Mary, however, was so hungry and faint that she finally told Louisa to go on without her. Louisa would have none of that. She instead walked ahead a short distance, kneeled down, and poured out her heart to the Lord to help them. She arose and headed back toward her mother on the same path she had just taken. She walked a short distance when she suddenly saw something in the prarie grass. It was a freshly baked pie! It was laying right side up, and the crust wasn't even broken. They both thanked the Lord for the immediate answer to her prayer, ate the pie, and resumed their tip toward the company. In the meantime, since they had not caught up with the company in the time expected, James Sr. had taken his handcart to go look for them. He found them and took them in the handcart back to camp.
Other than for Julia's health, Isaac was well equipped to travel. In the heat of the late spring, Julia gained some weight and felt pretty well. Deciding that they could safely make the trip, Isaac loaded the wagon, making a special bed for his wife. At first she did very well, cheerful that at last they could go west and be with their relatives. But as the trip continued, the strain began to tell. Some mornings she was unable to get up. When they crossed Loup's Fork they again pulled out of the line, getting one of the Elders who lived at the Fork, Isaac and he administered to her. She seemed to relax and feel better, but during the night she lapsed into her last long sleep.
After they buried her, Isaac was so grief stricken that he sat for days, staring in front of him, felled by his tragedy. One evening James Walsh came to his fire and said, "I have seen many tragedies along the trail, and I respect you for your grief, but life must go on. Now you owe your little ones an even greater responsibility than before. Now you must be both father and mother to them. Crying tears of anguish over your lost wife is right and proper, but you must never allow your grief to immobilize you. What would Julia want you to do? You have begun a great quest, which, unfortunately, she was too weak to finish. Now you must finish it for her."
Out in the night Isaac walked for hours, asking why? Why? But with the coming of midnight, a peace enveloped him like a cloud. His beliefs taught him that although her body was dead, she, herself was still alive and would wait for him. He must not fail her. The next morning, 10 July 1852, he gathered a bunch of wild flowers and placed
How happy they must have been to be in “Joseph’s City”. But the happiness didn’t last long. Within three months after arriving in Nauvoo, little Mercy became ill and died. Joseph’s wife, Mary, grieved with Joseph, but within two months, she and Joseph became excited again because she was going to have another baby. But again, the excitement was blunted by death as Mary died a week after her baby son, Joseph, was born and baby Joseph died twelve days later. Joseph now was left with just three year-old Caroline. His parents and two sisters and three brothers were still with him in Nauvoo, but how hard it must have been to have sacrificed so much in such a short time.
"I simply cannot go on any farther; my feet are too sore."
They sought out a fallen log (tree) and there sat down to rest. There, too, they knelt down to pray. They prayed for some shoes out there in that raw, bleak country away from stores or from any town where shoes could be bought if they had the money to buy them.
They must have had great faith for after sitting there awhile longer to rest they rose to go on and saw there beside the log a pair of shoes. "They were surely meant for you, Brother Allen," said his companion. "They would not do for me at all. They are too small." So Joseph put on the shoes which fit perfectly and they traveled on.
In order to support herself and her family of small children, Jane made cookies, cakes, and bread which were put into small home made baskets and the children would sell them to regular customers and at the Southern Down Resort. In order to have a variety of cakes, the mother and children would go down to the seashore when the tide was out and gather larva from the rocks. This substance looked somewhat like lettuce. They washed the sand from it and put it into baskets and buckets. It was later baked as part of the cakes. These children thought nothing of walking three or four miles and selling this food for a schilling a pound. Sometimes Cecilia and Ann worked as nurse girls and as ladies maids.
Candace asked Hamilton about his mother’s pictures and he answered “I don’t know, I’ve never touched them.” Candace asked if she could get them and he gave his consent. She went into the other room and came out with some pictures carefully wrapped in tissue and brown paper. It was such a thrill to find a picture of Elizabeth Jane Green as a young mother and five of her sons, a picture of my grandfather James Copeland Orr, taken before he left on a mission, a picture of Charley, Walter, Richard and Earnest. Some of these pictures had been taken up at Mercur, probably when the boys had taken some produce to market or gone up to Mercur on a date or to a dance. Mercur at this time was one of the biggest towns in Utah and the people of Clover and St. John sold nearly all of their produce at Mercur.
Oswald Barlow was a member of Utah's first Martial Band, directed by Professor Thomas. Not only did he play the fife and drum, but he was also an expert dancer. So, in 1859, Oswald opened up his own school of dance. Many of the Saints were glad to receive instruction from him, and cultural arts were strongly encouraged by Brigham Young. In fact, several of Brigham's daughters were among the first pupils at his school. Oswald also had a splendid bass voice and was a good entertainer; therefore, many people loved to hear him sing.
John S. Gleason did indeed own the Mountain Lion mine, or parts there-of, but also the Blue Wing mine listed above and much to our surprise, at least seventeen other lodes shown in Figure 13.0.
Two miles north of Ophir is Jacobs City in Dry Canyon. Some of the richest lodes of the Ophir Mining District came from this location. John S. Gleason owned in part the Iris(Ira) and Jacobs Hill lodes (Shoo Fly) in Dry Canyon. Millions of dollars of rich metals were taken from the Ophir and Jacobs City locations.
The date of sale of the Mountain Lion Lode no. 2 was 4 March 1871. It was sold with the webster and women rights lodes for $2,000 dollars. The Mountain Lion Lode and thirteen other lodes were sold on 10 June 1871 for the combined sum of$5,000 dollars.
Thanks, dear folks, for the two pretty spoons that shall be kept as a remembrance for the grandparents in Norway. I had not expected such an expensive gift as those silver spoons, but I am more thrilled to think that you are thinking about me and my sons, than just the value ofthe silver spoons.
George was good with carpenter tools. The two men built a number of homes, the first LDS chapel, and other structures. Their names are on several plaques noting their contributions. George managed the co-op store and it boasted the first telephone in the community. He later operated the Tooele Z.C.M.I. store. He was a member of the County Livestock Association. George and his brother were both members of the Tooele militia.
It was while they lived there that they had to eat pigweed, and lucern greens, sometimes not even salt to put on them. One morning, Sam Western, an old English friend, called to have breakfast, but they had not for themselves.
At Salt Lake City William's little daughter, Adeline, who had become blind, was blessed by Joseph Smith's Uncle John and immediately healed.
Upon arrival in Salt Lake City they had very little food or other provisions. They were required to subsist on plant roots to supplement the little other food they had. The next year they experienced the cricket infestation and lost most of their crop.
The rigors of the struggle to travel west plus chills and other conditions had taken their toll on Jess’s health.
The missionaries were "to labor among the Indians in Oregon country." They were instructed leave their homes and families and " to settle among the Flathead, Bannock or Shoshone Indians….teach the Indians the principles of civilization; teach them….to live in peace with each other and with the whites;….to settle down….to build houses…" (7) This mission became known as the Salmon River Mission.
He would kill a pig, put it in a barrel and then rub salt on it. It had to be par-boiled
before eating because it was so salty. But the salt helped preserve the meat all summer.
In conversation with Bishop Maughan they were advised to try to find a suitable location on the Logan River, and accordingly set out again the 5th of June. They next formed a camp near the site of the old Brigham Young College and here they decided to remain. A survey of the land was immediately begun and the brethren cast lots for their locations. This was the beginning of our beautiful city of Logan, June 1859.
Although John Pannell Wright was a member of the second group to locate on the site of Logan in June 1859, he is generally given credit by old historians as having been the father of our city. Apparently it was he who did the first surveying here and who designated the little settlement by the name of Logan. Apparently after Brother Wright and his son had surveyed a few blocks of land, which they did by only measuring with a tape or chain, there was a drawing or lottery for the purpose of acquiring home sites. ) They also helped build a bowery under which they held their meetings.
They harvested their grain on Summit Creek (Smithfield). They often carried their guns in one hand and their shovels in the other. They succeeded in yielding good crops, as high as forty bushels of wheat to the acre. Mr. Wright left his tracks in the snow while cutting the last of the grain.
President Young told the men; "There would be no death from fighting befall you, if you keep the Lords Commandments. "There shall be no fighting except with wild beasts." The wild beasts turned out to be wild bulls of which there were several injuries and mules gored. The Battalion shot over twenty bulls before they quit charging the men, mules, and horses.
George Niles Haskell enlisted at the age of 49. They journeyed on to Winter Quarters where he took his wife, one girl and a son and proceeded on to Kegs Creek, where he left them with friends and acquaintance. Malinda had married prior to this time. The men then left for Fort Leavenworth where they received their gear and proceeded toward Mexico.
The family was to await the return of George Niles Haskell and the military pay from the Army was used to help to support them. President Young made arrangements with the Army and Govt. to remain here on Indian Land for the duration. George was Private #46 of Company B. Many of the Mormons traveled to the Missouri River with the enlisted men. He had enlisted for a year, 16 July 1846 to 16 July 1847.
No power on earth shall stay thine hand, thou shalt rebuke the waves of the sea, and like Enoch turn rivers of water out of their courses, cause streams to break forth in dry places to give drink to thy people, feed a multitude in the wilderness by the same power that Jesus fed the multitude when he was in the flesh, shall do every miracle that your heart desires, live to see Zion established in peace on the Earth.”
Lovina Smith was born on the 18th of September 1827 in Manchester, New York, just 3 days before her Uncle Joseph got the plates for the Book of Mormon. She is the oldest child of Hyrum and Jerusha Barden Smith.
Ane was a hard worker. She had to work more like a man than a woman. She did a lot of work in the fields and with the animals. When anyone in the family needed help or advice on the farm, they would ask her. She could fix a broken harness as well as any man. She had quite a few sheep that her boys would care for. She would shear her sheep, then wash the wool and spin it into yarn. Following this preparation, she would weave it into beautiful cloth.
This story is told by Edith Alice Hinton Gibson and Wilhelmina B. Hinton. They were respectively John Nock’s daughter and daughter-in-law, and had 1st hand knowledge of him. This short history is located in the Archives and Special Collections area of the library at Utah State University in Logan, Cache, Utah.
Alma was seven years old when his family, along with the S.M. Blavis Company of Saints, left Mormon Grove on June 18, 1855. This was the start of their long trek across the plains, by ox team. Just two days later, on the 20th of June, Alma’s mother, Julia Ann, died of cholera. She got up that morning, cooked breakfast for her family, and before sundown she had died and was buried by the side of the trail along with others. Seventy-five years later, when Alma was eighty two, he described his feelings the day his mother died. He said that the wolves howled and the mourning doves mourned, and then he cried just like he did when he was a seven year old boy.
George found himself, as a fifteen year-old, driving four yoke of oxen on a heavy freight wagon to the Utah Territory. His younger brother, James, later wrote that he had driven sheep 1,000 miles barefooted across the Plains. “In Alpine,” George wrote, “between 1855 and 1856, I spent about half of my time building forts to fight against the Indians and half my time killing crickets.” The family struggled against these odds to make a living. Then in 1858, they lost their father when he was killed by Indians.
Another life altering experience occurred in 1854 when L.D.S. missionaries introduced the Jensens to a new religion. After a short investigation Christen and Kirsten were baptized on a cold day in December and became the first members of the church in their local area. Soon after, Christian was called to be a local missionary and also to preside over two branches of the church. In the fall of 1857 he was assigned to open a mission on LæsØ, an island located midway between Jutland and Sweden. As a missionary he received frosty receptions but soon encountered some inhabitants in need of his clock repairing skills. This led him to adjust his strategy and avoid the topic of religion until he had the family’s clock dismantled. Once the family knew him as a clock repairman, they were more prone to discuss religion with him. Using this strategy, and after visiting the island several times, Christian baptized a dozen or so members and organized the Byrum Branch there.
After the surrender of the city, the Taylors returned to their home, a distance of eight miles. There they found that about 7,000 of the mob had camped for two nights at or near their place, turning their horses into the Taylor’s cornfield. The mob ate or destroyed about 300 bushels of potatoes, 75 geese, 100 chickens, several head of cattle, 40 head of hogs, 20 stands of bees; also, they had burned about one mile of rail fence in their campfires.
“Joseph you are too late. William has been dead for five minutes.”
Thomas took a very active part in the planning and construction of Lehi's first water ditch and was one of the city's first water masters, when no salary was attached to the office. He was also very active in planning and building Lehi's first bridge across the Jordon River.
There he was shot and wounded by the anti-Mormon mob. While he was bleeding to death, in fact almost gone, the prophet was sent for. He and the prophet were very close friends. The prophet laid his hands upon his head and blessed him to live and said he would go to the Rocky Mountains and be a useful instrument in carrying on the work of the Lord there, and would live to be of old age.
December 25, 1885. I wish I could have had the privilege of spending Christmas with you at home, but it is our lot to spend it apart. I hope you have spent it in a different way from what I have. We had a good dinner. The warden did the best he could to make the prisoners happy, but when a man’s liberty is gone, he can’t be happy when he has a family at home. I have thought of home the whole day long and so I do every day. I shall never be a happy man if I cannot enjoy the society of those that are my own flesh and blood which my family is. Things look dark to me, but I must hope for the best. God is at the helm
“The scene through which I have been called to pass since I arrived in this place from the East has almost alienated me from my country. Almost one continual round of mobocracy by night and by day. When I contemplate the scene it almost makes me shudder, and my blood run cold in my veins. I have been an eye witness to almost the whole scene from the beginning. My life has been exposed—threatened from time to time. . . when they were filled with wrath …. About a week before the assassination of Joseph and Hyrum Smith I was arrested—marched to jail by a band of the desperate and could not even lay there in peace—was aroused about 12 o’clock by a rush of men into the yard and a loud rattleing [sic] and hallooing at the door of the jail. One of our men went down and opened the door, when they rushed up stairs and caroused about a while, and left us.”