(Compiled and written by David Kenison, Orem, Utah, email@example.com)
Jacob Hamblin joined the Church in 1842. As he prepared to move west in 1849, his wife refused to go with him; he later remarried in Utah, and went on to become a remarkable missionary and peacemaker to the Indians and a colonizer in southern Utah. This experience before he moved west is an indicator of his faith and spirituality...
I was taken sick and sent for my family to return to me. My wife and two children were taken sick the day after their arrival. We found shelter in a miserable hut, some distance from water. One day I made an effort to get some water for my suffering family, but failed through weakness. Night came on and my family were burning with fever and calling for water. These were trying circumstances which called up some bitter feelings toward me. It seemed as though in this, my terrible extremity, the Lord permitted the devil to try me, for just then a Methodist class leader came along and remarked that I was in a very bad situation. He assured me that he had a comfortable house that I could move into, and that he had plenty of everything and would assist me if I would renounce Mormonism. I refused, and he passed on.
I afterwards knelt down and asked the Lord to pity us in our miserable condition, and to soften the heart of someone to administer to us in our affliction.
About an hour after this, a man by the name of William Johnson came with a three-gallon jug full of water, set it down, and said, "I came home this evening, weary, having been working with a threshing machine during the day, but when I lay down I could not sleep; something told me that you were suffering for water. I took this jug, went over to Custer's well, and got this for you. I feel now as though I could go home and sleep. I have plenty of chickens and other things at my house that are good for sick people. When you need anything I will let you have it." I knew this was from the Lord in answer to my prayer.
The following day the quails came out of the thickets, were so easily caught that I picked up what I needed without difficulty. I afterwards learned that the camps of the Saints had been supplied in the same way.
(From _Jacob Hamblin, the Peacemaker_, pp. 27-28)