# Pilgrim Notes

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> Source: Bahá'í Library Online (bahai-library.com), curated by Jonah Winters. Used by permission of the curator. Original citation: Myrta Swingle Sandoz, Pilgrim Notes, bahai-library.com.
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> Pilgrim Notes
> 
> Myrta Swingle Sandoz
> 
> n.d.
> 
> Pilgrim Notes of Myrta Swingle Sandoz
> Compiled by her daughters, Eva Mae Barrow and Mildred Swingle Bates.
> (nee Perkins)
> 
> 1876 - 1962
> Bethesda, Ohio East Cleveland, Ohio
> 
> This is not a full account of Abdu'l-Baha's visit to Cleveland,
> nor is it an endeavor to present the indescribably nobility and majesty of
> the Master. It gives only a few highlights in the life of Myrta Swingle
> Sandoz in order to show the effect on her of a meeting with
> Abdu'l-Baha.
> 
> "In our solar system the center of illumination is the sun itself....
> Likewise in the spiritual realm of intelligence and idealism there must
> be a center of illumination, and that center is the everlasting,
> ever-shining Sun, the Word of God."
> 
> Abdu'l-Baha
> 
> Myrta Perkins first saw the light of the physical sun on a large farm near
> Bethesda, Ohio. Fifty-eight of the eighty-six years of her life were spent in
> active devotion and willing sacrifice ion the spiritual sunlight of the Faith
> of Baha'u'llah, searching for and teaching ready souls at every turn.
> 
> When for a short time she was a school teacher, she met another teacher,
> Charles Manning Swingle, at a summer institute. A long correspondence ensued
> in which they discussed with frankness and sometimes bitterness their divergent
> Protestant viewpoints. Charles was a descendant, by family tradition, of
> Ulrich Zwingli, revered Swiss reformer who collaborated with Martin Luther.
> Myrta and Charles were later married; and after living in Millersburg and
> Bowling Green, both in Ohio, they finally settled in Cleveland, Ohio, where Mr.
> Swingle attended medical school.
> 
> It would seem that these two had been prepared to "find" Baha'u'llah and
> His Revelation. As a child, Myrta never could understand the strange fact that
> her weekly playmates dressed n their best clothes and attended different Sunday
> Schools while she, herself, went to still another one. This thought remained
> with her throughout her life, and she often spoke about it. As a child,
> Charles Manning sat morning and evening with his brothers and sisters in a log
> cabin home, deep in the verdant hills of Muskingum County (Ohio), listening to
> his father read from the Bible the prophecies about the Latter Days. he heard
> his father say, in effect, that he didn't expect that he would see the Coming
> of the Lord but that his children might and that they should be aware of that
> probability in their lifetime.
> 
> Early in their married life while her husband was principal of the high
> school in Bowling Green, Ohio, Myrta, because of ill health, went for treatment
> to the Battle Creek Sanitarium in Battle Creek, Michigan. Seventh Day
> Adventists operated the institution, and they spoke a great deal about the
> Second Coming of Christ. Myrta often remarked that she was grateful to them
> for their insistent conversation on the Return of Christ because it made her
> ready for the Message of Baha'u'llah.
> 
> Under the influence of the Seventh Day Adventists Myrta often stood
> gazing, in the days before she had heard of the Baha'i Cause, into the
> heavens for the Second Coming of the Christ. She continued to stand and gaze
> until she met -- the Woodcocks. Then she understood the meaning of Acts 1:11
> "Ye men of Galilee, why stand ye gazing up to heaven?"
> 
> Mr. Percy Woodcock is a well-known Canadian artist, some of whose
> paintings hang in the Parliament buildings in Ottawa. It was in 1905 that he,
> his wife, and two daughters had the privilege of a trip to the Holy Land, where
> they had gone to see and talk with Abdu'l-Baha.
> 
> On their return they stopped in Cleveland to speak for a group, selected
> by Dr. Pauline Barton Peeke, an early Celveland Baha'i. She it was who had
> invited Mr. and Mrs. Swingle to hear, for the first time, of the Baha'i
> Movement (as it was sometimes called then), and to listen to a description of
> the visit of the Woodcocks with Abdu'l-Baha. Dr. Peeke also included in the
> invitation Mrs. Swingle's oldest sister, Mrs. Martha Hoge, who was visiting in
> their home at the time.
> 
> But let Myrta Swingle tell the story in her own words! (The following
> remarks are from a tape recording she made at the age of eighty. They have
> been edited, shortened, and rearranged chronologically.)
> 
> Mr. Woodcock explained that he and his family had come to Cleveland
> expressly to find souls who would listen to the Baha'i Message. He spoke
> about writing to Abdu'l-Baha for permission to take his family to visit Him
> in the Holy Land. This had been granted, and they had spent nine wonderful
> days there. When it came time to leave, the Woodcocks had not wished to leave
> Acca where Abdu'l-Baha had showered so much love on them.
> 
> "Abdu'l-Baha said to us, 'Yes, you must go. You must go and feed my
> sheep.'"
> 
> Mr. Woodcock told his story in a manner that impressed me deeply.
> "Abdu'l-Baha," he said, "told me to give this Message to the people: "Ye are
> all the leaves of one tree and the drops of one sea. Ye are all from God and
> to God ye return.'" I never forgot these words and today, fifty years later,
> they are still very precious to me. These are still the words that keep me
> inspired and on the path.
> 
> Someone at the meeting with the Woodcocks had handed me a prayer. On our
> return home I read that prayer over and over, and I wept as an understanding of
> the import of that meeting penetrated my inner being. I realized that this was
> the true Message from God, that the long prophesied Day had truly come as "a
> thief in the night" and that the Revelation was far more wondrous than I had
> ever been able to anticipate in my years of yearning.
> 
> O people! The Doors of the Kingdom are opened. The Sun of Truth is
> shining upon the world. The Fountains of Life are flowing. The
> Daysprings of Mercy have appeared. The Greatest and Most Glorious Light
> is now manifest to illuminate the hearts of men. Wake up and hear the
> Voice of God, calling from all parts of the Supreme World, "Come unto me,
> O ye who are thirsty, and drink from this sweet Water which is descending
> in torrents upon all parts of the globe. Now is the time! Now is the
> accepted time!
> 
> My sister Martha, who had been with us that night at the meeting, could
> not understand what was going on in my mind. She asked, "What's wrong with
> you? What are you crying about?" I continued to weep with joy for the bounty
> of understanding the Revelation of Baha'u'llah. My whole being seemed
> flooded with light from a Spiritual Sun. I kept saying, "It is the Truth. It
> is the Truth. It is the Promised Return. It is the fulfillment of the
> prophecies of the Holy Scriptures."
> 
> My husband's reaction was quite different. His was that of a scholar. He
> poured over his Bible for three years. He asked questions of the few Baha'i
> travelers who came to the city. At last he realized in the depths of himself
> that, indeed, God had ushered in His Great Day. He expressed in a letter to
> Abdu'l-Baha his acceptance of the Revelation. I would like to quote a part
> of the first paragraph of the Tablet he received in response because of the
> tribute paid our spiritual teacher.
> 
> Thy Epistle was received, and from beginning to end, it was a
> statement of faith and certainty. What a wonderful breath of life did Mr.
> Woodcock breathe into thee, that it conferred life, and the latent mystery
> became manifest. Thou must with life and heart, be thankful and grateful
> to Him, for He proved the cause of Guidance; and the Light of Bestowal
> glistened....
> 
> The summer of 1911 I developed a tumor of the breast. The physicians with
> whom Dr. Swingle consulted were not optimistic about my condition. As a result
> I went to Bethesda, Ohio, my childhood home, to rest at the home of my beloved
> oldest sister Martha.
> 
> Martha had attended that first meeting with the Woodcocks. She had been
> unable to understand why I was so stirred that night after hearing of the
> Baha'i Revelation. She had said, "We must ask the minister about this." She
> did. He said, "O, there's nothing to it." That ended Martha's search; she
> never understood. She had, however, led an exemplary Christian life and met
> with unusual patience a very great trial. She passed into the next world
> without grasping what it was all about. To understand seems to be given only
> to certain ones, we cannot tell to whom. But what a blessing to comprehend
> this Message and to realize something of the value of it ... to us!
> 
> At her home in Bethesda, then, I rested, prayed for healing; and
> meditated. One of my daughters was with me. I told her of my great sadness
> that no one in Bethesda was a Baha'i. Even after we had made many summer
> trips there, and I had spoken to many about the Revelation, no one had accepted
> it. "Just think! No one in the place of my birth! I may not live long. I
> must find some soul worthy of the Message."
> 
> One night the subject disturbed me more than usual. I prayed fervently
> and urgently. "Give me, O God, a soul to teach!"
> 
> In the morning I was impressed to go down the hill and past the railroad
> station, which was in sight below Martha's home, to tell Cora Jenkins of the
> New Day. To my amazement Cora Jenkins was in a state of excitement over a
> strange vision she had had the night before. Cora Jenkins did most of the
> talking, telling of seeing a turbaned head, some strange hieroglyphics, and a
> ring with a peculiar stone. All I needed to do was to interpret these symbols
> for her. She became a confirmed believer and staunchly withstood the criticism
> and occasional ridicule of her family and friends in that little town.
> 
> The Baha'is in Cleveland were all anxious to know whether Abdu'l-Baha
> would ever come to the United States. he had written, "It will be the love of
> the Baha'is that will bring me to America." In 1912 we suddenly learned that
> He was coming. We were ecstatic with joy at the possibility of seeing Him. Of
> course, all the Cleveland believers wanted to go to Chicago where He would be
> laying the cornerstone of the Mashriqu'l-Adhkar. But I still had that
> tumor of the breast and was waiting for my appointment to enter the hospital to
> have it removed.
> 
> One night, just as though someone spoke to me, I heard, "Arise, you must
> go to the Divine Physician." I could not dismiss the thought. I was the last
> Clevelander to make hurried preparations for the trip. I went to Chicago, not
> the hospital. I was going to Chicago to be healed. "You must arise and go to
> the Divine Physician," kept resounding in my mind.
> 
> In planning the trip I thought like a child. I'll go to Chicago today,
> see Abdu'l-Baha tomorrow, and return the next day. Instead it took me a
> week to see Him. Mrs. Elizabeth R. Greenleaf, an early Baha'i whose home was
> in Chicago, recognized my consternation at having to wait so long for an
> appointment. She said to me, "You are going home with me and wait for your
> appointment." We had such a happy time together all that week as we wrote out
> our questions. We said it was the opportunity of a lifetime. We can get
> answers to a lot of questions. We had them all written down on a pad and ready
> to take on that Friday at 4 o'clock.
> 
> When we had arrived and the secretary had motioned for me to come, I
> forgot all the questions. I couldn't think of a question, and my pad of
> questions had dropped to the floor. The great brightness in the room stunned
> me. I didn't seem to know anything. I didn't grasp what Abdu'l-Baha was
> saying. It was as if I were out of the body. I walked over to where
> Abdu'l-Baha was. As I was approaching Him, for some reason great pain took
> hold of me, and I silently begged God to release me from the pain.
> 
> The absent-from-the body feeling continued. I couldn't talk. It wasn't a
> pleasant feeling. I was ... really suffering. I was barely conscious that He
> raised his hand and that it passed near me with a simple downward motion, not
> touching me, and ... there was no trace of the tumor after that.
> 
> But far more important than the healing of the physical condition was a
> spiritual gift. Something within me was touched, and I felt that my capacity
> to express love toward other human beings had suddenly been increased.
> 
> Because of my condition I had not understood the interpreter. After the
> interview Dr. Zia Bagdadi stayed with me and tried to convey what had been said
> by Abdu'l-Baha. Among other things he said, "You know, that one sentence
> which He uttered was a wonderful thing to say to you." He urged me to write it
> down. He repeated it. "You will be a star scintillating down through the
> age." He added, "You must always remember it." Abdu'l-Baha knew the great
> difficulties that were to come. I have leaned upon that wonderful sentence
> many times in my life. It is a beautiful promise on which all dedicated
> Baha'is may rely for support and comfort in the springtime of this glorious
> Faith.
> 
> Can you imagine the great happiness these extraordinary experiences
> brought me as I continued my association with the believers in Chicago?
> 
> All the Baha'is would follow Abdu'l-Baha around, and every time He
> entered to speak, we all stood up. I thought this recognition of Him was
> beautiful. However, we noticed that He did not always follow what had been
> scheduled for Him. He acted according to an inner Guidance.
> 
> One time He went to the park in a carriage. We followed Him. Mrs.
> Getsinger and Dr. Bagdadi were among those present. When He walked about, it
> seemed as though the animals loved Him. The horses would whinny and put their
> heads out as though they were glad to see Him.
> 
> When you walked with Abdu'l-Baha, in a way it was as if you were
> walking with God. It meant you had to give up your life for the Cause of
> Baha'u'llah. As we were returning to the hotel, those were the thoughts in
> my mind. Serving the Faith would mean sacrifice, almost crucifixion; but I was
> willing. I was happy about it. It was all right, if that was what it was to
> mean.
> 
> Abdu'l-Baha did not accept money or gifts of value. However, when I
> went to Chicago, I had with me twenty-three pennies, the contents of my
> children's banks, which they wanted me to give to Him. He slipped the pennies
> into the pocket of His robe. He must have known how happy it would make the
> children in the future to know that He had accepted their offering. What a
> precious memory for Eva Mae and Mildred!
> 
> Again, while there, Mrs. Ella Priday Filkins and I felt impelled to give
> Abdu'l-Baha something. We kept seeing the elegant arrangements of flowers
> that continued to arrive for His apartment at the Hotel Plaza. We left the
> hotel and found a flower shop. We returned with a small, unpretentious bouquet
> of violets and lilies-of-the-valley. It was, perhaps, because it was so modest
> that He smiled and took it.
> 
> One day when I went to the seventh floor of the Hotel Plaza, where a lady
> was registering the names for His appointments, I became aware of an unusual
> thing. Everyone was so happy. Most of the persons were crying for joy. They
> were just milling around, happy and crying for joy.
> 
> Now, what will you think of me if I tell you this? Abdu'l-Baha had
> left his suite. I asked the lady at the desk if I could go into His room and
> put Abdu'l-Baha's blanket around me. She said, "Yes, if you would like to."
> I didn't know then the spiritual significance of what I was doing, taking His
> blanket, getting up on His bed, and putting the blanket around me. Of course,
> now I know what it meant.
> 
> I had telegraphed my husband in Cleveland about my remarkable healing. He
> immediately addressed to Abdu'l-Baha the request that He include Cleveland
> in His itinerary. We Cleveland believers who were in Chicago were eager to
> know His answer and kept inquiring about it on the telephone. Through His
> secretary, He said, "It has not yet been revealed." We remained in prayerful
> suspense for some time before we learned that He would, indeed, come to
> Cleveland on the following Monday.
> 
> Ella Filkins and I bought government postal cards to address on the train
> to invite Clevelanders to our home (the sanitarium), to listen to
> Abdu'l-Baha, and to the Hotel Euclid in the evening when He would address a
> public meeting.
> 
> During the preparations for His arrival there was much to be accomplished
> at home. It was all so important! If Abdu'l-Baha were coming to your home,
> you'd want everything in order. I had just returned from Chicago, and I was
> happy but weary. I said to myself, "I don't know whether I can have everything
> just right." I said, "Am I going to be Mary of the Bible or am I going to be
> Martha now?" I answered, "I'm going to be Mary." Consequently when there came
> requests for beads for Abdu'l-Baha to bless, I left the preparation of the
> house and rushed downtown to buy beads. "That was the more important,
> spiritually," I thought.
> 
> When I reached home, I saw that everyone had hurried and bustled about to
> make things presentable. Even some of the curtains that I had thought were
> soiled had been washed and hung again. I thought to myself, "Isn't it
> wonderful, how God takes care of everything? If you do God's work, the rest of
> the work is done somehow."
> 
> One thing we had to be sure of was that we had enough dates and figs, for
> I had heard that Abdu'l-Baha liked dates. We knew He at lightly so that it
> was all the more necessary to have something He would enjoy.
> 
> I knew what the spiritual atmosphere around Him would be. It wouldn't be
> like any other that you could experience. Oh, I remembered how it had been in
> His presence in Chicago. I knew that I wouldn't be able to talk with Him in
> ordinary language. All that I would be able to do would be to look at Him.
> 
> When the limousines arrived, I encouraged our daughters to meet
> Abdu'l-Baha on the walk with white roses. I couldn't say anything, I
> couldn't say, "Why, Abdu'l-Baha, we are so happy to have You here. Do come
> in." We had planned to have Him go first to a certain room upstairs, but we
> didn't have presence enough of mind -- or something -- whatever it was -- to
> say, "Abdu'l-Baha, upstairs is the room where You are to go until you
> speak." He walked majestically past the group of us who stood in awe on the
> porch and went directly up to that room which had been especially readied for
> Him. A later inquiry among the guests made it clear that no one had directed
> Him.
> 
> In that room He asked Mirza Mahmud to make tea. He said He wanted my
> husband and me to have tea from the Holy Land. So that's what He did. The
> children were present. We were so elated. We were so blessed.
> 
> He knew when to come downstairs. He took a seat by the door leading to
> the pantry, and those who didn't have chairs sat on the floor or on cushions
> and just looked at Him. A number of adults and children sat right around His
> feet. It was a beautiful sight. I wish I had a picture of it. It was such a
> bounty to all of us who were present.
> 
> (Note: The addresses Abdu'l-Baha gave at the Swingle Sanitarium on May
> 6, 1912, and the one given in the evening on the same date, may be found in
> The Promulgation of Universal Peace, pages 97 through 100.
> 
> A reproduction of a group picture taken on the porch may be found in the
> Star of the West, Vol. 3, no. 1. [Correction: This photograph is actually on
> page 5 of volume 3, no. 6 (24 June 1912).])
> 
> After His talk Abdu'l-Baha entered a room near the dining-room where he
> autographed a copy of the "Hidden Words" and blessed a Baha'i ring and the
> strands of beads.
> 
> Then He and some of His Persian companions walked for a while in front and
> at the side of the house while the friends were preparing to take Him to his
> suite at the Hotel Euclid, at the corner of E. 14 Street and Euclid Avenue,
> where He spoke that evening to about three hundred persons. On the way to the
> hotel, Mildred, my younger daughter, who was then nine years old, sat in the
> limousine on Abdu'l-Baha's lap.
> 
> After the public meeting some of the friends crowded in Abdu'l-Baha's
> apartment at the hotel to hear remarks, addressed especially to a colored
> minister from the South. Among those present was a press reporter who was
> surprised by the world-embracing principles he had heard.
> 
> The following day reporters began to phone to know who that "peculiar" man
> was who was visiting us. "Did we think the time would come when black and
> white would marry?" The next day a large picture of Abdu'l-Baha appeared in
> the newspaper with a smaller one of me, stating in the headlines that Mrs. C.
> M. Swingle believed in the inter-marriage of the races. Little did I realize
> then, in the rarefied spiritual atmosphere in which we were living, how
> unprepared was the average person for this glorious Revelation.
> 
> At that time I was an active club woman. I had been conducting physical
> education classes for women and children in the greater Cleveland area and was
> the physical education representative of the Cleveland Federation of Women's
> Clubs. Some of the women in these various clubs were greatly disturbed and
> called me to a Council meeting.
> 
> Forty women were on that platform to "try" me for my religion. At first I
> didn't have the opportunity to say much. Providence took care of their
> questions. Some woman would jump up quickly to defend me. The first one, a
> Catholic, said, "Well, this isn't right. I belong to the WCTU, and we can take
> anybody into that group. Why do you try Mrs. Swingle for her religion?"
> Another said, "Why don't you try us, all of us? We're probably wrong in this."
> Another question was asked. Then another woman rose and said, "This is all
> wrong. Why do we do this? Aren't we broader than this?"
> 
> Finally my turn to speak came. I hadn't made any preparation, but I
> didn't seem nervous because I knew the truth of the Cause of Baha'u'llah. I
> said something like this: "You know I've always loved all of you, and you've
> always loved me. We have had such lovely times together in all our groups.
> You know what Jesus said on the Cross to persons who accused others of things
> they knew nothing about, 'Father, forgive them, they know not what they do.' I
> have the same attitude toward you today. I forgive you. When you understand
> what the Revelation of Baha'u'llah is, and who He is, your attitude will
> change."
> 
> Many of them were crying when I finished. So I remained the physical
> education representative of the Cleveland Federation of Women's Clubs until the
> end of the year. However, I noticed that I didn't care so much to attend
> meetings. You know how you'd feel in such a case. They'd say, "There she
> comes; there she comes." I was as yet insufficiently developed to meet their
> ridicule with complete forgiveness and equanimity, although I had talked about
> it on the day they had tried me. I pray that some of them came to know that
> they were living "in the dawn of a cycle when the Sun of Truth is again
> shining forth from the East, illumining all regions."
> 
> (This ends the selections from the tape recording.)
> 
> Myrta Swingle became a mechano-therapist and was able through this means
> to be in constant touch with the public. It was her habit always to stress the
> healing of the spirit along with that of the body. Her husband, Dr. Swingle,
> until his passing, frequently gave talks on the Baha'i Revelation, often with
> prophetic references. Among other writings he composed an allegorical
> Biblical poem of some 1500 or so stanzas which his daughters still hope to
> make public. In the Swingle home Baha'i meetings were part of the weekly
> schedule.
> 
> Mr. Swingle liked to recall the visit of Thornton Chase in 1906. In spite
> of strenuous efforts to have a large attendance, there was an audience of only
> three, Dr. and Mrs. Swingle, and Mrs. Emma Noble, the artist who was the first
> Cleveland Baha'i. If Thornton Chase felt any disappointment whatever, he
> certainly did not show it. He said he found his audience "just wonderful."
> 
> Among the other traveling teachers there had been Dr. Zia Bagdadi, the
> Knobloch sisters, Mary Hanford Ford, Ali Kuli Khan, Elizabeth R. Greenleaf,
> James F. Morten, George Orr Latimer, the Harlan Obers, Howard Colby Ives, Louis
> Gregory and other devoted souls.
> 
> Later Myrta Married William Sandoz, a world traveler, to whom accepting
> the Faith presented no hurdles, mental or spiritual. The meetings continued.
> 
> Throughout the many years of her life, her home and her heart were open to
> anyone who was struggling with an illness, a problem, or a sorrow. No one ever
> came for counsel or comfort who did not leave refreshed in spirit, with a
> better attitude and a more tranquil heart, and usually with some glimpse of the
> New Day. Others may have thought some of these were unworthy of her time and
> effort, but to her they were all God's children.
> 
> It seemed so natural for her "to be loving to all the people of the
> world." The gift of loving all humanity which she had received in the presence
> of Abdu'l-Baha remained with her throughout the years of her life.
> 
> We must not consider any people the people of Satan, but know and
> recognize all as the servants of the one God.... Some are ignorant; they
> must be informed. Some are children, undeveloped; they must be helped to
> reach maturity. Some are ailing, their moral condition is unhealthy; they
> must be treated until their morals are purified. But the sick man is not
> to be hated because he is sick, the child must not be shunned because he
> is a child, the ignorant one is not to be despised because he lacks
> knowledge. They must all be treated, educated, trained, and assisted in
> love.
> 
> Abdu'l-Baha
> 
> For some years one of her choicest dreams had been to be a traveling
> lecturer, to give a series on health, followed by a free course on the Baha'i
> Faith. Her prayer, she felt, was answered when it was her privilege to present
> the Faith to Orcella Rexford when she was giving a course of lectures in
> Cleveland. She was later confirmed in the Faith and continued her lecture
> tours, adding Baha'i talks, as Mrs. Swingle had long prayed to do. A record
> of her meeting with Orcella Rexford appears on page 495 of the Baha'i World
> Book (1946-1950). What a dynamic teacher Orcella Rexford was! What vicarious
> spiritual ecstasy Mrs. Swingle enjoyed as she learned of Orcella's remarkable
> contribution to the Faith.
> 
> There was a spiritual sparkle which her endeavors in the Baha'i Faith
> had brought to Myrta Swingle's personality. There was always a kind of
> child-like joy about her. There was an inner satisfaction from the many
> personal sacrifices she had made to the Faith. At one period of her busy life
> her personal goal had been to give the Message to two persons daily.
> 
> Abdu'l-Baha had asked all the Baha'is, "Are you happy? You must be
> happy. Be happy." She obeyed. She stood "porter at the door of thought", and
> rare were the times in which she failed to be obedient. Everyone, persons of
> all ages, who came near her felt the radiance and the power of her Baha'i
> being. The sparkle, the brightness, and the youthfulness and her personality
> were the reflection of the spiritual sunlight in which she lived.
> 
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