Parley P. Pratt, History of the Late Persecution, 1839

  • Source Note
  • Historical Introduction
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PREFACE.
 
The following Narrative professes to be a plain,  unvarnished statement of facts, penned by one who  was a personal sufferer in the scenes which it unfolds  to the world. It makes few pretentions to literary  merit, being written in a cold, dark, and dreary pri son, and amid the chat, noise and confusion of several  prisoners; and in the midst of the howling, laughing,  contention, song-singing, gambling and blasphemy of  a gang of demons in human shape, who were placed  as guards over us. It was written by one who was  held in bondage, to be tried for his life, in a  where all law and justice were at an end; the highest  authorities of the state having banished his wife and  three little infant children from their homes, robbed  of their all, to wander in a land of stangers, together  with all his friends and witnesses. It was written by  one who was daily in danger of being assassinated  while prisoner, and who, to all human appearance,  had no prospect of ever living to publish his work.  And even the writings themselves were providentially  and very narrowly preserved from destruction, and  sent out of prison by stratagem, when eagerly sought  for by those who dreaded to have truth come to light.  The fact is, a goose-quill in our fingers was more ter ror to the guilty authorities of , than the sling stone of the stripling son of Jesse, or the jaw bone in [p. [iii]]
PREFACE.
 
The following Narrative professes to be a plain, unvarnished statement of facts, penned by one who was a personal sufferer in the scenes which it unfolds to the world. It makes few pretentions to literary merit, being written in a cold, dark, and dreary prison, and amid the chat, noise and confusion of several prisoners; and in the midst of the howling, laughing, contention, song-singing, gambling and blasphemy of a gang of demons in human shape, who were placed as guards over us. It was written by one who was held in bondage, to be tried for his life, in a where all law and justice were at an end; the highest authorities of the state having banished his wife and three little infant children from their homes, robbed of their all, to wander in a land of stangers, together with all his friends and witnesses. It was written by one who was daily in danger of being assassinated while prisoner, and who, to all human appearance, had no prospect of ever living to publish his work. And even the writings themselves were providentially and very narrowly preserved from destruction, and sent out of prison by stratagem, when eagerly sought for by those who dreaded to have truth come to light. The fact is, a goose-quill in our fingers was more terror to the guilty authorities of , than the slingstone of the stripling son of Jesse, or the jaw bone in [p. [iii]]
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