Also, I was the second son adopted of Brigham. I should have been his first adopted son, being the first who proposed it to him, but, ever ready to give preference to those in authority, I placed Brother Rockwood's name first on the list. I had also had my children adopted to me in the Temple. Brigham had his children adopted to himself, and we were the only ones, to my knowledge, that had our children so adopted in the Temple of Nauvoo.
Officers were on the alert to arrest Brigham. He often hid in the different apartments of the Temple. One day about sunset an officer, knowing that he was in the Temple, waited for him to come out. Brigham's carriage was standing at the door.
Brigham threw his cloak around Brother Miller, who resembled Brigham in build and stature, and sent him to the carriage with Grant, his driver. As they got to the carnage Grant said to Miller:
"Brother Young, are you ready to go?" As he spoke to him, the officer said:
"Mr. Young, I have a writ for you. I want you to go with me to Carthage, twenty miles distant."
"Shall I take my carriage?" Miller rejoined.
"You may, if you choose, and I will pay the bill," the officer answered.
Grant then drove Miller to Carthage, and the marshal took him to the hotel and supplied him with refreshments. After supper an apostate Mormon called to see him. When he beheld Miller he said to the marshal:
"By heavens! you are sold this time. That is not Brigham; that is Miller."
The marshal was a deal nettled, and, turning, he said to Miller: