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Page 1 — the words
On a green hill in England called Mars Hill, William and Ann Rowley had made their home. They grew hops and fruit in their orchards, and they lived a good, quiet life — but deep in their hearts, they were looking for something more.
The picture
A wide, peaceful illustration of Mars Hill at golden hour — gently rolling English countryside, a sturdy stone farmhouse with a low thatched roof, hop vines climbing wooden frames in the field behind it, and fruit trees in bloom. Ann stands in the doorway in her blue dress and white apron, shading her eyes and looking out toward the lane. William is visible in the orchard beyond, a basket at his feet. The light is warm amber. The mood is tranquil but quietly longing
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Page 2 — the words
In those years, many people in England were searching — reading the Bible, praying, hoping that someone would bring them more light. William and Ann were searchers too. They belonged to a group called the United Brethren, who prayed together and asked God to show them the way.
The picture
A candlelit interior scene — a small, simple meeting room with whitewashed walls and wooden benches. A circle of plain-dressed English men and women, William and Ann among them, bow their heads in prayer. A single candle on a table sends a cone of warm light upward. Their faces are sincere and searching. The overall palette is deep shadow and warm gold candlelight
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Page 3 — the words
Far away in America, a young man named Wilford Woodruff felt a quiet voice in his heart. It said: Go south. There are people waiting for you. So he put on his coat and started walking.
The picture
A split illustration: on the left, Wilford Woodruff kneeling in prayer in a small plain room, his journal open beside him, morning light through a window. On the right, the same man now outdoors, walking a winding country road through the green English Midlands, his dark coat dusty, his step purposeful. Rolling hills stretch ahead of him. Birds are visible in the sky. The mood is quiet determination
"The answer I received was that I should go to the south; for the Lord had a great work for me to perform there, as many souls were waiting for His word."
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Page 4 — the words
He rode in coaches through Dudley and Stourbridge and Worcester, and then he walked and walked — many miles through the English countryside — until at last his boots found the lane that led to Mars Hill.
The picture
Wilford Woodruff trudging along a narrow dirt lane between hedgerows, late in the day. His coat collar is turned up, his boots are muddy, and he is clearly tired but still moving forward. In the distance, just cresting a hill, the roofline of the Rowley farmhouse is visible. A single warm light glows in its window. The sky is dusky blue and pink. The illustration conveys the exhaustion and the hope of a long journey nearly done
"On the morning of the 4th I again took coach, and rode through Dudley, Stourbridge, Stourport, and Worcester, then walked a number of miles."
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Page 5 — the words
William and Ann heard a knock at the door. A tired traveler stood on their step — a missionary from America, come to tell them something wonderful. They welcomed him in with glad hearts.
The picture
The Rowley front door swings open, flooding the twilight step with warm hearth-light from inside. William stands broad and welcoming in the doorway, his hand extended. Wilford Woodruff — tired, dusty, holding his journal — smiles back. Behind William, Ann peeks from the firelit interior, her face open and curious. The contrast between the dark, cool outside world and the warm golden light pouring from the house is the heart of this illustration
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Page 6 — the words
They sat together at the long wooden table and talked and talked. The candles burned low. The fire crackled. Outside, the night grew deep — but nobody wanted to stop.
The picture
Inside the farmhouse kitchen, William, Ann, and Wilford Woodruff sit around the table late at night. Two tallow candles burn low in the center. Woodruff's hands are open and animated as he speaks; Ann leans forward with her elbows on the table, listening intently; William's face is lit with something dawning — happiness, recognition, wonder. The fire in the hearth glows orange in the background. The room is intimate and hushed
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Page 7 — the words
Elder Woodruff told them about a restored church — a church with the same teachings Jesus gave long ago, now brought back to the world. The Chruch of Jesus Christ of Latter-day Saints. Ann's heart felt like a lantern being lit for the very first time.
The picture
A close-up illustration of Ann's face in the candlelight, her eyes wide and luminous, as though something inside her has just come alive. In the background, softly out of focus, Woodruff gestures gently as he speaks and William listens. The candlelight makes Ann's white cap glow. A tiny flame reflected in each of her eyes. The mood is wonder — quiet, holy wonder
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Page 8 — the words
Elder Woodruff sometimes stayed with the Rowleys while he preached to all the neighbors round about. Many nights he came back to their table. His stories about the Restored Gospel of Jesus Christ filled the little house with light.
The picture
A warm montage-style illustration showing the farmhouse at three different times of day — morning with Woodruff setting out down the lane, lantern in hand; afternoon with neighbors gathered in the yard listening; evening with soft light in every window as the Rowleys and Woodruff gather inside again. The repeated image of warm windows against a darkening sky gives a sense of this pattern repeating, growing, spreading
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Page 9 — the words
On a fine spring day, Ann walked down to a place called Nightingale Bower. She stepped into the cool water — and was baptized.
The picture
A bright outdoor scene beside a quiet pool surrounded by flowering English countryside — bluebells and green ferns at the water's edge. Ann stands in the pool up to her waist in her white dress, her dark hair loose. Wilford Woodruff stands beside her in the water, one hand raised. A small circle of neighbors watches from the grassy bank. Sunlight glitters on the water. Blossoming trees frame the scene
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Page 10 — the words
Elder Woodruff wrote in his journal that spring day: "The ground is parched, yet all Nature is covered with verdant green, while the fruit trees send forth their perfumes from the smiling blossoms with which they are clothed."
The picture
A lush close-up of an English fruit tree in full blossom — white and pink flowers crowding every branch, a few petals drifting in the breeze. Below the tree, Woodruff sits cross-legged in the grass writing in his little leather journal, smiling quietly to himself. His coat is folded beside him. The dry cracked earth beneath the tree contrasts with the explosion of living blossoms above. Light filters through the petals
"May 6th. This is the dryest spring that has been known in England for many years. The ground is parched yeat all Nature is covered with verdent green while the fruit trees sends forth their perfumes from the smileing Blossoms [with] which theire are clothed."
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Page 11 — the words
A few weeks later, William walked to Old Storridge Common where Elder Woodruff was holding a great outdoor meeting. When it was done, William stepped forward — and was baptized too.
The picture
A sweeping outdoor scene on a common — an open green English meadow with a crowd of plain-dressed people gathered in the Sunday sunshine. Wilford Woodruff is in the pond welcoing William Rowley as he stands at the edge of the water begining to walk down where he will be baptized
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Page 12 — the words
That night, Elder Woodruff walked back to the Rowley house and spent the night with Brother Rowley. The hearth glowed. The house was full of something it had never had before.
The picture
Nighttime. The Rowley house exterior glows against a deep blue sky scattered with stars. Through the window, silhouettes of William, Ann, and Woodruff are visible, seated by the fire. One window pane shows the warm orange flicker of the hearth. The whole house looks lit from within — alive in a way it was not before. An owl sits in a nearby tree. The mood is peaceful, complete, like the end of a long search
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Page 13 — the words
When Ann and William looked back on those nights at Mars Hill, they said the preacher had brought them something they had been looking for all their lives: a message that felt like light, like joy, like peace.
The picture
A warm interior portrait: William Rowley and Ann sit side by side at their hearth, their shoulders touching, looking into the fire. The room around them is simple but cozy — the long table, the low beams, a candle on the sill. Their faces are quiet and content, holding something precious. On the table, a well-worn Bible and a new Book of Mormon. Outside the window, the dark hills of Suckley Parish are faintly visible under a bright moon
"The morning light of truth that broke forth across the rolling hills of England fell gently upon the uplifted eyes of these two noble spirits and dispelled forever the darkness of ignorance and error."
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Page 14 — the words
William and Ann Rowley had seven sons and daughters — and together, their simple choice to follow the Lord took them on an extraordinary journey of sacrifice and faith. "We are their children," the family wrote, "and we write to you — who are our children — so that you might know the source of your heritage and blessings." Their story has traveled across generations, touching the hearts of millions — because your most precious possession, they said, is the legacy of faithfulness these noble people founded.
The picture
The final spread: a sunlit morning view of the Rowley farmhouse from the lane, the front door standing wide open, warm light spilling out onto the step. A blossoming fruit tree leans over the gate. Ann stands in the doorway in her blue dress and white apron, one hand resting on the door frame, looking out with a quiet smile — welcoming, steady, ready. The green hills of Mars Hill roll away behind the house into a bright and open sky. The mood is hopeful, warm, and complete
"We are their children. We write to you³who are our children³that you might know the source of your heritage and blessings."
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