of that long, hard and bitter winter. The coffee offered under the guise of friendship had cost him almost his life, and yet how fervently he prayed to have a lease given him to get his family away from mob law and mob violence unto some untrodden desert, where men might fear naught but the wild beast of the mountain, and fear to do wrong or grieve the good spirit that leads unto all peace, all love and all righteousness.

His prayer was again answered. Asa was left all winter at the farm, answering the rough men who came to the door sometimes with the question, "Ain't you'un afraid to stay here alone?"

"No, what am I afraid of? I've done no one any harm." Sometimes a neighbor's son, Andrew Allen, would come over and stay with the lad.

In February 1847, the pioneers, as they were called, left the little settlement called Winter Quarters, for the great trackless, unknown country, called vaguely "the west."

How the people left Nauvoo in the depths of winter, crossing the river on the ice in the month of February; now, as soon as their leaders were once away, before the last ones had left the town, great bondfires of valuables and furniture were heaped up to the winter sky by the fierce mobbers now in possession of the beautiful city; how scenes of cruelty and rapine followed their every movement in the doomed city; and how, wandering wearily and heavily across the muddy bottoms, reaching at length a spot where, worn out with despair and fatigue, their leader halted them, and decided to remain there all winter to rest and recuperate. They built houses and forts, cutting the wild luxuriant prairie grass, settling down like a sudden swarm of bees on a lone and desolate tree, arranging schools and courts, devine services and even gay festivities. All these things are matters of history and can be read by any one desiring to know of them for himself. Nahum found measures to accompany this grand "move" and arriving at the halting soon built a comfortable house for his family.

It was there that Brigham Young, already with a number of wives, married with little courting, the eldest girl of Nahum, Mary Jane, and also with no courting whatever, the second girl, Lucy.

As before stated the pioneers came out in 1847. The next summer or spring as President Young had returned for more of the Saints, he asked to take Lucy to the west and she was allowed to go.

The year 1850 saw Nahum being assisted some by the church, with his family, also one or two others, poor and homeless, who seemed thrown on his kindness enroute to the valley. Always charitable he was generally burdened with someone or two halt, sick or poor who gladly accepted the quiet, unostentatious charity of the family.

Arriving in Salt Lake valley in the fall of 1848, he was advised by President Young to spend the winter in a little town, or rather the nucleus of a town, a few miles north of the city. Accordingly to Farmington went Nahum and family. Mary and Lucy of course remaining in their husbands family in Salt Lake City.

Asa, the second son, had resolved to get a little schooling for himself if possible. After obtaining permission, he sought and obtained labor to get means for a winter's schooling in the city. It was in the winter of 1851. Nahum had never fully recovered from the terrible kindness of his neighbor's coffee. One day, suddenly and without the least warning, the same terrible cramps, deepening into deadly agony that had attacked him in Nauvoo, came upon his weakened frame. Word was at once sent to Asa, also to Mary and Lucy, he requesting them to ask the President to come up once more to bid him good by.

Aye, good-by! He looked on his humble but secure and moderately comfortable cabin, his wife within the sheltering arms of peace and unity as they existed among the Saints. His children, two of them married to one of the grandest and best men ever sent to earth. His sons sober, steady and at work for the common family welfare. All this came before him, and he exclaimed in his heart, "My prayers have been answered. Lo mine eyes have seen thy salvation. Lord, now lettest thou servant depart in peace according to thy word."

It was even so. He told them at the noon hour of that, "tomorrow at 12 o'clock I shall die. But oh how my soul longs to see face and clasp the hand of that noble prophet-leader Brigham Young. Do you think he will be here in time?" There was no telegraph lines not even mail in those days, and time went by on slow-moving, steady wings, not with the restless beat of hurrying as in these days of steam and electricity.

All that day, that night and the next morning, between the thrills and spasms of pain, would come the restless questioning, "Do you think he will be here in time?" The noon hour approached and the fast and faster hurrying breath came short and sharp. Someone watches constantly at the window to answer the ever-recurring question. "Is he come?" whispers the dying voice. A sorrowful shake of the watcher's head. And one minute to twelve, only the fast glazing eyes can ask the constant question.

"Twelve o'clock?"

"Yes, yes, father, I see his carriage down the road; he is come-father!" A cry that is a groan echoes through the house, for even as one came-behold, the other went away and the long five year martyrdom of suffering and pain is over forever.

Loving hands and aching hearts did the rest, all that was left to do. And thus in the cemetery at Salt Lake City lies one of the sturdy Bigelow family who died for his family, his religion and his God!

The family have grown up and married and reared other families who likewise are nearly all grown up and mostly married and settled in life. Mary Jane left the family of President Young and married again; had one only child born after she was forty years old, leaving it by her death, an orphan at six months of age. The little one soon followed. Delicate in health, quiet, patient, yet sometimes with a rare quick impulsiveness of action that generally gave after pain, Mary Jane was truly ...

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