Ezra T. Benson Hides in a Potato Hole While a Missouri Mob Seeks His Life — Prayer Strengthens Him and the Mob Passes By

“We had a little to do with mobs, it is true. They undertook to mob me a little; and brother Grant said, when he heard of it in Washington, he was glad of it. [A voice in the stand: "And so was I."] I was, too, because I felt, when they were trying to mob, and were seeking my life, I was better than they were. If I had not been, they would not have tried to destroy me from the earth. They ran me into brother Farnsworth's potato hole. To be sure, I ran in there, and thought it a first-rate place to hide. I stayed there a couple of hours and reflected upon mobs—upon the things of the kingdom, and called upon my Father in heaven, by the authority of the holy Priesthood; and I felt as though I could whip all the mobs in Missouri. If it had been wisdom to do so, and the best course for me to take, I would have gone out and whipped the whole posse of them. I felt that the Lord was with me, and that I was in the line of my duty. I felt that I was a servant of the living God, and that my life was in His hands, and that they could not take it until my work was done. I felt perfectly calm and composed, and I have felt so ever since.”

— Ezra T. Benson, Journal of Discourses 6:261