From the journal of Wilford Woodruff.
While I was living in this cabin in the old barracks, we experienced a day of God’s power with the Prophet Joseph. The large number of saints who had been driven out of Missouri were flocking into Commerce [afterwards named Nauvoo]; many were sick through the exposure they were subjected to. Brother Joseph had waited on the sick until he was worn out and nearly sick himself.
On the morning of the 22nd of July, 1839, he arose and called upon the Lord in prayer, and the power of God rested upon him mightily – Jospeh the Prophet of God healed all around on this occasion. He healed all in his house; then, in company with Sidney Rigdon and several of the Twelve he went among the sick and he commanded them in a loud voice, in the name of Jesus Christ, to come up and be made whole, and they were all healed.
When he had healed all that were sick on the east side of the river, they crossed the Mississippi to Montrose. They first went into Brigham Young’s house and healed him. As they were passing by my door, Brother Joseph said: “Brother Woodruff, follow me.” When we entered the house of Brother Fordham, Brother Fordham had been dying for an hour, and we expected each minute to be his last. Brother Joseph walked up to Brother Fordham, and took him by the right hand. Brother Fordham’s eyes were glazed and he was speechless and unconscious. Joseph said, “Brother Fordham, do you not know me?” He again said, “Elijah, do you not know me?” With a low whisper, Brother Fordham answered, “Yes!”
The Prophet then said, “Have you not faith to be healed?” The answer was, “I am afraid it is too late. If you had come sooner, I think I might have been.” He had the appearance of a man waking from the sleep of death. Joseph then said, “Do you believe that Jesus is the Christ?” “I do, Brother Joseph.” was the response. The the Prophet of God spoke with a loud voice: “Elijah, I command you, in the name of Jesus of Nazareth, to arise and be made whole!” The words of the Prophet were not like the words of man, but like the voice of God. Elijah Fordham leaped from his bed like a man raised from the dead. A healthy colour came to his face, and life was manifested in every act. His feet were done up in Indian meal poultices. He kicked them off his feet, and then called for his clothes and put them on. He asked for a bowl of bread and milk and ate it; then put on his hat and followed us into the street. THrough the blessing of God, Elijah Fordham lived up til 1880, in which year he died in Utah.