Phineas F. Bresee - A Prince In Israel - Media Sabda Org
Phineas F. Bresee - A Prince In Israel - Media Sabda Org
Phineas F. Bresee - A Prince In Israel - Media Sabda Org
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had no money, and that he had better accept one of the three or four invitations to churches in Iowa,<br />
and do the best he could. Although Knotts himself had lost heavily, and was much embarrassed by<br />
adverse financial conditions, he authorized Dr. <strong>Bresee</strong> to draw a check on him for whatever money<br />
he needed to make the trip. This generous offer was accepted to the extent of a thousand dollars, and<br />
Brother <strong>Bresee</strong> and family started for Los Angeles in August, 1883.<br />
Starts For Los Angeles<br />
At that time he had only a general invitation from the Presiding Elder. <strong>In</strong> the First church at Los<br />
Angeles, there were a few of his friends, but he had not been called by the church. <strong>In</strong> view of the<br />
necessity of economizing in every possible way, Dr. <strong>Bresee</strong> consulted with the general ticket agent<br />
of the Union Pacific Railroad at Omaha, who was a friend of his, and the latter sent over a car to<br />
Council Bluffs, for the exclusive use of the <strong>Bresee</strong> family. They fitted up the car with beds, curtains,<br />
etc., and arranged for a comfortable camping trip on the way across the continent. A few friends who<br />
also wanted to go to California, were permitted to ride in the same car. Among these were two<br />
teachers for the <strong>In</strong>dian school.<br />
To use Dr. <strong>Bresee</strong>'s own words: "The trip was in every way full of interest and picturesqueness.<br />
Sometimes our car was hitched to the express train, sometimes to a freight train, and sometimes it<br />
was sidetracked. Occasionally we were left over two or three hours in some village, and that gave<br />
us fine opportunities for observation and pleasure.<br />
A Sad <strong>In</strong>cident<br />
"One very sad incident occurred. We were hitched to an emigrant train, and a lady from Germany<br />
was making the trip, with several little children. Her husband had come to America in advance, had<br />
secured employment at San Francisco, and saved money enough for her and the children to join him<br />
there. The little mother was greatly distressed because one of her children had sickened and died on<br />
the train. She was without money. I went through the train and took up a collection for her. When<br />
we reached a small city, I purchased a coffin for the child and was going to bury it, but the authorities<br />
would not allow me to do so, unless I secured a death certificate from one of the local physicians.<br />
I scarce knew what to do. The mother was not in condition to be taken off the train with her family,<br />
and left in that place. Finally, in conversation with the railroad men, they proposed to haul our train<br />
outside of the city limits, and that they would help us to bury the child. We followed their suggestion.<br />
The workmen dug a grave in the sand beside the tracks, and the occupants of the train gathered<br />
around. I conducted a little funeral service, and made arrangements with the sheriff of the county<br />
that, if the father sent for the child, he would disinter the remains and send them to San Francisco.<br />
I never heard anything more about the family."<br />
Eight days were required for the journey from Council Bluffs to Los Angeles, where Dr. <strong>Bresee</strong><br />
and family arrived on Saturday afternoon, August 26,1883. They were met at the depot by Mr. H.<br />
C. Sigler, who, by their request, had secured a furnished house for them, and placed it in readiness<br />
for their occupancy. Like Paul of old, they went to their own hired house, where they were<br />
comfortably situated. On the following Sunday morning, they attended the First Methodist church,<br />
located on Fort street (now Broadway), between Third and Fourth. They were a little late, and found