I must have been well over a year old when we crossed the ocean. Brother Fotheringham, who crossed with us, told me how I used to get in his way when he was caulking the ship's deck, and how it amused my parents to see me toddle about.

We arrived in St. Louis in the spring of '48 when there was a terrible epidemic of cholera raging. My aunt was taken by this terrible disease. . . . [p.2]

. . . As we left for Utah, some of the my most vivid remembrances are of the boat steaming up the Mississippi, and at times driving up by the bank and loading on cordwood. We got off the boat some place in Iowa, I have never been able to learn the exact location. The landing took place at night; owen, wagon's, and everything belonging to the company were loaded in a driving rain. . . . [p.3]

. . . We got in Salt Lake City just as the October Conference was in session. . . . [p.5]

BIB: Ashworth, William Booth. Autobiography (Ms 801), vol. 1, pp. 2-3,5. (CHL)
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