Thursday, November 30, 2023

Grandma and the Indian ~ Written by Mrs. John S. McAllister (Nellie)~~ Saga of the Sanpitch Vol. 2, 19470

 This is one of those tales handed down by word of mouth from generation to generation and treasured by a family as much for personal connection as anything else. It is based on an incident in my great-grandmother’s life and no doubt has gathered a little color and was altered to suit each storyteller’s imaginative interpretations. 

Grandma was a perky little soul and at eighty possessed plenty of that spirit that no amount of hardship had been able to subdue. It snapped from her eyes and her quick movements as she flitted about giving evidence that during the early years of her life she wouldn’t be the person whose path you’d want to cross. Fortunately, she possessed a fund of good judgment and right-down practical ability along with, what in those days, was a pretty good education for a mere girl. 

About 1850 her family joined the L.D.S. Church. Early missionaries became acquainted with her father and while he was not easily impressed with new ideas and fancies, an open mind, prayer, study, and the zeal of those bringing the message had their effect and another family consisting of parents and four children were ready to begin the long journey to the land of the mountains. Being a man of fairly substantial means, the journey west was accomplished with a minimum of trials. Undoubtedly their difficulties were much the same as most of the pioneers encountered—hardships, and discomfort, but there were no actual tragic experiences that some had. Grandma was at that time a young girl, attractive, not at all self-conscious, and probably somewhat pampered because she was the only girl in the family.

 Two older brothers and one younger had always more or less done her bidding.   The company with whom they traveled soon came to know something about this family, for Grandma had a knack with children, and stops of any length would find her the center of a group of youngsters and almost without being aware of what she was doing she would be telling stories and supervising activities that were of a constructive nature. This inherent ability to teach became more pronounced as they traveled along and by the time they were established in Utah, her reputation was established also. There is not much of romance in this narrative. Grandma married shortly after arriving in Salt Lake City, and before long left with Grandfather to settle in Sanpete Valley. 

Living in a small cabin in the village of North Bend (Fairview) was not all fun, but, because it was the life of the entire group and because simple pleasures, joys, and sorrows were shared by all, there was a bond of love and happiness that united and gave strength to all. Between routine duties, which were anything but light, rearing a family, and coping with the Indians, who at that time were more of a nuisance than a danger, she still managed to gather around her the entire group of children in the small settlement and so their schooling began and kept right along with the household tasks.

 Gathered in a large group in a small cabin, arithmetic, spelling, and reading became part of their daily life. Grandmother was not always an easy task mistress and often used “discipline” to obtain desired results. It did not take her long to sense that she had a real responsibility to those children. Because she was not afraid of responsibility and assumed it when necessary, others soon began to rely on her to solve other problems that arose, and added to her teaching, out of sheer necessity she became fairly skilled in the art of nursing.

 A few years after arriving at their new home, the shooting of an Indian by a white man in the southern part of the county caused a great deal of agitation, and before long, spurred on by their chief, the Indians became bolder and really became a worry to the white settlers. In spite of the fact that the Indians who had a settlement a few miles to the north, had been a problem due to petty stealing and because they would walk into a house when they felt like it, Grandma had been on good terms with them and on many occasions had helped them by binding up injuries or attempting to instruct them in what to do in some cases of illness.

 About the time that fresh difficulties arose, Grandma had won the confidence of one particular Indian because a rather bad infection had responded to her care. One afternoon he came to her door with a small Indian baby who seemed to be very ill. After working with the baby for the remainder of the afternoon, she tried to make the Father understand that there was little chance for the baby to recover. The Indian father stood stoically outside the cabin door and said nothing. Realizing that if the baby died there would not only be a sad loss, but there might also be a general reaction among the Indians and much of the good she had done in the past would be lost because of this reaction, she continued to do what she could, but late that evening the baby died.

 With nothing but a scowl and a grunt, the father took the tiny body and left. Grandma didn’t know how she stood in his estimation. The Indians became bolder and frequently very insolent as time went on and there were more and more skirmishes. Horses disappeared, food and grain were stolen and after one such occasion, there was real alarm due to rumors that the community was to be attacked by the Indians who had been reinforced by another tribe. Homes were barricaded, groups remained together for safety, and men were posted as guards while others worked on the farms. Grandma had never seen or heard from the Indian since the day the baby died, but one night, several weeks later, she heard a stealthy knock at her door. Grandfather was attending an emergency council meeting regarding the Indians.

 Although she was frightened when she heard the knock, she became completely alarmed when in response to her call, “Who’s there?” an Indian voice answered. She  got the gun and it was some time before she mustered up enough courage to ask what he wanted. Finally, she recognized the voice as that of the Indian baby’s father and he made her understand that he wanted to come in. Not knowing just what his intentions were, she questioned him further and decided that he was friendly. At least she thought it was just as well to act in that manner. He was able to convey to her that she was not to be alarmed if she heard noises during the night that he would be there to watch her home and that she and her family would be safe. She was not permitted to leave the house or send word to anyone. When Grandpa returned, he did not see or hear anything unusual. The next day it was learned there had been a band of Indians enter the town. Just what they had planned to do was not determined. There were several head of horses and cattle missing, but no one was injured and no shots were fired. My grandparent’s home was not bothered and none of their belongings were taken. Finally, the uprisings quieted down and as time went on peace was restored. There is nothing spectacular about this story and it is probably just a sample of what many of the pioneers went through. But today, those of us who live in the beauty of Sanpete Valley might give a second thought to our forefathers whose steadfast courage, loyalty, and love for mankind might well be emulated in our own lives to make a better world.

Monday, November 27, 2023












October 29, 1934 — October 30, 2023

St. George/Mt. Pleasant

Bonnie Jo Simons, 89 of St. George, Utah, passed away October 30, 2023 in Mt. Pleasant, UT.  Born October 29, 1934 to John Laritz & Sarah Myrle Casper Jacobson in Park City, Utah. Married Orval Frances Simons December 16, 1955 in the Salt Lake Temple.  

Bonnie was a Kind generous person.   She made friends wherever she went.   Bonnie was a life long member of the Church of Jesus Christ of Latter Day Saints.   She loved the time she spent serving in the Manti and St. George Temples. 

She loved to sew and always had a quilt on the frames to tie.   She belonged to the Laicos Club for over 40 years.   She had many jobs over the years but her greatest joy came from serving her friends and family. After Orval passed away Bonnie moved to St. George and made so many new friends that became her family.   They loved getting together to ride 4 wheelers in the desert, playing cards and just laughing and having fun.   She was a loving and kind neighbor and friend and will be missed by many.

Bonnie is survived by her two children, Clair (Julie) Simons,  Karen Harris; 4 grandchildren; 5 great-grandchildren; many nieces, nephews and friends. She is preceded in death by her parents; husband Orval; siblings, Hal Jacobson, Dee Jacobson, Max Jacobson; grandsons Justin Simons and Branden Aiken. 

Funeral services were held Monday, November 6, 2023, at 11:00 a.m. in the Mt. Pleasant 3rd Ward Chapel (295 S. State St.), with a viewing from 9:30-10:30 a.m. prior to services at the church. Interment in the Mt. Pleasant City Cemetery.

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Sunday, November 26, 2023

 







Jake Lynn Stallings

June 14, 1981 — November 21, 2023

Pleasant View, UT

It is with profound sadness that we announce the passing of Jake Lynn Stallings, 42, who fought a brave and valiant battle against cancer. Jake, born on June 14, 1981, in LaGrande Oregon to Kevin & Debbie Stallings of Mt. Pleasant, UT. He  returned home to our Heavenly Father on November 21, 2023 surrounded by the love of his family and friends.

Throughout his life, Jake exemplified resilience and determination qualities that shone even brighter in the face of his disabilities. His unwavering spirit touched everyone who had the privilege of knowing him. As a devoted husband, father, son and uncle. Jake's love and strength created a bond that will endure forever in the hearts of his family.

Early in his life, he was privileged to be the ambassador for the March of Dimes to fight against birth defects. Jake attended schools in Payson and Mt. Pleasant , and graduated  From North Sanpete High School in 1999. Jake had a deep and devoted love for music, and later in life, he shared that love to his students as a guitar teacher. He enjoyed all sports, loved hunting deer and roping on horse back with his family. Most of all Jake loved spending time with Nieces and nephews and all of his family.  He married the love of his life Lisa on October 14, 2017. Later they were sealed in the Provo City Center temple for time and all eternity on February 29, 2020.

He is survived by his wife Lisa, Pleasant View, UT. Son Tyler Fly, Nashville TN. His parents Kevin and Debbie Stallings, Mt. Pleasant UT. His brother Chet (Julia) Ft. Green UT. Jill Dimmick (Zac) Mt. Pleasant. Ali Ludvigson (Logan), Fairview UT.
His Nephews Keldon, Wayce, Tysen, Kole, Cray, Waylon, Wells. His nieces, Jaycee, Alissa, Kadie, Ava. He is preceded in Death by son Alex Fly, Grandparents Elden and LaRae Stallings, Lynn Beagley, Ralph and Ellen Steadman, and Aunt Mitzie, and Uncle Kelly Stallings.

Funeral Services will be held Tuesday, November 28, 2023 at 11:00 a.m. in the Mt. Pleasant Stake Center (295 South State St.) Viewings will be held Monday, November 27, 2023, from 6:00 - 8:00 p.m. and Tuesday from 9:00 - 10:30 a.m. prior to services both at the church.  

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Saturday, November 25, 2023

Another Popular Post Comes From David Gunderson

 

Folks,
While I was doing the research for the Gunderson Book, I listened to a conference commemorating the 150th anniversary of the ten Handcart Companies which crossed the plains during the 1850's . Pres. Boyd K. Packer gave the keynote talk which quoted from an article on the 7th handcart company. This article was written in Danish by C. C. A. Christensen and published in the late 1890 time frame. The article was translated into English during the 1980's and published is the Nebraska History Magazine.The article speaks of a young Norwegian woman who was crossing the plains in this Company with her blind mother.  I knew instantly that he was speaking of Caroline Johnsen and her Mother Elizabeth.
On the following Monday morning, I called Pres. Packer's office to ask how I could get a copy of the article and his secretary agreed to send Pres. Packers own copy of the C. C. A. Christensen's article for our use.
David R. Gunderson
 
Handcart Crossing by CCA Christensen


By Handcart to Utah:
       The Account of C. C. A. Christensen            
          Nebraska History Vol. 66, Number 4, Winter 1985

   Translated from Danish by Richard L. Jensen

 INTRODUCTIO



Between 1856 and 1860 approximately 3,000 Latter-day Saints made the overland journey from Iowa City, Iowa, to Salt Lake City, Utah, carrying their provisions and belongings in handcarts. This novel mode of travel was an attempt to help emigrants with limited resources gather to Utah at a time
when. their church and its Perpetual Emigrating Fund had
incurred heavy indebtedness for teams and wagons in earlier years. Despite the tragedy of two Mormon handcart companies caught in the snow in late 1856, Brigham Young en­couraged the continuation of the handcart scheme, which was quite effective under favorable circumstances. By 1861 another approach, using mostly teams and wagons from Utah. proved more satisfactory, and a colorful chapter in American pioneer transportation came to an end.
One of those who pulled a handcart in 1857 was Carl Chris­tian Anton Christensen (1831-1912), a Danish immigrant. Christensen's reminiscences of the trek, much like his well known paintings of Mormon history, incorporate charmingly detailed vignettes into the telling of the broader story.1 Thus Christensen shares with the reader a feeling for the nature of the human experience of crossing plains and mountains with very limited resources. There are not more than a half dozen detailed accounts by participants of traveling by handcart, so Christensen's, published here in English translation for the first time, is significant. 2
Born in Copenhagen, Christensen was apprenticed to a decorative painter and was simultaneously studying at the. Royal Academy of Art when at the age of 18 in 1850, he was converted to the Church of Jesus Christ of Latter-day Saints.



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Eager to share his new-found faith with others, he was called in 1853 to serve as a proselytizing missionary, first in Denmark and later that year in Norway.
      Among many young Danish converts also called to be missionaries were brothers Carl Christian Nikolai Dorius and Johan Frederik Ferdinand Dorius. They and Christensen became lifelong friends. In 1857 they were released from mis­sionary labors and given permission to emigrate to Utah-the fulfillment of a fond dream for most European Latter-day Saints in the 19th century. They emigrated with a large com­pany of Scandinavian Latter-day Saints, including three
Norwegian girls whom the friends planned to marry in Salt; Lake City. Christensen's narrative begins with their departure from Norway in March 1857. From Liverpool, England, they. sailed for the United States April 25, 1857, aboard the American ship Westmnoreland.
The present account is translated from writings of C. C. A.
Christensen published in the Salt Lake City Bikuben (The Beehive), a Latter-day Saint Danish-Norwegian newspaper. I have attempted to amalgamate several separate accounts into one, because each contained useful information. In order to avoid too severely fragmenting the narrative, I have retained a few overlapping details. In some cases I have divided long sentences and paragraphs for greater ease in reading. 3


THE REMINISCENCE­

In the spring of 1857 C. C. N. Dorius and his brother Ferdi­nand. . . were released from their missions with permission to emigrate. C. C. A. [Christensen] was given the same privilege and [C.] Dorius and the last-mentioned unmarked at Kris­tiania [now Oslo] directly for Hull [England], while F. Dorius and the emigrants left for Copenhagen. The current of our lives had now again merged, and now it took an entirely new direction. .
Having reached Liverpool, we were able to see and talk with the renowned Apostle Orson Pratt for the first time. 4
He received us with great kindness; but with the dignity of his manner, the veneration his sermons and pamphlets had in­
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presence. We attended a meeting at which he spoke on the subject "The Patriarch Jacob blesses his two grandsons, Ephraim and Manasseh" and illustrated his remarks" by laying his hands upon our heads as the two young men, with himself as the patriarch. The feeling that thrilled both of us on this oc­casion was almost one of mixed joy and pride, and although we understood only a very little English, it still seems to me that at that time we caught the gist of the Apostle's remarks !very well.           .            .                      t
When we had finally come on board the ship
Westmoreland which was to take us across the Atlantic
Ocean, we and other brethren were counseled to marry before we left Liverpool Harbor. 5 All three of us had with us our chosen maidens, intending to enter into matrimony at the con­clusion of the journey rather than at its beginning, but we ! found absolutely no reason to object, and therefore all three [couples] were married that very hour by Elder John Kay, who
was at that time on a mission in England. C. Dorius's bride, was Ellen G. Rolfsen from Risør. [C. C. A. Christensen's bride .
was Elise Rosalie Scheel of Fredrikshald.]6                                        .
The voyage across the ocean, which took about five weeks, I proceeded without any unusual occurrences, and we landed at : Philadelphia on Pentecost, Sunday May 31, 1857]. Our first view of the lovely landscape along the Delaware inspired us greatly.
[Christensen must have been inspired to an extent before
ar­riving in America. He composed the following poem while aboard the Westmoreland at sea. In the original Danish it has a marching rhythm.]

HANDCART SONG FROM 1857
Come, brethren, let us all gladly
Go together to Salt Lake City,
And if we get tired, don't be faint-hearted; Spit in your fist, and that's all there is to it.
We’re going to our beloved home,
Always forward. Dulidulidu. 7
And if it seems a little hard, stilI we can take it. The handcart does feel strange and new,
It is true, from one view;
But every fellow in some way




Will take hold better every day
Till in the end it goes right neatly,
Doesn't it? Dulidulidu.
And even if it seems a little hard, we can take it.



So it goes, up and down,
More and more, for several weeks,
Till we get up on the mountain.
At its top we will stop.
There Salt Lake Valley we will see
And a little snow-dulidulidu.                     .
The last tug was a little hard, but we could take it.



Then we go merrily down again; Come, my follower and friend!
Our trip is now almost at an end.
We are free as a bee.
. Now we quickly hurry on
Toward our joyful home-dulidulidu­
And even if it was a little hard,
We could take it.



The journey then continued by rail to Iowa City, which was the westernmost point the iron horse had reached, and there we were to begin our honeymoon trip with handcarts. .
At the campground8 we encountered our first trials, in that we had to give up books which were bound and had been kept carefully for a long time, particularly our “Skandinaviske Stjerner” ["Scandinavian Stars"]9 We were only allowed to take with us fifteen pounds in weight for each person who was to travel with the handcarts, and that included our tinware for eating, bedding, and any clothing we did not wish to carry ourselves. Thus I remember that I sold my best trousers to a passing ox driver for twenty-five cents, and others had to leave valuable articles behind at the campground without any com­pensation. Books were left there in large numbers, and their loss has been felt afterwards with sorrow by others as well as myself.
We were given a returning missionary by the name of
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leader for such a people as us, the better for him. We suffered greatly the first two or three hundred miles, traveling through the state of Iowa until we reached the Missouri River. The hot season of the year, frequent rain showers, almost' bottomless roads, exertion and diet to which we were unaccustomed, and the unreasonable, inconsiderate course of action pursued by our leader [Park], brought about much sickness and many deaths among us.10 But through all these trials. the brothers Dorius and I were, as before, always one another's in­separable, faithful helpers. Each of us had a little part of the company to help organize. Then as afterwards, Carl Dorius was the Samaritan among the sick; the encouraging, helpful friend and brother to the despondent and the exhausted. That was no less true of his young wife, and I must say the same of the other newly-married wives and of  F. Dorius.
After we were reorganized in Florence [Nebraska], and were given our well-known Danish brother Christian Chris­tiansen as our leader, things went much better.11 The very weakest persons were left behind; we took a number with us who were half exhausted. He [Christiansen] began with very short daily travel and walked the entire way himself in order to better be near at hand and to be able to assess the strength of the people, rather than riding horseback like other captains. His gentle, fatherly treatment will never be forgot­ten by those whom he led across the plains and the mountains in 1857.
Our train consisted of between thirty and forty handcarts. Each of these had an average of five persons and was loaded with what little bedding, tin eating ware, and other equip­ment was allowed12 . . . . In addition to that, we were to have a couple of hundred pounds of provisions in each handcart. Moreover, it was usually necessary for small children to ride in the handcart which the father, mother, and older brothers and sisters of the family pulled.
One of the people we had was a blind sister from Norway, who was about sixty years old, and she walked the whole way. But she was always cheerful, and as she pushed the handcart her young daughter was helping to pull we could often hear her merry laughter when she unexpectedly found herself wading through one or another of the many streams of water which were found along our way. "Now, Mother, we are about to cross some water ,"we could her



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daughter warn­ing her, “Is it deep?" or "How deep is it?" we heard her reply from the blind woman; and when the explanation was satisfactory, she walked cheerfully out into the water.
One of the most difficult streams that we had to ford was Loup Fork, a tributary of the Platte River. At the time we crossed, it was very wide, and besides that the bottom was loose sand, which was constantly shifting. The sick and the blind woman were allowed to ride in one of our freight wagons, for we had three wagons drawn by mules, which car­ried our tents and cookware, and in extreme emergencies one or more of those who were sick or fatigued were allowed to ride. But such a ride was an object of dread for most, for to be driven over rocky and uneven roads, and with only the tents under oneself, was for sick people usually only a means of in­creasing their suffering, and in some cases of hastening their death.
At the river mentioned above, Loup Fork, several in­teresting and almost amusing scenes also took place.
A large Indian encampment13 was located at that time right at the fording place, and several of the young girls were ferried across by sitting behind a half-naked Indian on horseback, having to hold on to him around the waist in order not to fall off. Those of the emigrants who dared to wade had to hold on to each other in order not to be carried downstream in the strong current, and now and then the handcart also lost its footing and threatened to leave the company, at which time extra resources for rescue had to be utilized. But all went well, and not a thing was lost, nor was anyone hurt.
Early in the morning, generally, the children who could walk-some even under the age of four-were sent ahead, ac­companied by their sisters, partly to avoid the dust and partly to walk as far as possible before the burning sun and exhaus­tion would make it necessary to put them. in the handcart.
For me it is beyond all doubt that the angels of the Lord were with us, though they were unseen, for we were walking defenseless in a long, spread-out row, in what was then the land of wild Indians, and many times we were among great herds of buffalo that could have totally annihilated us if they had been startled or for one reason or another had been led in the same direction we were traveling. But they seemed to be


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held at a suitable distance the whole time, although they were often only a gunshot away.
I remember a certain sister who came up one morning when the tents were being packed up, with something in her apron. Upon inspection it proved to be a little person who had come to the world the previous evening. The mother had walked with her handcart all day the previous day, and she thought she would also walk as far that day as she could, but she was prevented from doing that and rode for a few days. Both the mother and the child are still alive and living in Monroe, Sevier County, Utah.
We also had "the blind and the lame, the woman with child and her that travaileth with child together. . . ,14 all represented in our traveling company, for we had a girl who had a wooden leg. And oddly enough, these persons made it all the way to their destination, while many younger persons marked our path with their graves, without as much as a nameboard, except where there happened to be a bleached buffalo skull. Yet the mood was, overall, cheerful and jovial, and very seldom were complaints or displeasure heard from anyone, even when sickness or death had invaded the family.
We were only poorly supplied with provisions when we left Florence and had a thousand miles of wilderness to cover before we could expect any more. The little smoked pork, dried beef, and sugar, coffee, salt, and other seasoning with which we were furnished lasted only about three weeks in most cases, and after that there was naturally flour, flour, flour, and only flour to eat. With this .they baked bread, cooked porridge, gruel, soup, coffee, pancakes, and several other nice dishes, but still it was just flour, flour, and flour; and at one point the flour was scarce, too. 15 We only shot one buffalo, and this happened almost like a miracle, for it had lagged behind the rest of the herd. We dared not attack the great herd under our circumstances at that time.
Our supplies were intended to be as few as possible, for the weight of the provisions had to be considered, and the hard daily toil increased our appetite, rather than decreasing it, except in cases of illness. Therefore, as it said in one of our songs of encouragement from those days:

Surely, it was hard. and often we got very tired/
But the carts, with our ap­petite,/
Soon   became light./
And yes, the road was long,/
But there was merry joking, jests, and song/
When we made camp.   


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              .
   But the Camp in the evening was not an absolute resting place for the tired pilgrims, for then it was a matter of preparing a meal from the sparse provisions that we had brought with us…  We also baked our bread in kettles we had brought along.16  This was women’s work and sometimes took till past midnight, for each had to wait for the other to use the dutch oven.  The men fetched water and gathered fuel; where firewood could be found. Otherwise the women and
children helped gather dried “Ko-kasser”17 as we call them in Danish, since on the great plains along the Platt River there was enough of that kind, from the abundant buffalo herds which existed there at that time.  After that the men had to do guard duty for four or five hours every fourth day and then begin the hike anew, after breakfast was prepared and consumed.
    One nice trait characterized these people, both young and old, namely that their prayers and thanksgivings were held regularly every morning and evening. The train started moving at about 6:30. The vanguard of the procession consisted of the few cows which some of those with more means had bought from farmers along the way. The small boys drove them as far ahead of the company as was possible with tolerable safety, for you must remember that we were in the land of the Indians, and one could not always depend upon them for his life. 18 Besides that, we had the great herds of wild buffalo around us for many days, and if they had been alarmed and charged, that would have been the end for us, us: just as we could have been swept away by a tornado      But the Lord held his hand over our defenseless emigrant company, and we were not molested by either wild people or wild animals.
   One of the most important questions every morning, which we usually asked our leader -we called him captain- was: “How far is it to water today?" For he had a book which gave the distance and other information about the rout, par­ticularly with regard to water and grass for the emigrants’ draft animals.19  Only one single night did our captain make a mistake with the directions, and we found it necessary to stop when darkness fell without water. Then some of the brethren had to go back several miles to get water for their crying little ones. But as soon as daybreak came we broke camp and found water a few miles further along our way and soon forgot the privation of that night.




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Although it was a trial and involved many hardships, there were still also now and then both interesting and happy scenes as well as comical scenes on the way. Our costumes would look fine at one of out so-called “Hard Times Balls." Our hats, or what might once have been called hats, assumed the most grotesque shapes, seeing that the sun, wind, and rain had the superior force. The ladies' skirts and the men's trousers hung in irregular trimmings, and the foot coverings proportional to the rest, with or without bottoms. Our faces were gray from the dust, which sometimes prevented us from seeing the vanguard; our noses with the skin hanging in patches, especially on those who had as much nose as I have; and almost every lower lip covered with a piece of cloth or paper because of its chapped condition, which made it difficult to speak and particularly to smile or laugh.
Bedding was often altered to become everyday clothing, and a gentleman with trousers sewn from bed ticking was no curiosity in those days.. Nor were the ladies so particular about whether their skirts could hide their poor footwear, if indeed they were well enough off to own a pair of shoes, for there were many who had none; but the Scandinavians managed well with wooden shoes in those days.
A very old man, who had completely lost his sense of smell, came into camp one day, after the rest of us had things somewhat in order, with a skunk which he counted on cooking for soup. This almost made the rest of us leave. He had killed it with his cane and knew nothing about its peculiar means of defense.
We had with us a tailor who was getting along in years, but who did not therefore think any the less of his own charm but
wanted to try his luck with one of our Norwegian sisters. There were two who pleased him, but the one was married, and she let him continue with his mistake for some time, to the amusement of those of us who were in on the matter.
At the same time we were traveling as peaceful emigrants to Utah, a considerable military force was also on the way to Utah. But providentially they never came near us, in that they marched along the other side of the Platte River, where we
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amounted to several thousand men, large trains of provisions and fat stock were also sent out for their use, and most of these traveled on the same side of the river as we did. But we had no further inconvenience from them other than the dust they raised. One morning after we had been without any sort of meat for several weeks, we passed a large, fat ox, which they had left behind because one of their heavily loaded wagons had run over one of its feet and crushed it.
As we stood looking at the poor animal, the leader of the provision train to which it belonged came back, and in a" coarse yet half-friendly tone he said, "You people can have that ox; I suppose you might need a little meat.”  Again we saw in this instance, the Lord's care for us. We got the ox butch­ered and divided the meat among ourselves, but that was.
not so easily done, for we did not even have a decent ax in the, whole company, for almost everything that was heavy had to be left at the campground at Iowa City.
Since we had a butcher with us, the art of supplying us with fresh meat was turned over to him, but unfortunately he was accustomed to hitting cattle on the forehead. The ax he had brought was, like everything else, of the lightest kind, and the poor animal merely shook its head at his blows. Then came a mighty hunter. In all probability he had belonged to the militia in the town from which he came, and so he shot it through the nose. But finally another, luckier Ninuod came
and felled the animal with his shot and put an end to its suffering.
There lay [at the campground near Iowa City] heaps of
handsomely bound books, good warm clothes, and much else of value, of which we deeply felt the loss wnen we reached Utah, But greatest of all was the loss of many dear relatives and friends, who died along the way, in a sense as voluntary martyrs for their faith in the gathering to this land. 21
Perhaps many would have suffered an even worse fate if President Brigham Young had, not established provision sta­tions where flour could be obtained, and the first of these sta­tions was about 400 miles east of Salt Lake City.22 Afterwards we were met by wagons with flour and fruit, which benefited us greatly, but particularly since these wagons picked up the weakest and sickest among us and thus lightening considerably the responsibility for the rest of us.



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None but those who have experienced such a trial of pa­tience, faith, and endurance can form an idea of what it meant to pull a handcart, which frequently even threatened to collapse because of the extreme heat and lack of humidity, which could cause the [wood of the] cart to split and thus deprive them of the last means they possessed to bring with them their absolute necessities.
Along the way lay the skeletons of worn-out oxen, but these heroes and heroines endured. . . . With their lips half eaten up by saleratus dust,23 and clothed in rags, with almost bot­tomless shoes on. their feet, yet they greeted with songs of delight the rising sun which let them see Salt Lake City for the first time.
What changes have taken place since that time In less than one week our emigrants are now brought here from the Atlan­tic coast, where they disembark after a few days pleasant ocean voyage by steamship, while we in those days were tumbled about by sailing ships for several weeks, uncertain of the time when we could expect to see the promised land. And then the journey by land over the great, empty plains and high mountains on foot, poorly supplied with food and clothing-in short, subjected to almost every deprivation that people could bear and endure, and that for all of thirteen weeks.24 .
One can perhaps form a vague idea of our feelings when we finally stopped here in this city and were met by kind brothers and sisters, many of whom brought cakes, milk, and other things that for us were so much needed.
It was a Sunday, and with the Danish flag on the lead hand­cart we marched to our last resting place as far as this journey was concerned. . . . . . . . . A few days later; all these pilgrims had disappeared from their last camping place, having found shelter and hospitality among the Saints in Zion.
Since that time I have traveled back and forth several times across these mountains and plains, but never have I seen peo­ple more patient and devoted to God than those with whom I faced these trying circumstances in the year 1857.



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NOTES



1. Jane Dillenberger, "Mormonism and American Religious Art,” Sunstone 3 (May-June 1978),pp. 13-17. Richard L. Jensen and Richard G. Oman, C. C. A. Christensen (1831-1912): Mormon Immigrant Artist (Salt Lake City: The Church of Jesus Christ of Latter-day Saints, 1984). Carl Carmer, “A Panorama of Mormon Lire,” Art in America (May-June 1970), pp.52-65.
2. Other accounts of Mormons traveling by handcart in the 1850s are
published in LeRoy R. Hafen and Ann W. Hafen, Handcarts to Zion (Glen­dale, California: Arthur H. Clark Company, 1960; reprint, 1981). Addi­tional information is found in Leonard J. Arrington and Rebecca Cornwall, Rescue of the 1856 Handcart Companies (Provo, Utah: Brigham Young
University Press, 1981).
3. This amalgamated account is taken from the following sources:
C. C. A. Christensen, “.C. C. N. Dorius,” Salt Lake City Bikuben, March
22, 1894.
Christensen, “Haandkarre-Sang fra 1857” [“Handcart Song from 1857"],
Salt Lake City Bikuben, September 23, 1896.
Christensen, “Erindringer fra 1857" ["Memories of 1857"], Salt Lake City
Bikuben, October 1,8, 1903.
Christensen, "Over Praerierne" [“Across the Prairies”], Salt Lake City
Bikuben, September 8, 1910. .
Christensen correspondence, Salt Lake City Bikuben, September 15, 1904.
Christensen, “Et Mindeblad til afdode Soster Laura A. Larsen" ["A Page
in Memory of Deceased Sister Laura A. Larsen"], Salt Lake City Bikuben, February 20, 1902.
4. Orson Pratt was then presiding over Latter-day Saint affairs in Europe and was concurrently president of the Church's British Mission. At least four of Pratt's popular religious tracts had been published in Danish translation by the time Christensen and his friends visited Liverpool, and several of his sermons had appeared in the Scandinavian Mission periodical.
5. The Westmoreland left Liverpool April 25, 1857, with 544 Mormon passengers on board. Conway B. Sonne, Saints on the Seas: A Maritime History of Mormon Migration 1830-1890 (Salt Lake City: -University of Utah Press, 1983), p. 152.
6. Risor and Fredrikshald, on opposite shores of Oslofjord, were among the first towns in Norway proselytized by Latter-day Saints. Fredrikshald has since been renamed Halden.
7.Dulidulidu" was apparently intended to suggest the trill of a fife.
     8. The staging area for the handcart trek was on the banks of Clear Creek, three miles west of Iowa City, in present-day Coralville, Iowa. See Stanley B. Kimball, Discovering Mormon Trails: New York to California 1831-1868
(Salt Lake City: Deseret Book, 1979), p. 36.                                                        .
      9. Skandinaviens Stjerne [The Star of Scandinavia] was the Latter-day
Saint mission periodical for Denmark, Norway, and Sweden.
   10. Christensen explains elsewhere that Park "could not understand our language, nor have any 'particular sympathy for those who were tired, sick, or dissatisfied as a result of the new and unaccustomed circumstances’


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- C. C. A. Christensen, “Erindringer fra 1857” ['Memories of 1857"], Salt Lake City Bikuben, October 1, 1903.
    11.The replacement of Christiansen for Park at Florence was a rather unusual occurrence among a people known for their submission to officially appointed leadership. It must have been the result of complaints by the Scan­dinavians to Latter-day Saint authorities at Florence, although the process is not well documented. Christiansen had emigrated to Utah earlier had presided over Scandinavian Latter-day Saints in the Midwest in 1856-1857 and was preparing to return to Utah with an ox-team party when he was called upon to assist the handcart emigrants.
    12. A. Milton Musser, who assisted with Church emigration arrangements at Florence, reported that the Scandinavian company left there with 68 handcarts and about 330 persons. Musser to William Appleby, July 16, 1957, The Latter-day Saints' Millennial Star, Vol. 19, p. 620. Thus Christensen's estimate of the number of persons per handcart was accurate, while his recollection of the number of persons and handcarts in the company ap­parently was not.
    13. Undoubtedly a Pawnee village. During 1857 the Pawnee ceded other lands to the United States and moved several villages to this vicinity.
    14. Jeremiah 31:8.
    15. Christensen wrote elsewhere, "Our diet was . . . very monotonous, but
our appetite gave it seasoning, so that we ate often and much, and yet were .always hungry.” Christensen, “C. C. N. Dorius,” Salt Lake City Bikuben,
March 22, 1894.                                     .
    16. They baked their bread "without yeast or baking powder”. Christensen, "Et Mindeblad til Afdode Soster Laura A. Larsen" [“A Page in Memory of Deceased Sister Laura A. Larsen"], Salt Lake City Bikuben, February 20, 1902.
    17. Buffalo or cow chips are the corresponding American terms, denoting dried animal dung used as fuel. In Christensen's painting on the cover of this issue of Nebraska History, a woman in the foreground is gathering buffalo chips. ­
18. In an insightful. examination of emigrant-Indian relations along the westward trails, John D. Unruh, Jr., indicates that the threat posed to travelers by Indians was often grossly exaggerated, but that depredations were more common by the mid-1850s than before. He finds that relatively few emigrants were killed by Indians east of South Pass. Unruh, The Plains Across: The Overland Emigrants and the Trans-Mississippi West, 1840-60 (Urbana: University of Illinois Press, 1979), pp. 156-200.
19. Probably William Clayton, The Latter-day Saints' Emigrants' Guide (St. Louis: Republican Steam Power Press-Chambers & Knapp, 1848). See also William Clayton, The Latter-day Saints' Emigrants' Guide, ed. Stanley B. Kimball (Gerald, Missouri: Patrice Press, 1983).       .
20. In response to complaints from federally appointed officials and a
former mail contractor, the administration of James Buchanan sent troops to Utah under General Albert Sidney Johnston-as it was claimed-to restore federal authority over the territory. For a discussion of the entire episode, see Norman F. Furniss, The Mormon Conflict, 1850-1859 (New Haven: Yale University Press, 1960).



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21. James Jensen, another Danish immigrant in the same handcart com­pany, stated that one out of every ten in the group died enroute. J. M. Tan­ner, Biographical Sketch. of James Jensen (Salt Lake City, 1911), p. 40.
    22. The aid station mentioned was at Deer Creek, present-day Glenrock,
Wyoming.
    23. Aerated sodium bicarbonate. Perhaps Christensen was also remember­ing alkali dust.
24. Before the adoption of steam transportation, Latter-day Saint im­migrants from Europe took from three to five months to reach Utah. In 1869 the first company of Latter-day Saint immigrants to use both steamship and the newly completed transcontinental railroad traveled from Liverpool to Ogden, Utah in 24 days. By 1877 the entire trip took as little as 17 days. See Richard L. Jensen, "Steaming Through: Arrangements for Mormon Emigra­tion from Europe, 1869-1887”, Journal of Mormon History (1982):21



A list of the members of the 7th Handcart Co follows:


(The number shown in parentheses next to each name is the age of the pioneer at the time of the journey.)




















Aragerup, N. (Unknown)


























































































































































Hansen, Peter (Unknown)
















































































































Lublin, Hyrum (Infant)


































































































Sorenson, Iowa (Infant)








, Karen (Unknown)