. . . It was while in Stuttgart my brother, John, embraced the gospel, thereby becoming the first Latter-day Saint convert in Wurttemberg. Returning home, John explained the new creed to his mother, Sister Pauline Beck Naegle, brother George and myself. We all accepted the gospel in the year 1863, and my thirteenth birthday, May 12, 1864, my mother and her family left our native home, emigrating to America for the gospel's sake. When we arrived at Hamburg we were met by the missionaries who formed us in a line, each holding the other's hand, one missionary being at the head and another bringing up the rear to guard us, and thus we arrived at the hotel. The same formation was held in marching to the ship when we departed, lest we be stolen away and sold as slaves. Leaving Hamburg we sailed for London, England, where we were delayed for a period of three weeks while the ship Hudson, was being made ready for the journey to America. It was during our stay in London that I narrowly escaped being kidnaped. We were eating at one hotel and sleeping at another. One day while leisurely walking from the hotel where I had eaten to the hotel where we slept, knitting as I went, a crowd of women beckoned to me and coaxed me into a large room where mirrors were so arranged that I could see no one but myself. Just at this time a band passed by the house and attracted a large crowd, among them the women who had lured me into the room. At that instant, being very much afraid, I made my escape by ducking my head and slipping under their arms. I was later informed that had I stepped upon one of the trap doors, I would have dropped into a dungeon or cellar, this being one of the methods of obtaining slaves to ship to Africa.
The vessel was completed and we boarded her for our journey across the great Atlantic, six weeks being necessary to complete the voyage. While crossing the ocean, fire broke out on the ship, which created a panic on board. However, not much damage was done. Severe storms were encountered, causing much seasickness amongst the passengers. On another occasion, a hostile warship hove into sight and all persons, both passengers and crew, large and small, women, men and children were all rushed on deck to show how many souls were aboard. During the voyage the regular food gave out and all on board had to live on hard tack. Edward Harrison Sr., who later became my father-in-law, was a cook on board the vessel. Finally, the promised land was reached and the journey, mostly on foot, across the plains commenced, with the usual hardships and trials incident thereto. The only cooking utensils we had during the journey were a cast iron kettle, a frying pan with tin plates and cups to eat and drink from; the only fuel obtainable much of the time was buffalo chips. We arrived in Salt Lake City November 24th, over six months having elapsed since we left our native land.[p.49]
BIB: Harrison, Eva Christine Beck Zimmerman, [Autobiography], Our Pioneer Heritage, comp. By Kate B. Carter, vol. 8 (Salt Lake City: Daughters of Utah Pioneers, 1965) p. 49. (CHL)