Mary Sabin
Powell's Story ... continued
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Thus at quite a sacrifice of
our worldly goods we left the old country. Father and Mother felt that they
had found the Pearl of Great Price for which they were willing to
relinquish all.
Lady Hall said, "Poor John, all that's the matter is his mind is
turned by Mormonism."
Father being witty said, "That's a true remark."
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Before leaving Wales we
visited our relatives and bade them a fond goodbye. We also visited among
the Saints. They, of course, rejoiced with us in that we were leaving for
Zion. The saints from Abigaveni [sic] took us up to the station in an
omnibus.
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I shall never forget the
morning we took the train for Liverpool. A host of loving friends were at
the station to see us off. After one week's stay in Liverpool we went on
board the large American sailboat "The Enoch Train." There were
five hundred and thirty-seven saints in our company. The ship's crew
numbered thirty.
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The
House Flag of the Enoch Train Shipping Company
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On shipboard there was singing
and laughter and loud jesting among the crew; somehow the excitement seemed
to turn me sick. Father said that I was as white as a sheet.
The Captain of the vessel stopped to talk to father. "You had better
take your little girl down below," he said.
They gave me a dose of medicine consisting of brandy and sea water; it put
me to sleep. About midnight I awoke and lay observing my new surroundings.
A large light shone in that archway. My two sisters were sleeping
peacefully beside me in the birth [sic].
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How strange to find
ourselves out in the big ocean next morning. Some members of the ship's
crew were at work cleaning the floor of the boat. I took notice of their
method - first scraping, next sweeping, then mopping. In this manner they
cleaned the floor.
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There was a stove on the
boat called "the passengers' cook stove." Upon it the passengers
were allowed to cook things, each in turn. In order to make Mother a cup of
tea, Father took up a teakettle to the passenger cook stove. He put his
name on it - John Powell. From time to time all day long I was sent to ask
the cook, "Will you please tell me if John Powell's teakettle is
boiling?" Toward late afternoon I met a couple of scotchmen who
laughed uproariously at my question. I ran back and told Father that he
would have to fetch it himself. It took until five o'clock to get that cup
of tea for Mother.
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After this experience Father
made arrangements with the Captain's cook to boil the water on his stove.
We were now able to get Mother's cup of tea on short notice.
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