On the arrival of the train at Jackson, we went to Brother Palmer’s. We had been in the house but a short time, when, as I was conversing with Sister Palmer, my tongue refused to utter what I wished to say, and seemed large and numb. A strange, cold sensation struck my heart, passed over my head, and down my right side. For a time I was insensible, but was aroused by the voice of earnest prayer. I tried to use my left limbs, but they were perfectly useless. For a short time I did not expect to live. It was my third shock of paralysis; and although within fifty miles of home, I did not expect to see my children again. I called to mind the triumphant season I had enjoyed at Lovett’s Grove, and thought it was my last testimony, and felt reconciled to die. {LS 162.3}

Da vi kom med toget til Jackson, tog vi til bror Palmers. Vi havde kun været i huset i kort tid, da min tunge nægtede at sige det jeg ønskede at sige, medens jeg samtalede med søster Palmer, og den virkede stor og følelsesløs. En besynderlig kold fornemmelse ramte mit hjerte, gik over mit hoved, og ned i min højre side. Jeg var følelsesløs i en tid, men jeg hævede stemmen i alvorlig bøn. Jeg prøvede at bruge mit arm og ben i venstre side, men de var fuldstændige ubrugelige. I en kort tid forventede jeg ikke at leve. Det var min tredje lammelse; og selvom (163) jeg kun var firs kilometer hjemmefra, forventede jeg ikke at se mine børn igen. Jeg huskede den sejrrige stund jeg havde i Lovett’s Grove, og tænkte at dette var mit sidste vidnesbyrd, og følte mig parat til at dø.