"Have you any arms in the house?"
"My husband took his rifle with him."
The little children seeing the ferocious men, were frightened and commenced to cry.
"Sir, go away from here, do you not see how frightened my little ones are?"
"Well, have you no men or arms in the house?"
"I tell you again my husband is a prisoner on the square, and he took his rifle with him."
"Upon my word, at least you've got plenty of Mormon blood and to spare."
So abruptly speaking he turned away and they all left the house, leaving the brave but trembling woman whispering to her children, "God rules!"
The next morning, the sun arose on a scene of desolation. Hundreds of houseless, homeless beings huddled together as best they could, weeping, sorrowing and sad, but peaceful and full of the testimony that all suffering was in Christ Jesus, and He would be their helper and comforter. Many were without food to eat, but those who had some, shared with those who had not.
The Prophets and leaders were gone, but ways must be devised to get out of the state. Only a few short months were given them in which to leave their desolate homes and corn-fields.