Transcript for L. L. Greene Richards, "For Our Little Folks: Favie's Scrapes and Scrambles," Juvenile Instructor, 15 December 1900, 826-829


Come, Weary ones, rest ye! The journey is done.
You have traveled afar, towards the low setting sun.
Lie down on your beds for a while and take breath—
But sink not, beloved, in the cold sleep of death!
Rest the poor, aching limbs which so patiently trod,
In the gathering place of the people of God:
Rest, rest! Then arouse ye; the race is not run;
Though the journey is passed, still there's much to be done.

It might have been a good thing for the almost worn-out teams, and people as well, that the snow storm came, and compelled them to lay by a day. For although it was cold and disagreeable camping in the mountains in a snow storm, it was not so bad as giving completely out would have been.

The next morning, the 2nd of October, was pleasant, and for several days then, they traveled slowly on.

Always, when their teams were so overdone that they could go no farther, or their provisions just gone, recruits from the valleys would meet them and give them help and new courage to press on. So they traveled through the snow in the mountains, and crossed the rivers they came to, passing up and down in the canyons, until, on the 12th day of October, they came into the City of Great Salt Lake.