Work
of printing the Book of Mormon
continues. Hyrum Smith is led
by the Spirit to go to the press
on the Sabbath. He and Oliver
Cowdery discover Abner Cole pilfering
the Book of Mormon, publishing
it in a series in his small newspaper.
They ask him to cease and desist.
Joseph is brought in from Pennsylvania,
warns Cole he will use the law,
and convinces Cole to stop his
illegal activities. Citizens of
Palmyra combine and agree to never
purchase the “gold bible.” The
Book of Mormon is published.
Fall
1829 to March 26, 1830
The
work of printing still continued
with little or no interruption. [1] The bargain which they
had made with E. B. Grandin entitled
them to use the press every day
except Sunday. Then one Sunday
afternoon, Hyrum became very uneasy.
He told Oliver that his peculiar
feelings led him to believe that
something was going wrong at the
printing office. Oliver asked
if he thought there would be any
harm in going to the office because
it was Sunday. They debated some
time about this, until at last
Hyrum said, “I shall not stop
to consider the matter any longer,
for I am going. You may suit yourself
about the matter, but I will not
suffer such uneasiness any longer
without knowing the cause.”
In
a few minutes they were on their
way to the printing establishment.
When they arrived there, they
found an individual by the name
of Cole very busy at work printing
a paper which seemed to be a weekly
periodical. Hyrum said, “Why,
Mr. Cole, you seem to be busy
at work. How is it that you work
on Sunday?”
Mr.
Cole answered, “I cannot have
the press during the week, and
I am obliged to print nights and
Sundays.”
Hyrum
took up one of the papers and
discovered that the man was printing
the Book of Mormon by piecemeal.
In the prospectus, Mr. Cole agreed
to publish one form of “Joe Smith’s
gold bible” each week, and thereby
furnish his subscribers with the
principal portion of the book
for a comparatively small sum.
His paper was entitled Dogberry
Paper on Winter Hill, and
here he had thrown together the
most disgusting and insignificant
stuff that could be conceived
of in juxtaposition with the portion
of the Book of Mormon which he
had pilfered. He was thus classing
the beautiful, unaffected simplicity
of this inspired writing with
the lowest and most contemptible
doggerel that ever was imposed
upon any community. Hyrum was
shocked at this perversion of
common sense and moral feeling,
as well as indignant at the unfair
and dishonest course Mr. Cole
had taken to get possession of
the work.
“Mr.
Cole,” said he, “what right have
you to print the Book of Mormon
in this way? Do you not know that
we have secured a copyright?”
“It
is none of your business, sir,”
said Mr. Cole. “I have hired the
press and I will print what I
please, so help yourself.”
“Mr.
Cole,” replied Hyrum, “I forbid
you printing any more of that
sacred book in your paper. You
must stop it.”
“Smith,”
exclaimed Cole, “I don’t care
a d——n for you. That d——d gold
bible is going into my paper,
in spite of all you can do.”
Hyrum
and Oliver both contended with
him a long time to dissuade him
from his purpose, but finding
they could do nothing with him,
they returned home, and Mr. Cole
issued his paper as he had done
several other times. We discovered
that he had already issued some
six or eight numbers, and had
managed to keep them out of our
sight. [2]
Hyrum
and Oliver returned immediately
home, and after connecting with
Mr. Smith, it was considered necessary
to send for Joseph. Accordingly
my husband set out as soon as
possible for Pennsylvania and
returned with Joseph the ensuing
Sunday. [3]
The day on which they were expected
home was one of the most blustery,
cold, and disagreeable that I
ever experienced. But they breasted
the storm all day long, and when
they arrived there, they were
nearly stiffened with the cold.
However, Joseph made himself comfortable,
and, as soon as he could, he went
the same night to the printing
office.
As
it was Sunday, the day in which
Mr. Cole published his Dogberry
Paper, Joseph saluted him
very good-naturedly with, “How
do you do, Mr. Cole? You seem
hard at work.”
“How
do you do, Mr. Smith?” said Cole
dryly.
Joseph
then examined his paper and said,
“Mr. Cole, that book and the right
of publishing it belongs to me,
and I forbid you meddling with
it in the least degree.”
Mr.
Cole threw off his coat and, rolling
up his sleeves, came towards my
son in a great rage, smacking
his fists together with vengeance
and roaring out, “Do you want
to fight, sir? Do you want to
fight? I will publish just what
I’ve a mind to, and now if you
want to fight, just come on.”
Joseph
could not help smiling at his
grotesque appearance, for his
behavior was too ridiculous to
excite indignation. “Well, now,
Mr. Cole,” said he, “you had better
keep on your coat, for it’s cold,
and I am not going to fight you
nor do anything of the sort. Nevertheless,
you have got to stop printing
my book, sir, I assure you, for
I know my rights and shall maintain
them.”
“Sir,”
bawled out Cole, “if you think
you are the best man, just take
off your coat and try it.”
“Mr.
Cole,” said Joseph, in a low,
significant tone, “there is law,
and you will find that out, if
you did not know it before; but
I shall not fight you, for that
will do no good. There is another
way of disposing of the affair
that will answer my purpose better
than fighting.”
At
this, the ex-justice began to
cool off a little, and finally
concluded to submit to an arbitration,
which decided that he should stop
his proceedings forthwith, so
that he made us no further trouble.
Joseph,
after disposing of this affair,
returned to Pennsylvania, but
it was not long till another difficulty
arose. The inhabitants of the
surrounding country, perceiving
that the work still went on, were
becoming uneasy again and called
a large meeting. They gathered
their forces together, far and
near, and organizing themselves
into a committee of the whole,
they passed a resolution that
they would not purchase the book
or suffer their families to do
so, as they had done in a former
meeting. Not content with this,
they sent a deputation to E. B.
Grandin who informed him of the
resolution passed by the meeting,
and also told him the evil consequences
which would result to him therefrom.
The
men who were appointed to this
errand fulfilled their mission
to the letter and urged upon Mr.
Grandin the necessity of his putting
a stop to the printing, as the
Smiths had lost all their property
and consequently would be unable
to pay him for his work, except
by the sale of books. And this
they would never be able to do,
for the people would not purchase
them. This information caused
Mr. Grandin to stop printing,
and we were again compelled to
send for Joseph. These trips back
and forth from New York to Pennsylvania
cost everything that we could
raise, but they seemed unavoidable. [4]
When
Joseph came, he went immediately
with Martin Harris to Grandin
and succeeded in removing his
fears, so that he went on with
the work until the books were
printed, which was in the spring
of 1830.
Notes