This article is from Pioneer magazine, 2019 Vol. 66, No. 4. This is actually a reprint from the October 1937 Pioneer magazine. This article was entitled Lost on the Handcart Trail and was written by D. J. G.

“Sarah Goode Marshall displayed courage and mother love typical of the early pioneer women of our state. She was the mother of six small children whose father died during the preparation of the family to immigrate from Great Britain to America. Saddened, but not discouraged at the loss of her husband, she left her native England with a company of Mormon Immigrants, arriving in the State of Iowa in the spring of 1845, just as the first handcart companies were being organized.

“Mrs. Marshall prayerfully raised her tear filled eyes to Heaven and asked God to be her guide and protector to her little ones, and comfort them through their long journey to an unknown land, among a company of strangers. All she owned was placed in a small hand cart. She then began the long trek over the plains with her six children.

“Their journey through the State of Iowa was very difficult, but they must become accustomed to hardship and exhaustion which comes through overwork and little nourishment. Alone, she, most of all, must become accustomed to being the one who must sacrifice, the one who must endure patiently, the one who must have explicit confidence in their captain. She must learn to submit to his will and obey company regulations without questions.

“One day after their journey had been resumed, following a short rest and lunch, Mrs. Marshall missed one of her little girls. She became frantic and sick with fear for her child. A search among the children of the company was hurriedly made. Inquiries were made regarding the child and her disappearance, but no information could be gained. It seemed no one had missed the child. Mrs. Marshall then appealed to the captain of her company and asked for permission to go back over the trail in search of her baby. The captain was stern and exacting. He pondered and stared at her and then said, ”You must not leave the company, too much time has already been lost and all must be on their way.” Her heart was filled with anguish, her sorrow and anxiety was almost more than she could endured. Sympathetic mothers in the company wept and tried to comfort her. They uttered silent prayers for her and her babe. She obeyed the captain and slowly she pushed her little cart along the weary trail. Every step separating her farther and farther from her child.

“At last “Halt” was called and their day’s journey ended. Her great mental anguish and suffering made her ill, but after a scant supper had been eaten she carefully tucked her five remaining children in their camp beds and then she waited patiently for darkness to fall. She knew all would then sleep soundly in camp. When all was quiet and she was alone she slipped away, back over the trail which she had just traveled. Hoping, praying, listening, weeping, she often called aloud to her child only to be mocked by the echo of her own voice and dead silence of the prairie. She plodded wearily on, but her fear was consuming her hope and the faith that she would find her little girl became weaker. Her strength was failing, and she was almost exhausted. It seemed  that she would fail, she was lost, alone, weary and sick, she staggered on, and then out of the shadows of the night she came upon her babe lying on the trail. Then came the realization that she was rewarded. Her little one lay exhausted at her feet. Mrs. Marshall knelt beside her sobbing, sleeping little child, and on that lonely prairie trail thanked God. She knew that the prayers she had uttered during that day and night had been heard and answered.

“She hugged her babe to her. She could hear the howls of the wolf and the hoot of the owl. After a very short rest she nestled her sleeping baby’s head to her breast and began once more plodding back over the trail to the hand cart company. Just as the company was about to start on the day’s journey Mrs. Marshall appeared in camp, baby safe and a heroic mother feeling that she had rescued her babe from the perils of the wilderness.