(Continued from page 360.)

HISTORY
OF
WILFORD WOODRUFF.
-[FROM HIS OWN PEN.]-

CHAPTER OF ACCIDENTS.
(Written at Great Salt Lake City, Feb. 1858.)

At thirteen years of age, while
passing through Farmington meadows,
in the depth of winter, the roads were
drifted with snow; and in an ex-
ceedingly blustering day, I became so
chilled and overcome with cold, that
I could not travel. I crawled into
the hollow of a large apple tree. A
man in the distance seeing me go in,
hastened to my rescue, realizing my
danger more fully than I did. When
he arrived at the spot, I had fallen
asleep, and was nearly insensible; he
had much difficulty in arousing me to
a sense of my situation. He procured
means to carry me to my father's
house, and through a kind Providence,
my life was again preserved.

At fourteen years of age, I split my
left instep open with an ax, which
went nearly through my foot; it was
nine months getting well.

At fifteen years of age, I was bitten
in my left hand by a mad dog in the
last stage of hydrophobia. He dented
my hand with his teeth, but did not
draw blood, and I was again pre-
served, through the mercies of God,
from an awful death.

At the age of seventeen, I was riding
a very ill-tempered horse that I was
not acquainted with; and while going
down a very steep rocky hill, the
horse taking advantage of the ground,
suddenly leaped from the road, and
ran down the steep, amid the rocks,
at full speed, and commenced kicking
up, and attempted to throw me over
his head upon the rocks; but I lodged
upon the top of his head, grasped
hold of each ear as with a death grip,
expecting every moment to be dashed
to pieces against the rocks. While in
this position, sitting astride of his
neck, with no bridle to guide him but
his ears, he plunged down the hill
under full speed, until he ran against
a rock, and was dashed to the ground.

(Continued from page 360.)

HISTORY OF WILFORD WOODRUFF. [FROM HIS OWN PEN.]

CHAPTER OF ACCIDENTS. (Written at Great Salt Lake City, Feb. 1858.)

At thirteen years of age, while passing through Farmington meadows, in the depth of winter, the roads were drifted with snow; and in an exceedingly blustering day, I became so chilled and overcome with cold, that I could not travel. I crawled into the hollow of a large apple tree. A man in the distance seeing me go in, hastened to my rescue, realizing my danger more fully than I did. When he arrived at the spot, I had fallen asleep, and was nearly insensible; he had much difficulty in arousing me to a sense of my situation. He procured means to carry me to my father's house, and through a kind Providence, my life was again preserved.

At fourteen years of age, I split my left instep open with an ax, which went nearly through my foot; it was nine months getting well.

At fifteen years of age, I was bitten in my left hand by a mad dog in the last stage of hydrophobia. He dented my hand with his teeth, but did not draw blood, and I was again preserved, through the mercies of God, from an awful death.

At the age of seventeen, I was riding a very ill-tempered horse that I was not acquainted with; and while going down a very steep rocky hill, the horse taking advantage of the ground, suddenly leaped from the road, and ran down the steep, amid the rocks, at full speed, and commenced kicking up, and attempted to throw me over his head upon the rocks; but I lodged upon the top of his head, grasped hold of each ear as with a death grip, expecting every moment to be dashed to pieces against the rocks. While in this position, sitting astride of his neck, with no bridle to guide him but his ears, he plunged down the hill under full speed, until he ran against a rock, and was dashed to the ground.