The bullets flew like hail into the
room. One ball came through the door and struck Hyrum in the head. Four
others hit him, and he fell back saying:
"_I am a dead man_."
Joseph gazed on his brother and exclaimed: "Oh! dear brother Hyrum!"
Elder Taylor now tried to jump from the window. A ball struck him, and he
was about to fall from the window, when another bullet from the outside hit
his watch in his vest pocket and threw him back into the room. Here he was
hit by two more balls, and he rolled under the bed.
Then Joseph went to the open window intending to leap out. Two bullets
struck him and he fell outward, exclaiming:
"_O Lord, my God_!"
As soon as he had struck the ground a mobber set him against a well curb a
few feet from the jail, and then, by order of Col. Levi Williams, a mobber
and Baptist preacher, four men sent bullets into his body.
Then the mob fled, and the whole town of Carthage with them, fearing the
vengeance of the people of Nauvoo. But vengeance is the Lord's.
Willard Richards was not hurt. That night he spent in attending to his
wounded brother, John Taylor, and watching over the dead bodies of the
Prophet and Patriarch.
Joseph's earthly work was done, and the Master had called him away from the
haunts of mobs and wicked men.
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