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From Returned Missionaries
Alma O. Taylor's Journal Excerpts-2
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Part 2
Because of the lateness of an Eastern train we failed to make connections with a dining car, so that evening we ate supper about 9 pm at a little station known as ______. The resturant was in a two story Log house but the meal which they served that evening was fit for the table of a King.
An old grey haired lady, I should judge of about 68, or 70 years, presided over the supper and she seemed so whole souled and considerate of the tastes and appetites of her diners that everybody immediately go addressed her as grandma. Indeed, one could well imagine himself seated at his grandma's table, feasting on her dainty spread and enjoying the smiles of her pleasant face.
July 26 ,
Arrived in Portland, Ore at 8:10 a.m. Took a room in the Beldevere Hotel and ate our meals at Watson's Resturant. After breakfast we went to the Canadian Pacific Ticket Office and secured our tickets through to our destination -- Yokohama. They cost us $ 100 each.
Leaving the Brethern I went to the Multnomah. Block where some of my freinds Mr. Charles Snelgrove an Mrs Geo Snelgrove had taken rooms; I went there to meet them according to appointment. They had come to from to Salt Lake to Portland for the purpose of taking home with them, my friend and neighbor Grace Frost, who had been in Dr. Coe's Nervous Sanitarium in Portland for over one year undergoing a treatment for the benefit. I went with Mr. and Mrs. Snelgrove out to the hospital to see Grace and bid her good-bye, and also to cheer her up if possible that she might return home with joyous antisipations. To my great astonishment she was feeling very much cast down in spirit; practially with out hope of ever recovering, for it seemed as though her treatment had not benefitited her any, and the Doctor had told her that he was greately disappointed in her condition but could do. nothing to better it. The fond antisipatitions of returning to her home a healthy and strong girl, had all been blighted and the feeling of disappointment and regret had simply overcome her faith and she saw nothing before her but the opened jaws of death. She being a Latter-day Saint who at one time had great faith in the power of God and his servants, I reminded her of the fact that there was still hope and no matter if man with all his learning and skill had failed there still was a God who heard and answered prayer and recognized the faith of his children. I suggested to her that as there were four of us in the city who held the Priesthood of God (not knowing at the time that there were any Mormon Missionaries in Portland) that perhaps if she were anointed with oil and prayed for in faith that she might received a blessing and be given strength to stand her homeward journey. She grasped at the thaught quickly and requested that we administer to her.