Saturday, September 1, 2012

Robert Andrew Hope McCorkel the Poet

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Robert McCorkel lived in Tennessee when he learned about Nauvoo and the Mormons. He had a strong desire to meet the Prophet in hopes of asking him questions about the Church. Unfortunately, even though he made the trip north, the meeting never materialized. Dejected, he returned to his native Tennessee and pens a poem to the Prophet asking his questions. Robert never did join the Church; however, he must have felt a strong affiliation to the Mormons since he did what?

A)     Named his two sons after prominent Latter-day Saints

B)     Served a mission, even though he was not a member

C)     Paid tithing to the Church for the remainder of his life

D)     Helped on the construction of the Nauvoo temple while on his visit to see the Prophet

Yesterday’s answer:

(A)   The south-east corner of the temple block

The following from the autobiography of Levi Jackman:

Thursday, July 22, 1847 - This morning a part of the camp that we had left came up with us and others had to stop because of sickness. Our move has slow for it took all the able-bodied men from one-half to three-fourths of the time to make the road so that we could possibly get along. It took us till 4 p.m. to fix the road and go about four miles. We had to pass through a canyon that was full of timber mostly of small maple and the bluffs came almost together at the bottom. And when we finally got through, it seemed like bursting from the confines of prison walls into the beauties of a world of pleasure and freedom.

We now had entered the valley and our vision could extend far and wide. We were filled with joy and rejoicing and thanksgiving. We could see to the west, about 30 miles distance, the Salt Lake, stretching itself northwest to a distance unknown to us. And the valley extending far to the north and south. No timber was to be seen only in the mountains. We went on west about two miles and camped on a creek with plenty of grass and some brush for fire. Brother Pratt and others who went out in the morning to explore the country soon joined us. They reported that they found but little timber only what was in the mountains.

Friday, July 23 - We went a short distance north to a small grove on a little stream and camped. Brother P. Pratt called the camp together and dedicated this country to the Lord. We then commenced plowing to put in a little early corn, buckwheat, potatoes, peas, beans, etc.

Saturday, July 24, 1847 - About noon, Brother Young and company arrived and we had a time of rejoicing together without restraint.

We had a meeting with much good instruction. Brother Young said that we should find a place for a permanent location. We should then have our lands set off to us and each one manage his own affairs and work for themselves, etc. We had men out every day exploring the country and it found that there was a large amount of timber in the mountain, though mostly hard to get at. The timber was mostly pine and balsam with some oak and ash.

Monday, 26 - Continued farming.

July 28 - This is my fiftieth birthday. This evening Brother Young called the camp together and the men that had been exploring made their report. They had found no place that looks so well as this place. Many of the brethren expressed their feelings and all seem to feel that this was the place to stop. Brother Young then said that he wanted to know how the brethren felt in regard to it. But he knew that this was the place, for the city, for he had seen it before, and that we were now standing on the southeast corner of the temple block. He said many other things which did us good. A vote was taken then on the subject and all voted that this be the place to stop.

The appearance of the country was truly forbidding. The face of the earth had the appearance of a barren desert. No grass only on the streams or on low land, nothing green on the remainder. The mountaineers said that grain would not grow here for they had tried it and every appearance went to prove the fact. All we had was in our wagons; our tools for farming, etc., our seed, our clothing, our provisions to last till we could raise, if that ever was and in fact, our all; out of the reach of commerce and one thousand miles from any settlement on the east rendered the hope of assistance out of the question, no odds what our wants might be. We must depend on God and do the best we could, feeling however, that the mob would not be likely to disturb us for a few years at least. So we took courage and went to work. All hands soon sent to work. Work--some at farming, and some on the walls of the fort. 

Autobiography of Levi Jackman, Typescript, BYU-S;

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