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The Trek

West

Jane Rio Griffiths Baker

The Convert Immigrants

Pioneer Story

4 January 1851

"I this day took leave of every acquaintance I could collect together; in all human probability never to see them again on earth. I am now (with my children) about to leave for-ever my Native Land, in order to gather with the Church of Christ, in the Valley of the Great Salt Lake, in North America.

14 February

"I can hardly describe the beauty of this night. The moon nearly at full with a deep blue sky. Studded with stars; the reflection of which makes the sea appear like an immense sheet of diamonds, and here are we walking the deck at nine o'clock in the evening without bonnet or shawl.

22 February

"At half past five p.m. my dear little Josiah breathed his last. He had sunk rapidly since Tuesday, when he partially lost his speech.

23 February

"Sunday. A beautiful morning. The body of my dear boy is removed to a snug little cabin . . . where the male adults of my family have watched it all night. The second mate, with the assistance of Uncle Bateman have just sewn up the body of our dear little fellow, ready for burial. At eleven o'clock the tolling of the ship bell informed us that the hour had come, that the mortal part of my dear Child was to be committed to the Deep.

29 September 1851

"I ascended the hill before us and had my first view of the city which is laid out in squares or blocks as they call them here. . . . I stood and looked, I can hardly analyze my feelings, but I think my prevailing ones were joy and gratitude for the protecting care over my and mine during our long and perilous journey" (Jane Rio Griffiths Baker [Pearce], Journal, Harold B. Lee Library, Brigham Young University).