July 1st, 1847. 2nd and 3rd I was making ready to sail from Liverpool to New York. Elder Jacobs came from Preston to Liverpool on Wednesday June 30th and on Saturday July 3, our company was all in Liverpool. 7 from London some from Sheffield that came with L. N. Scovil and some from Manchester with M. Sirrine. H. B. Jacobs and I made up 23 grown people and 1 child, but 2 of our member failed of going, and on that account to make up our members, we took in 2 young men not of our church. We were thinking of starting on Monday July 5th but did not until the 6th.

Sunday July 4th. We had a very good farewell meeting and I got the privilege of speaking but once, in the afternoon. Monday the American sailors celebrated the independence of the United States. As I went past a certain street and my attention was taken with a great number of different colors hanging from each side of the street, that the whole street was full and shaded completely, colors of nearly every nation and the road underneath the flags was full of sailors and carriages of all sorts. It was a beautiful sight and American ships showed their colors profusely.

Tuesday July 6th a great number of Saints and some that were not Saints, together with a brass band, of the brethren, went to the ship to see us start and a great company of Saints including the band went with us about thirty miles and returned on the steamboat that towed the ship out. As we were going out of the port the officers called all the passengers onto the quarter deck and then searched the ship for hidden passengers who had not paid their passage and found 10 whom they sent back in a small boat. Three were young women of a loose sort. About an hour after they found another young man, and they whipped him very badly, and mauled his face out of shape.

The Lord had moved upon the people to gather to the land of Zion and they did not know what was the matter. They little thought that the hand of God was in it. The band and brethren all, wanted to buy some refreshments of the captain but he said no, "I'll not sell you any," but he sent them such as he had, free, they were hungry, for we started to come out of the dock gates about 3 o'clock, and the steam tug started with us about 5. [UNCLEAR] They got something to eat (a piece of beef between 2 crackers) sea fashion, about 9 and started immediately. [p.151]

We were honored with the attendance of so respectable company and a band of music and the captain thought he was also, and the mate asked us if they all came to escort us, which we found to be the case, and it gave them all a very favorable opinion of our chosen captain. That together with our own good looks and actions merited all the respect and good treatment we met with. We were in a house of ourselves, except those two young men we took to make the passage less to each of us.

We took the parting hand and the band as they went off in the steam tug played Yankee Doodle in full chorus. I felt a little lonesome to give the parting hand of Elder Orson Spencer, A. D. Richards, S. W. Richards and Candle Drum when out so far at sea on our way homeward and they no doubt felt more keenly than I.

There was also a great number of those I was well acquainted with, and were good Saints who felt very anxious to go with us, but had to wait a little longer for their deliverance. The day was clear but the wind was dead ahead for us to go to the south of Ireland the usual route and nearest one; so the ship stood to the north and northwest all night and all the next day which was Wednesday, July 7th, and that day the wind blew very gently all day, yet the ship rocked a little and some were sick right off. At breakfast table we organized ourselves as a company before we ate anything. Lucius Scovil was chosen leader of all, and I was chosen steward of all the provision to take care of them and see they were not wasted, for we went all as one family, and ate at one table. We chose our cook managers, and every one understood their duty. We had a very good company to start with, but they were all to be proved before we could get to New York. I suppose the captain went to the north of Ireland to get out of the channels and from land as soon as possible, for those carts are very dangerous. We cleared all our danger of land by Thursday night and on that night a wedding came in our party.

The company understood it and it was all over within about 3 minutes at a time when the 2 young men of our company, that were not in the church, were out. Elder [M. N.] Sirrine said the ceremony. It was nicely and quickly done. That was a marriage extraordinary, neither in heaven nor on earth but on the ship Empire, clean out at sea, to the northwest of Ireland.

We had a good start and sailed along nicely until Saturday night, July 10, 1847, which is a night forever to be remembered. In consequence of my having charge of the provisions etc. of the company, it threw nearly everything onto me, both cooking and taking care of the room, besides my more strictly legal duties because most of the women were very sick, thus I shall speak but explicitly and condescendingly upon the transactions of this voyage.

On this night before mentioned we encountered a heavy storm which beat us about and rolled us up and down at a great rate and in the midst of that as I lay in a broken sleep from the storm, about 12 o'clock at night I heard an awful outcry, with dreadful stamping on deck. The sound thrilled through me with [p.152] a remembrance forever indelible. It was fire - fire - fire - fire resounded throughout the ship from sailor to officer.

The thoughts of the occasion will ever chill my blood when reflected upon. It broke out in an adjoining part of the house we occupied. The duration of it was but short - its career was soon ended - for the room was broken open and the hay combustible on fire was fearlessly seized by the sailors (the greatest enemies of fire on the sea) and thrown into the sea. It began and was over within 5 or 10 minutes. During this, the storm still raged harder and fiercer and the deck was frequently covered with the overwhelming waves and the rain came down in torrents; and it was from the quantity of water on deck that the fire occurred, by the ignition of a small quantity of lime, unslaked that was in the room with the hay which got wet and thus slaked.

That disaster was only over, and a person from the second cabin (called so only) between decks cried out that the second cabin was half full of water; and one of the sailors soon cried out that there was 4 feet of water in the 2nd cabin. The pumps were immediately at work and kept so until daylight when the storm abated a little. It seemed as though the commander, or prince and power of the aid had that night tried his power on us, and finding he could not blow us over, he thought he would burn the whole of us up in the wide world of waters, but finding that an unsuccessful scheme, he says now damn them Mormons I'll sink them with all the rest of the passengers, thus their grave will be unknown to their friends; but ah, he failed again and we still lived to die a more noble death when we had finished our work on the earth.

But on Sunday night July 11th 1847 the attack was commenced again with more than double vigilance and we had such a hurricane as I never saw before anywhere. It blew as though all hell was engaged with might and breath. We were all fast in a snug warm house and I lay by a window where I could look on now and then, but instead of that I employed myself in keeping in my berth, for it was occasionally that the ship lay seemingly on her beams and at intervals between the gusts, for when it blew the hardest the water was smooth and there was no motion of the ship, but a dreadful trembling all over, and the most hideous howling of the wind, I thought, could be. It lasted 2 or 3 hours; and the women with us were in the extremes. Some were laughing and merry, others were silent as death, and one would scream every time a gust struck us and brought us nearly one above another. Boxes and tin cans that were not made very fast, were rolling and thundering about the room like shot in a rattle box. We were in great peril 'twas true and I felt little anxious, but the women were enough to make the weakest heart strong. Morning came and we were all safe but all most awful sick. I continued seasick until Wednesday July 14th and was very sick that I could do nothing to help myself to anything to eat, and indeed I wanted nothing, but to puke up everything I ever did eat, and I kept at that most of the time for 5 or 6 days. As soon as I could get around well I had all the cooking and everything else to do more than ever, but about Friday July 16th the women were nearly well and done the most of the work. [p.153]

They were a good lot of women, or in other words they were a lot of good women to take them as a lot; but there are always exceptions to every company. We sailed on with nothing but usual daily occurrences of a voyage in ordinary weather, but the wind kept rather ahead.

The 16th, 17th, or 18th we had little or no wind at all, and on Sunday July 18th all was fair and pleasant, and piety stuck out of some long faced a feet and a half; and finally they must have a meeting, and a Welshman acted as preacher, the first time in his life. He stood at the foot of the stairs leading from the main to the quarter deck and on the windward side. The congregation of Irish, Welsh and English gathered around him, while the sailors pursued their usual business in managing the ship. His discourse was upon the power of God, and as it was in the midst of his sermon that power was manifest to the amusement of the disinterested. There was scarcely a breeze or wave, but an extraordinary motion of the water, dashed a good quantity clear over the ships side, square on to the congregation. Like lightning they nearly all left the spot to get shelter. Loud shouts of laughter among the sailors.

Early Monday morning the ship tacked to the southwest with a good breeze and run in that way steady and as close into the wind as possible, until Wednesday night July 21st, wind changed a little more to the south and very strong. Ship tacked to the northwest and all that night we experienced the roughest night we any of us ever had yet experienced. An awful time that cannot be described but by the imagination of those who have seen a storm at sea where the ship seemed to be an amphibious animal legging in and out of the water, every side up. The between deck were again filled with water, or partly filled, and the people badly wet. The captain kept out sail plentifully, and the next day one of the sailors said the ship run under many a time, or rather ploughed right through the waves.

Thursday 22nd, 1847 about 4 o'clock ship tacked to the southwest again, and when the wind struck her on the starboard side, she gave a dreadful roll to leeward and such a crash I never heard. Everything loose, on and in the ship, went a journey very quick, as far as they could get. Women, children, hens, ducks and geese all screamed enough to sink a small ship. I had not slept all night but was up and down every five minutes to take care of something. I kept watch and all the rest lay and clung to their berths to keep from being tossed from one side of the house to the other.

No one slept until about 3 o'clock in the morning and all the next day we were all complaining of being sore from being tossed and rolled about. By the number of vessels seen about these days we seemed to have returned to the regular track from Liverpool to New York.

Thursday, the water was very rough all day. Saw many porpoise pigs, or fish; by seamen they are called pigs, and Thursday night we sailed very well all night, but Friday July 23rd in the morning the wind was light, that we run only 5 miles an hour, and the sea was pretty still. The weather now began to be more mild for as yet it had been severely cold. About 8 o'clock this morning an old nigger died and was buried about 10 or 11 o'clock. He had been the man to take care of the cow, the sheep, pigs, geese, ducks and hens etc. and generally on ships, the man that does that is nicknamed "Jemmy Ducks." So he was [p.154] called that, and was very old full of rheumatics, was worn out and said to have the fever that was raging in Liverpool when we left, but I thought he had not much fever, for I saw him walking about deck the day before he died and had been sick then more than a week. It was very desirous then by all, that no contagion should go on to that ship for she was full of emigrants, 3 to 400. Thousands were sick and hundreds daily dying in Liverpool with a strange fever when we left, and the weather was very hot which made it worse, even that the authorities ordered all underground rooms and cellar kitchens occupied as dwelling houses exclusively, should be vacated and that the great numbers of Irish that were in that town should be provided with shipping to go back to their own land for not only that place but all England was overrun with them.

Now for the ceremony of burying "Jemmy Ducks." As soon as he was cold one of the sailors sewed him up in canvas tight and close all over him head and feet. A bag of small stones, about 3 pecks was brought to the lee gangway and placed on the end of his horizontal board; then the dead was brought and laid on the board, and the stones tied to his feet. Then the Welshman that preached on Sunday previous said a ceremony and made a short prayer.

As soon as that was done the sailors run the board out the gangway and let the deceased slip off feet first, and then he went down from whence the dead never return so said the preacher in his ceremony, but that is only one among the many lies that preachers of this age are in the custom of telling, for the dead are all to rise both small and great. The sea is to give up its dead and death and hell are to give up the dead that are in them; and all are to be judged according to the deeds done in the body. After the burial the mates went below and drove everybody on deck and took down a bucket of tar, a hot iron and stuck into the tar which made a great smoke and filled the whole place so that none could stay. That was to cleanse the place and prevent disease, and make the passengers go up and get fresh air, for when a body has been seasick and not yet quite well they have no energy, and would lay and die without much inconvenience to their feelings; and I remarked on the ship in time of our sickness that I thought Joriah was seasick in time of the storm. He knew his own rebellion and felt as though he did not care whether he lived or died.

Saturday 24th all things went on well. We were known all over the ship to be Mormons although it was not publicly or very generally spoken of, yet some seemed to have a disposition to put upon us. One of the sailors who first found it out felt a spirit to slur and sarcise us [PROBABLY MEANING TO BE, sarcastic] but he was stopped in his career, as was also all who lifted a hand or voice against us. The sailor had only commenced his career, and he was taken sick with fever, and an Irishman of a worse stamp, fell overboard as he was on the bowsprit, but the ship was just bowing her mighty head and she dipped so low that he caught hold of one of the chains in the construction of the bowsprit, as he rose and met the ships bow; thus he was barely saved and from that time he was another man towards us. [p.157]

In the same way or like way were all opposes silenced and every thing seemed to bend or break, before the power of God which was with us. Sometime in the afternoon the wind turned favorable and studding-sails were set out for the first time. The wind got around into the east and continued so until Monday, then to the south course.

Sunday 25th we had a fine day, and also another sectarian sermon from the Welshman who preached the Sunday before. This morning we saw early, a large ship as far ahead of us as we could see and about 3 o'clock we passed her, about 2 miles to the right of her; and exchanged signals by flags as is usual when ships are too far off to speak by mouth trumpets, and thus by the private signal book can tell where each re from, where bound, name, etc. One of the 2 young men who came in our company that did not belong to the Church left us pretty much, so much so that he only slept with us as he had a good berth to himself, but he left our table and ate with somebody else; but that did not trouble us in much for it left the more for us. This fellows name was Lam., [Charles Lumb] and the other man's name was Mortimes. [John Mortimer] He was of a more candid turn than Lam., [Lumb] and was a great inquirer after our principles. Once he said if he did not crack his brain before he got across the sea he will learn something. Brother [M] Sirrine generally satisfied him best and gave him the greatest lessons to study upon. We all concluded he would sooner or later be a Mormon.

Tuesday 27th we had the satisfaction to see that we were on the grand banks of Newfoundland, and early in the morning, about sunrise we passed some fishing smack at anchor, fishing for codfish. That was the first morning we had had what is called a sunrise at sea. It is a very beautiful, grand and sublime sight and more curious than all. A great display of color and order among the clouds in the east just before the sun came into sight. We were then about midway of the banks and had come right along with an uncommon good wind as yet; and a good wind at that season of the year is rare. Generally very light winds on those banks, and a great deal of very thick fog. The banks are a great curiosity. A large spot in the ocean 6 or 700 miles long from North to South and 250 or 300 miles wide in the extreme (and there is where we crossed) where ships can anchor, and there is a great resort for fishing boats. The greatest cod fishery in the world. It is generally, I might say always very foggy there, and it lays in steaks and spots and when the ship is in a clear place, the fog at a distance appears like a band or shore of earth, and it looks as though we could see land in several places, when we were at least 5 to 6 hundred miles from any, except the shoal bottom under us.

Tuesday passed off with good wind, but Wednesday 28th with very light winds, and scarcely any until about 7 or 8 o'clock in the evening it freshed up from the south and we had a good wind all night. In the morning we were safe over the banks of Newfoundland running at the rate of 9 miles an hour and the wind continued so all day.

Thursday July 29th, 1847 Mr. Gardner the 2nd mate again drove all the Irish from below, and cleansed the place with burned tar and whitewash (of lime). [p.158] He made a deal of sport in doing it, for some were lazy and lifeless, that he had to drive them on deck, which he done with the fresh skin of a sheep's head which he sportingly used about their legs, arm or faces. The hole was cleared and cleaned all through; the ladders taken up and washed, and kept up until all were sufficiently aired and cleansed, for some had not washed themselves since coming from Liverpool and such the mate assisted by their more decent fellow Irish, took and washed freely with bucketful after bucketful of the clear salt water, poured out upon their heads etc. It was a forenoon of merriment to 200 to 300 people on deck eagerly looking at something which broke the monotony of a ship's life. A dozen or more were served in this way. In the afternoon Mr. Gardner seeing a large drove of porpoise coming in the direction of the ship placed himself on the chains at the bow, under which they like to sport in foam before the ship, and he struck one with a harpoon but it was so large that in drawing him up, the harpoon tore out and the fish fell back, dead and floated, back of the ship, coloring the water with immense quantities of blood. It was the largest flock of porpoise I ever saw, extending over not less than a mile square and constantly jumping up that the water appeared alive with them; but when that one was struck the blood scented the water. Every fish left the ship and all the flock went to the dead to suck the blood in the water, but not to touch the body. This is said to be their custom and course of living. Soon after that it was discovered that the ship had lost one of her chains which held the jib boom to the bow and on which depended also all the masts for safety in a storm. There was 2 of the chains, very large (large as a man's arm) and one was gone the other was loose. It was well the weather was calmish; all hands and captain too, turned to and fixed it with strong ropes as well as they could.

Friday 30th Calm all day and during the night we barely moved.

Saturday 31st, 1847 Still calm as a duck pond, and scarcely a breeze rifled the face of that great water which when troubled handled our great ship as lightly a though it was a chip. Everything on the ship, both with us and all the passengers and crew, went on well and in peace as was never seen or known on that ship before or by her officers.

The mates were talking with Mr. [Lucius N.] Scovil and [M.] Sirrine, and said, they could not tell what was the matter, the reason or cause of such peace and good order as they had on that voyage, with a great number of passengers. They said they generally had a row every day, or every other, among the emigrants and they had even to go among them with sword and pistol in hand and then could hardly still them; this voyage they had not had one fuss and in consequence of it had given the passengers more leniency than they ever done before.

They could not account for it and seemed to wonder at it. The brethren came in and told what had been said; and we concluded we could tell them the cause of it, and were we landed if the spirit was willing we would tell them, and perhaps it might have a good effect to others of our Church who should come after us. [p.159]

Sunday August 1st, 1847 the day was fair and very pleasant, very little wind. The Welsh preacher preached in the forenoon and with entreaties and a request from the captain. Elder Sirrine preached in the afternoon. The captain was very friendly with us and generally spoke to us when he saw us every morning. He had a free and kind spirit with those who were men in principle, but to those otherwise, he was as they were. Mr. [Lucius N.] Scovil talked with him considerable and gave him a "Voice of Warning" to read. [THIS WAS A BOOK WRITTEN BY PARLEY P. PRATT FOR MISSIONARY WORK.] He said he would read it with all pleasure.

He was a sea captain and as favorable to our cause as any captain perhaps in the world, who was not one of us. We worked along very slowly towards New York with only now and ten a breath of wind to push our ship along. Some days we lay entirely still so that the filth that was thrown over did not get away from the ship all day, and at night the water all around the ship was full of filth.

Tuesday 3rd Aug. Wind blew gently and fair all day, and the spirit of the people were very visibly, more buoyant and all was mirth and glee. Things went on well on the ship and the ship went on slowly until Thursday night, August 5th, 1847, the old scene which transpired on the 10th of July was again acted over with an increased skill. The storm lasted all night but we were used to it by this time so that all was right with us, but me, I had to be up and take care of the thing in the house, for something every little while would break loose and jump from one side of the room to the other or the sea was rougher than I ever saw it before, and I was so seasick as
I ever was before, and if anything more. What I threw up looked and tasted just like beef's gall.

The old Welsh preacher was up all night and as often as he could get he went to the captain with great concern inquiring how we were and if he thought it possible for us to get through. He came in to our room seeing we were all very comfortable and unconcerned, but we did not comfort him much but jokingly preparing to go to the bottom, for we were certain to go there, to him.

The ship continued to fight and tumble all the next day but nothing so bad as in the night for then some of the time I saw the waves coming far higher than the boat.

I cried out I saw mountains of water. We all lay in bed the forenoon and slept what we could for no one slept a wink all night. We had breakfast about one o'clock.

Saturday morning 7th August early an old Irishman was brought up on deck dead. He had died during the night in bed with another man, and I saw one of the sailors sew him up in a strong canvas cloth. There was very little ceremony about him. He was placed on the board at the starboard gangway (they are all buried at sea from the Lee side of the ship, which is the lowest if there is much wind and there was then.) a bag of stone coal tied at his feet. A young Irishman said a short ceremony in Greek and the board was projected over the ship's side [p.160] sloped a little and (as the mate said the cold meat) he slid into his watery grave, but floated on the surface until his clothing was wet through. The passengers were generally in good health.

We were then getting near land at Nantucket the captain said. The wind being fair we sailed all day very well in a southwest course, and on Sunday just 12 o'clock we got a pilot, that morning from within 7 miles of New York. This was Sunday, August 8th and the morning was very foggy that we could hardly see a 100 rods from the ship, but it soon cleared up which showed us a great number of sails close and far around us. One ship from London a little damages in the same storm we in Thursday night before, another lay close to us with her fore and main masts carried away taking only the topgallant sails and royal gallant sails. About 3 o'clock the wind breezed up a little and continued to blow until 2 or 3 that night; but our pilot proved to be of a little consequence, for as soon as it came dark he was lost and did not know where to go.

About 12 o'clock the lead was thrown and the cry of only 5 fathoms brought the captain on deck, who when he came he told the pilot he was out of the road. Asked what two certain lights were that were to be seen. He did not know. the captain said he knew where he was better than the pilot; he took the command from the pilot, tacked ship to the southeast and run until he thought we were out of the way of land a little more where the water was 7 fathoms deep and there case anchor to wait the dawn of day, which when it came showed us to be about miles from land. The shores of New Jersey. Anchor was taken in and a gentle breeze wafted us in sight of Sandy Hook in about one hour which we passed within a quarter of a mile and 2 other ships between us and land.

We passed up the channel to the quarantine ground where we arrived about one o'clock. The Saints were overjoyed and delighted with the view of land and thought they never saw so beautiful a landscape either natural or pictorial.

We lay at Quarantine until Tuesday Aug. 10th during which time all the passengers went to the city on a steamboat, but our company. The day we stepped on shore was just 5 weeks from the day we left the English shore.

Wednesday 11th we left the ship and went to a boarding house, 338 Hudson Street.

The 12th I was taken a little unwell and was so 2 days. The weather was excessively warm and it had a very powerful effect on me and all the others. Elder Sirrine went to his wife in New Haven on Thursday and Elder Scovil went over on Long Island to clean up and get his things washed for it was very unhealthy in the city then. We found Elder Lyman Littlefield in New York on his way to England and whilst we were there. Brother David Holister from Philadelphia came there and he said he did not know what he came for, only he felt moved upon to come and he did.

Elder Littlefield had no money to get over the sea with and was working in a printing office to get means to perform his mission and he had that [p.161] night all his clothes stolen, so he was in a poor condition, but Brother Jacobs talked every comforting to him and said he should have means to go with etc.

We went downstairs to where Brother Hollister was and told him his case and asked him if he could do anything for him. He pulled out $10 and gave him. So there was enough to pay his passage over the sea and he only wanted some provisions. He said he would start the next week. Brother Crump and family of 6, went to Philadelphia Wednesday, the day after we got to land. Mr. Mortimer did not belong to the church, but left his things with us to go to a place we should go to, and he seemed every way a Mormon in mind. He left us at the ship to go and find a friend of his he knew in England. He came to our boarding house on Friday and took his things away. I know not where, but he went on his business, saying he thought he should be baptized sometime, and that he had heard great and good news coming over the sea and the hand of God sent him over there, for otherwise he should never have heard the gospel. There was [-] Sisters besides, and they all found employment soon. Now, I have given an account of all our company but Brother Robins who was going to the camp with Brother Scovil and also 2 of the Sisters.

Saturday August 14, Elder Jacobs and I paid $6.00 for our passage to Buffalo and started up the Hudson River at 7 o'clock p.m. on the steamboat "Oneida," and reached Albany Sunday morning about 7, 180 miles. We had to wait there all day until 7 in the evening and reached Buffalo Monday evening 16th Aug. 300 miles from A. [Albany] to B. [Buffalo] and we went about 10 o'clock. We had some trouble with the runners in getting our trunks on to the canal boat where I lay on them in the open air all the remainder of the night. In Buffalo is the meanest set of runners for different hotels and of any place I know of in the world.

Tuesday about 9 o'clock we started for Lockport where we reached about 10 in the evening with heavy rain, so that I was obliged to stop there all night and then walked home in the morning. It is 31 miles from B. [Buffalo] to Lockport and 7 from there home. I came to the house from the backside of the farm, and first saw Brother Kenny, our working man, and then I went to the house to meet my wife and little one and the family. The scenery that was then about to unfold itself to me I had often Britons land, [UNCLEAR] imagined and constructed in my own mind, and as I passed through the gate I thought that the moment was at hand, I opened the door, but with halting, whether to knock, but did not knock, My wife alone was in the room. Looking first, she saw a stranger, but in an instant, she saw her unexpected husband. She arose, and with our arms and lips, touched each others hearts with that unutterable glow of long separated companions love. We done it without a word from either, but our spirits and gestures of face and features whispered mightily, joyful intelligence. In a minute her mother came out of the other room with my child in her arms. Blessed creature, but I did not touch nor speak to her for fear of frightening her and making her shy of me, for she of course did not know me. Next came the dog, he knew me and was very glad to see me, and got upon the bed behind me, and lapped my head. Next came Sarah Gleason, the hired girl. She fell on my neck with kisses and hugs, which told that she was glad to see me. William was 7 miles off at Wilson Academy and Father was out at work.

Once more I beheld myself seated with my wife at home and all well, after an absence of over one year and 12 days. I called to mind the promise of God before I started on that arduous mission; that I would return in safety and find all well, having done a good work and proved myself faithful by three help of god to whom all honor and glory he may have, for all is by him. . . . [p.163]

BIB: Huntington, Oliver Badman. Diary and reminiscences (Typescript) (Ms 1648), pp. 151- 54,157-61,163; [Acc. #24190] (CHL).
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