In olden days we had three plagues, the Indian War, the grasshopper war, and the Sanpete Valley Railroad. I was at Moroni to get a load of freight. A man there said, "What do you think about this railroad coming to Mt. Pleasant?" I said, "We have been able to fight down the Indians and the grasshoppers, but Lord save us from the Sanpete Valley Railroad." Still, it wasn't so bad-it meant well.
When Brother Bradley was conductor of the train, Sister Hansen would come to the train every morning with her basket of eggs to take to Ephraim to sell. One day she looked rather sad. The conductor asked her why she was sad and she said, "Today I only have eleven eggs." He said, "You go back home and I will hold the train until the chicken lays another egg."
Book of Mt. Pleasant p. 337