A Friend

Over the Wide Ocean

Bierstadt

Gwynyth and Sally

Sodom

Gold Mountain

Over the Mountain

Journey Across the Desert

Bishop John Horner

Lot Says

Ma

I am sorry for profanin this phto of my ma, with the picktur of Goldie and all but ma is the best woman thet ever lived and she raised me liek seh bore me herrself. This is Mrs Lot Smith, Annie to her frens.

My ma. She reared me up. Pa, of course, wanted me to rise up tough since my beginnings were tough, adn he allways sed that I shouldnt' loosen up none, so now Im still pretty toufh exceptin where it comes to Ma.

Found

Lot, my Pa, says this is where they found me, layin on the side of the road, quiet as a bug, playing with myself and blinking at the sun. There was no sign of my ma and pa, or any family, just little old me and an ole piece of blanket wrapped around me. They dipped a little bit of that blanket in mare's milk and let me suck on it, and carried my all the way to Independence. And so I lived and that's how Lot got to be my pa, even though he was only twelve years older than me. Praise God. Goldie, write that down, too. Good girl.

Hill Cumorah

I tol' Goldie first thing to write about the Hill where our Prophet heard the word of God so first thing in this writing we Glorify His Name.

Goldie

Sorry to be settin' this piktur in front of you butr Goldie was sayin' thet it is propper ennyways but I dunt now. Thisn she rilly likked and so as so she is aritin this fer me I had to let it go. Ther's somthins not wurth fightin over adn this's oney of em.

Enyweys Goldie here is writn this fer me and iits a good thin bekaus i kent rite in enlgish or enything and Goldie ken. Real good and perty so I want it to be plane and simple. Goldie is use to workin in a bar-salloon wheres they hav these kind o picktures so I wont make a fuss so she will kep on riting for me.