"Sir, there is the medicine you speak of. My wife has not tasted one drop of it."
"But what's the meaning of all this change then?"
"She has been healed by faith through the Prophet Joseph Smith."
After studying some time over the matter the docter said:
"Well it's a good thing to get well on any terms."
The good docter soon after departed, as he plainly saw his services were no longer needed. He was not a "Mormon," although a kind, worthy man.
That day Lydia arose and dressed herself, and went forth to her daily cares.
She found her oldest boy, Samuel, well, and full of a desire to help all he could. The little fellow would take his tiny pail and go to the river, thus supplying the family with all the water needed.
This was in the fall of '39, and her little girl was three years old. She also was well and trotting about the house at her baby plays. The babe James, was very ill. Fever had reduced him to a skeleton, and the mother's heart ached as she looked at his wasted body; but not once did she think of his dying.
Newel was also stricken down after this, and a young girl, Newel's niece, Harriet, who lived with them.