Showing posts with label Brigham Young. Show all posts
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Sunday, May 17, 2026

MT. PLEASANT RELIEF SOCIETY Minutes 1877 ~~~ DEATH OF BRIGHAM YOUNG (From our Archives)

 


Died: August 29, 1877, Salt Lake City





Mary Ann Angell
Mary Ann Angell Young was the second woman married to Latter Day Saint leader
 Brigham Young. They were married on March 31, 1834. Young's first wife, Miriam
 Angeline Works, had died on September 8, 1832.Wikipedia

Mrs. Mary Ann Young and others of the family                            

Beloved Sisters,

The painful intelligence has reached us this afternoon of the decease of your beloved husband and father and our much respected President Brother Brigham.

He has run his race and finished his course and gained for himself an inheritance among the Gods

Dear Sisters and children, we the sisters of Mt.Pleasant do most deeply sympathize with you all under this your most trying bereavement. and pray God our Heavenly Father that you may receive strength equal to the affliction you have been called upon to pass through.

Brother Brigham has closed his career with honor and dignity.  And like a stock of corn fully ripe has laid down to account a glorious resurrection.

May we who are here behind, try to adhere to his counsels and teachings and strive to emulate his example.  And may our whole future be spent in meekness and humility that when our turn comes to pass behind the veil it may be said to us, as to him "Well done good and faithful servants, enter then into the joy of thy Lord."


Your Sisters in the Gospel


MFC Morrison, Pres.

Helena Madsen, Counc.

Christina Peel, Counc.

Louisa Hasler, Secty.



Biographical Sketch: 

Brigham Young was born June 1, 1801, in Whitingham, Vermont. In 1835, three years after he joined the Church, he was called to the Quorum of the Twelve Apostles. As successor to Joseph Smith, he led the migration west in 1846–47 to the Rocky Mountains and founded Salt Lake City. He was sustained as President of the Church on December 27, 1847. As Church President and Territorial Governor of Utah, he established Latter–day Saint settlements in Utah and throughout the American West. Under his direction, construction commenced on the Salt Lake, St. George, and Logan temples. He brought the telegraph and the railroad to Utah and encouraged cooperative industry among Latter-day Saints, and he encouraged excellence and refinement in every aspect of life. He died August 29, 1877 in Salt Lake City after nearly 30 years as Church President.

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Tuesday, July 8, 2025

THE PROPHET MORONI DEDICATED THE SITE OF THE MANTI TEMPLE ~~~Gerald Henrie, Provo, Utah~~~ First Honorable Mention Essay ~~~Saga of the Sanpitch Vol. 2

  Father Isaac Morley and others were trying to decide in the spring of 1850 on a suitable place to recommend to President Brigham Young as a site for a Latter-day Saint Temple, when my great grandmother, Betsy Bradley, and her three-year-old son, Hyrum, saw a personage in white on a white horse mysteriously appear on the hill to the north east of Manti and then just as mysteriously disappear. 

 Others may have seen this same manifestation. Great Grandma Bradley told about this mysterious appearance to everyone who desired to listen and one of the Sagas of the Sanpitch was born:  Everyone said, “This personage dressed in white on the white horse is the same personage that constrained Father Morley to point with a prophetic finger to an eminence rising in the distance and say, “There is the termination of our journey; in close proximity to that hill, God Willing, we will build our city,’ and that person is the Prophet Moroni!  And he wants a Latter-day Saint Temple built on the Manti Stone quarry!” 

The settlers of the Sanpitch had shown how the power of the Lord is manifested to a people and had seen the fruitation of their Saga fulfilled in the summer of 1850 in the words on page 436 of Orson F. Whitney’s “Life of Heber C. Kimball”: “One of the Elders laboring in the Manti Temple writes: ‘In an early day when President Young and party were making the location of the settlement here, President Heber C. Kimball, prophesied that the day would come when a temple would be built on this hill.  Some disbelieved and doubted the possibility of even making a settlement here.  Brother Kimball said, “Well, it will be so, and more than that the rock will be quarried from that hill to build it with, and some of the stone from that quarry will be taken to help complete the Salt Lake Temple.” On July 28, 1878, two large stones, weighing respectively 5,600 and 5,020 pounds, were taken from Manti stone quarry, hauled by team to York, the U.C.R.R. terminus then, and shipped to Salt Lake City to be used for tablets in the east and west ends of the salt Lake City Temple.’”

 Why did the General Authorities of the L.D.S. Church and President Brigham Young hold so tenaciously to insisting that a Latter-day Saint Temple be built on the Manti stone quarry if they didn’t have the assurance that the Prophet Moroni had dedicated that site for a temple? 

 This test of President Heber C. Kimball’s prophecy took place June 25, 1875 at a conference held at Ephraim, Utah. Before the above mentioned conference was held in Ephraim, the resident of the city of Ephraim had quarried enough stone that was suitable to build the foundation for a temple and this stone had been taken from the Ephraim stone quarry and  had been deposited on the spot where the Noyes Building of Snow College now stands.  The residents of Ephraim had hoped to have the temple built on the ground where Snow College now stands in the center of Ephraim.  This same stone is at the present time still in good condition in the foundation of the Noyes Building at Snow College.

 Whitney’s “Life of Heber C. Kimball” states on page 435, “At the conference held in Ephraim, Sanpete County, June 25, 1875, nearly all the speakers expressed their feelings to have a temple built in Sanpete County, and gave their views as to what point and where to build it, and to show the union that existed, Elder Daniel H. Wells said, ‘Manti,’ George Q. Cannon, Brigham Young, Jr., John Taylor, Orson Hyde, Erastus Snow, Franklin D. Richard, Lorenzo Young, and A.M. Musser, said, ‘Manti stone quarry.’  I have given the names in the order in which they spoke.  

At 4 p.m. that day, President Brigham Young said, ‘The Temple should be built on Manti stone quarry.’” I testify from what I have read and have had handed down to me through family tradition and otherwise that Brother Warren S. Snow was an honest man and I believe wholeheartedly his following statement.  Whitney’s “Life of Heber C. Kimball” says on page 436, “Early on the morning of April 25, 1877, President Brigham Young asked Brother Warren S. Snow to go with him to Temple hill.  Brother Snow says, ‘We two were alone, President Young took me to the spot where the Temple was to stand.  We went to the southeast corner, and President Young said, “Here is the spot where the Prophet Moroni stood and dedicated this piece of land for a Temple site and that is the reason why the location is made here, and we can’t move it from this spot, and if you and I are the only persons that come here at high noon today, we will dedicate this ground.’” I am predicting that the sage of the Prophet Moroni dedicating the site for the Manti Temple is a saga that will live a long time in the hearts and memories of the people who live in Sanpete County or in the Valley of the Sanpitch!

 1. Additional reference to great grandma, Betsy Bradley, (Mentioned in para. 1) can be read on page 60, para. 2, in the book, Descendants of William Henrie, by Manetta Prince Henrie, Chapter Five: Myra Elizabeth Henrie Oldson: Quote:  “Grandma Betsy also told Myra of how she and her three-year-old son, Hyrum, had seen a personage in white, on a white horse, mysteriously appear on the brow of the stone quarry when President Isaac Morley and others were trying to decide on a suitable place to recommend to President Brigham Young for a site for the Latter-day Saint Temple.  It disappeared just as mysteriously.  Everyone said they thought it was the Angel Moroni, but little Hyrum said, “It was the Lord.”

 2. Additional reference to Father Morley pointing a prophetic finger (mentioned in para.2) is mentioned in history of “Early Manti” in the story of Mrs. A.B. Sidwell, “Reminisences of Early Days in Manti,” para 3, para. 2:  Quote:  “On the arrival of the last detachments, Father Morley being among that number, (He having been unavoidably detained) – a council was held relative to the advisability of remaining where they were then encamped.  Father Morley felt constrained to proceed about three miles southward and pointing with a prophetic finger to an eminence rising in the distance, said, ‘There is the termination of our journey; in close proximity to that hill, God willing, we will build our city.’” 

Tuesday, April 4, 2023

CARATAT CONDERSET ROWE AND THE MORMON BATTALION SICK DETACHMENT (1846-1847)

Taken from Saga of the Sanpitch Vol. 21

FIRST PLACE HISTORICAL ESSAY Mary Louise Seamons 

  Much has been written about the Mormon Battalion's 2,000-mile forced march under adverse conditions; a number of diaries and journals provide further insights into their trials during those trying months of heat and cold, reduced rations, starving oxen, desert sand, and little or no water. Not nearly as much is known about the men, women, and children who left the Battalion, wintered at Pueblo, Colorado, and entered the Salt Lake Valley soon after Brigham Young's main party arrived.

 Caratat Conderset Rowe was born in Perry Township, Indiana. He was a member of the Mormon Battalion sick detachment.1 Brigham Young had endeavored to get assistance from the U.S. Government to help the Mormon Saints preserve their homes in U.S. territories. When that failed, he sought help to move them where they could live apart from those desiring their "extermination." He prayed to the Lord for help. 

When Captain James Allen arrived at Mount Pisgah on 16 June 1846 and spoke with Church leaders, Young was convinced this was their answer and espoused Captain Allen's recruitment of five companies of Mormon men to serve with the U.S. Army in their war against Mexico.2 Most of the able-bodied men were away earning money to help the main body of Saints on their westward journey. Those at Mt. Pisgah and nearby Council Bluffs were mainly men with families, not enthused about leaving them to travel alone. 

The Brethren made impassioned pleas to the men to join. Young at one point told the men that if they wouldn't go, he would: Let the Mormons be the first men to set their feet on the soil of California. If we want the privilege of going where we can worship God according to the dictates of our own conscience we must raise this "battalion.3 He felt if the Mormons failed to earn the respect of the nation, further criticism would be their downfall. The men were promised that if they went with the Battalion and obeyed the Lord's commandments and their leaders' counsel, they would not fight against other human beings and would return to their families. The Army promised $42.00 per man per year plus pay while in the ranks. A Captain received $50.00 a month; a Private, $7.00. They could keep their "arms and accouterments." A flag was hung in a tree in front of which 549 men took the oath to serve their country. Church leaders counseled the Mormon officers to treat their men with respect and dignity, as if they (the officers) were the men's fathers, and to wear and honor their temple garments at all times. On 20 July the new recruits marched four to miles downriver and camped. "On July 21st they started on the march to the tune, 'The Girl I Left Behind Me '."4

Caratat was a member of Company A; his cousin, William Howe, in Company D. Another cousin, Manning Rowe, is reputed as also being a member of the Battalion, but his name does not appear on Battalion rosters in any of the companies.5 The new recruits marched to Fort Leavenworth where they received their first supplies, then headed for Santa Fe — across the whole of Kansas, a tiny corner of Oklahoma, and into New Mexico. They endured many hardships, particularly after Captain Allen, whom they had come to trust, died at Port Leavenworth a few days after the company left for Santa Fe. Although some good officers remained over the Battalion, some were not so good. 

When the detachment reached the last crossing of the Arkansas River, the commanding officer insisted that most of the families, with some food and supplies, be sent under guard up Arkansas to Pueblo, Colorado. This was unquestionably "in the best interests both of the families and of the Battalion."6 Water was scarce and often impure causing many to become ill. Food rations were cut, and a number of the men were without blankets or warm clothing, having left as much as possible with their families, possibly misunderstanding exactly what they would receive from the Army. It is quite possible their commanding officers were harsher because they understood the need for as much speed as possible so all could reach Santa Fe before supplies ran out or the weather turned cold. When they did reach Santa Fe, they were greeted by a 100-gun salute ordered by Colonel Doniphan, their supreme commander. 

There was much criticism and complaint about Dr. George H. Sanderson who had been appointed surgeon to serve with the Battalion. Sanderson seemed to enjoy tormenting the men who became ill and caused the whole company to travel more slowly. He made them come before him each day to prove they were incapable of walking, then dosed them with medicine from a despised iron spoon. One man complained that he had been given a large dose of laudanum, but was warned by the orderly in charge to get rid of it quickly or it would be fatal.7 

Caratat's cousin William was apparently treated somewhat the same. When William became ill and unable to walk, Caratat was advised to leave him where he was and move on. Caratat sat cross-legged on the ground beside his sick cousin, his musket across his lap, and refused to leave. Finally, the officer in charge ordered that William be lifted into the wagon.8 The commanding officer felt he could not keep so many disabled men, so he ordered a sick detachment back to Pueblo. Some men were afraid they would be mustered out and lose their pay if they went back; their fears proved unfounded. 

On 17 October, Caratat, William, and the others were placed "on detached service by orders of Captain Doniphan" and remained so until they were mustered out of the Army,9 Now the sick detachment traveled under difficult circumstances: little water, short rations, cold and rain, with poor equipment and oxen. Some of the latter died along the way. One day several Battalion members came to camp with thirty fresh oxen. . . followed shortly by some men who claimed to have lost their teams. The Battalion commander told them they could take any of the animals they found. The men left with only four head, leaving the Mormons with thirteen additional teams. Right or wrong, the Mormons felt it was Divine intervention that had provided these animals in their time of need.10 

The detachment arrived in Pueblo nearly a month later and set about building houses and a church, of split cottonwood logs, and a small fort apart from the original site of Pueblo. They passed the winter "drilling, hunting, and having a good time generally: dancing in the church, attending church meetings, and preparing for their springtime journey west. They were first to know the final destination of the Mormons."11

 While at Pueblo, a settlement of trappers and hunters in a natural crossroads setting, they left their mark: theirs was the first white baby born in what is now Colorado. They were able to supplement their meager supplies with "buffalo, deer, and elk meat, thereby saving the necessity of killing any of their stock of cattle of which few remained.12

 Early in the spring—about 15 April 1847—they began their journey west to join the Saints traveling to Utah, heading due north for Port Laramie, west to Fort Bridger, and thence to Salt Lake, Although they found tracks of the main body of pioneers and knew they were not far ahead, the detachment entered the Salt Lake Valley five days behind—20 July 1847. Their enlistment had expired on 16 July 1847» They were officially mustered out of the Army and once again came under the command of Brigham Young, the man they had followed for their beliefs. The empty cabins at Pueblo were never occupied by others, 

On 16 August 1847, 71 men, with 33 wagons and 92 yoke of oxen, some horses, and mules, left the Valley and returned to the Missouri River area to rejoin the families they had left behind, Caratat among them. - There he married Mary Napier, a demure red—haired Scottish lass; two children were born before they returned to Utah. Three more children were born in what is now Payson, and their last child was born in Mt. Pleasant, where they went in early 1860, less than a year after its settlement. There Caratat died on 12 February 1904» not quite two years after Mary's death.14 

His cousin William died 25 July 1905 and was buried in Thayne, Wyoming. Although Caratat and William did not make the long march with the Mormon Battalion, they left a heritage of commitment and loyalty, of responding to the call of their leaders. As B. H. Roberts wrote: Since the Battalion march has not been equaled by any march of infantry. . . it is not likely ... that the Mormon Battalion march across more than half the North American continent will ever be equaled.15 Caratat and William were a part of that march. Note: Caratat Conderset Rowe was the author's great-grandfather. 

END-NOTES 1 . Caratat Conderset Rowe, son of William Niblo and Candace Blanchard Rowe, B. Perry Township, Delaware County, Indiana, 11 May 1823* Mary Loretta Rowe Burnside, "Biography of Caratat Conderset Roue" (unpublished typed manuscript prepared for Mount Pleasant Camp, Daughters of Utah Pioneers, n.d.). Mary was the granddaughter of Caratat. 2 . Kate B. Carter, compiler, The Mormon Battalion (Utah: Daughters of the Utah Pioneers, 1956). 3 . Kate B. Carter, compiler, Heart Throbs of the West (Utah: Daughters of the Utah Pioneers, 1946). 4 . Carter, 1956, P. 9. 5 . Burnside* 6 . B. H. Roberts, The Mormon Battalion: Its History and Achievements (Salt Lake City. Utah; Deseret News, 1919). P. 30.7 James S. Brown, Life of a Pioneer: Being the Autobiography of James S. Brown (Salt Lake City, Utah; George Q. Cannon and Sons Company, 1900). p. 51. 8. Burnside. 9 . "Mormon Battalion (1846-1847). Service Records, n.d. Film. 10. John P. Vurtinis, "Colorado, Mormons, and the Mexican War," Essays and Monographs in Colorado History (Denver: Colorado Historical Society, 1983)» p. 51. 11. Vurtinis, p. 136. 12. Ralph C. Taylor, "Pueblo Mormon Village: First Anglo-Saxon Settlement in Colorado," Colorado South of the Border (Denver: Sage Books, 1963)f p. 386.13. Garter, 1946, p. 186. 14. Family records in possession of the author. 15. Carter, 1946, p. 187-

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   Caratat Conderset Rowe                                   Mary Napier Rowe

Saturday, October 1, 2022

ELI AZARIAH DAY ~~~ PIONEER OF THE MONTH ~~~ OCTOBER 2022

 Eli Azariah Day was "Pioneer of the Month" July 2011.  I found  more cute stories on Family Search.

ELI AZARIAH DAY https://draft.blogger.com/blog/post/edit/2217707143168230507/9004565961600797265

Eli Azariah Day by Edith Larsen Baker


Eli was born in Springville, Utah on September 23, 1856, to Abraham Day and Charlotte Melland Day. His father had two wives, Charlotte being the 2nd wife, and they all lived together in the same house at first. His only memory of Springville was when he and three of his brothers tried to follow their father into the field, but they wandered out into the south bench above town and became lost in the sagebrush and cedars. He was only three years old and was so frightened that he never forgot this experience. While he was still three years old, his father moved Charlotte and her children to Mt. Pleasant where they had a small adobe home which had been purchased from Nathan Staker (Eli’s future father-in-law). Eli remembered that he got his first “pants” at age five. Up until that time he wore the usual “sissy clothes” that all children wore, whether boys or girls. One Sunday while he was still in his “sissy clothes” (about four years old), his mother sighed and said, “Oh I wish I had a fish for my dinner.” “Mother, make me a fish hook and line and I will catch one for you,” replied the child. “Alright, hand me my workbasket,” the mother said. With Eli’s help, she doubled and twisted spool thread and soon had a fishing line for him. She put some little pieces of lead on it for sinkers and bent a pin for a fish hook and took a cork from a bottle for a float. Eli got a dry willow for a rod and, with a piece of fat pork for bait, he was ready to catch his first fish. “Eli,” said his mother, “go to the fishing hole, let the hook into the water at the head of the hole and allow it to float on the cork to the end of the hole. When the cork bobs under three times, jerk!” Eli walked to the well-known fishing hole and did as he had been directed. He pulled up a nice little fish, but did he touch it? No! But quickly climbing the bank, holding it out at full length, skirts swishing about in the breeze and shouting at every jump, he made his way back. “I’ve got one Mother! I’ve got one Mother!” Yes, he had a little trout about ten inches long, and his mother had a “fish for her dinner.” * * * * * * * * * * Eli was very excited to be able to start school, and his favorite subject was history. Also he loved to recite and sing in school and in other places, although he was very bashful and would “blush like a girl.” His mother and his sister Dora taught him long recitations such as “God Made the Old Man Poor” and “The Boy Stood on the Burning Deck.” Eli had very few books to use and had to borrow books to get his lessons from. Blackboards were almost unknown in these pioneer schools. Eli also spent a lot of time as a child herding in the fields barefoot. While herding in the spring or fall, he would often catch big green frogs, so then they would have roasted frog legs – a tasty treat. Eli’s love of reading history once nearly got him into trouble. All his older brothers had gone to work in the mining camps, and Edwin was wanting to go, too. Eli asked him why he wanted to go to such places and Edwin said that he wanted to learn something of the world. Eli said, “That is the worst part of the world. I can get more and better knowledge of the world in one hour from reading history than you could get in all summer in one of those rotten holes they call a mining camp.” Some time later, his older brother Ira, having heard what he had said, threatened to beat him up for that opinion. It didn’t happen, but Eli said that he would have fought for his belief that reading was the better way. * * * * * * * * * * Eli and most of his friends loved to go fishing, but they couldn’t afford the 25 cents for a store hook and line, so they would make fishhooks out of pins, wire, or needles. One day a boy named Neal Christofferson teased Eli to kick Will Morrison, saying he would give Eli a “store hook and line” if he would do it. Eli was human, and he succumbed to the temptation. It brought on a fight – the only fight Eli was ever ashamed of. Not that he got licked! No, it was because he had let a boy persuade him to pick a fight. Eli later asked Will’s forgiveness. He always believed that it was “low down” to pick on anyone, entirely wrong to fight with his brothers, and a cowardly act to strike a girl or woman. If girls gave him a bad time or struck him, Eli would take revenge by kissing them! * * * * * * * * * * In 1865 and 1866, the Black Hawk War was on and the Indians made many raids, stealing cattle and horses, killing people, burning houses, etc., making scary times for the children who were forbidden by parents to go away from the town. It was at this time that Eli developed a strong fear of the dark, which bothered him until he finally conquered it as a grown man. It was also during this time that Eli and a large group of boys went out south of the town graveyard to swim in an adobe hole that they had filled with water. They left their clothes lying on the banks. Suddenly, the bass drum boomed from the public square and the flag was run up to the top of the library pole! An Indian raid somewhere! Did those boys stop to put on their clothes? No! They grabbed their clothes and scampered for town as fast as their legs would carry them! They stopped at the edge of the town to dress, thankful that they were alive. * * * * * * * * * * When Eli was eleven years old, he was working for a neighbor named Andrew Peterson. This Peterson had a mule named Mary that would nearly always buck if she was ridden fast. One day, Peterson took Eli fishing with him – Eli riding the mule. They fished until late in the day, catching quite a lot of fish, and started for home after the sun was down. Peterson had a good saddle on his horse and rode on ahead, leaving Eli behind on the tricky mule. Remember – Eli was afraid of the dark. He was more afraid of the dark than he was of the mule, so he tried to make her go fast in order to catch up to Peterson. Of course the mule threw him off, and he hurt his ankle badly (it was most likely broken). Peterson took him crying to his mother, who tied up the ankle. But he was suffering terribly with it, so after a short time, Charlotte dug some of the burnt adobe off of the back of the fireplace, pulverized it, making a poultice of it for his ankle. The pain soon eased and he was asleep in about 15 minutes. Amazing! * * * * * * * * * Every spring and fall, the cattle were all rounded up from the range and separated according to brand. At one of these cattle “drives,” Eli and his friend Will McArthur had climbed up the south gate of the old fort and were watching the cattle pass in and out. Perched up there twelve fee high, they were enjoying themselves until a boy from Moroni, a little larger than they, came along. This boy had an ox whip with a buckskin lash about five or six feet long and a stock about the same length. He was showing off with his big whip. When he saw the two boys up on the gate, he walked over and ordered them down, threatening them with the whip. They refused to come down, and he began lashing them. Eli ordered him to stop or he would get down and lick him. But he did not scare worth a cent, but continued using his whip on them. Well, Eli came down, but the boy looked pretty big to him. To try to get out of it, he walked near and said, “If you lash me again, I will lick you.” He did, and the tussle was on. Eli soon had him down and crying. George Cantland pulled him off, and that Moroni boy gave Eli the “worst cussing” he ever had, promising that if Eli ever came to Moroni he would beat him to death. Eli was actually afraid to go to Moroni for years after without a good escort! * * * * * * * * * At a Fourth of July celebration in 1866, Eli ran in a sack race and won first prize – a beautiful chrome picture of roses. He prized it highly and his mother hung it on the wall. Some time later, an old woman came to the Day home. She was a good friend of Eli’s mother and she was moving away. She wanted something to remember Charlotte by. Charlotte asked her what she would like and, after looking around, she chose Eli’s picture of the roses. Charlotte gave it to her. Eli’s heart was nearly broken, but he didn’t say a word about it. What self control for a boy so young! He doubtless never forgot the hurt, though. * * * * * * * * * Now for a couple more fish stories. One day while Eli was about ten years old, he started up Pleasant Creek, fishing with his homemade hook and line. He came upon several boys fishing in a large hole. Most of these boys had store hooks and lines and some of the boys were older than Eli. There was a large trout in the hole and the boys had gathered to try to catch it. Eli joined them and, as luck would have it, he caught the big fish. It was nearly one-and-a-half feet long. Some of the other fellows were angry at him and jealous because he had caught it with a needle hook. They went on up the stream together, keeping together because of Indian fears, and then they returned to town. One of the big boys then took Eli’s big fish from him, mutilated and soiled it until it was worth nothing, then grudgingly let Eli get it back. But Eli didn’t go home entirely empty-handed – One of the Northbend boys traded him the bodies of his fish for the heads of Eli’s fish so that he could show off. Another day, Eli’s older brother Ira said to him, “Rye (they called him that – short for Azariah), let’s go fishing in Sanpitch today.” “I haven’t got a fish hook and line,” said Eli. “Well,” replied Ira, “I’ve got two store hooks and lines and you may take one of them and fish on shares. You may have half the fish you catch. You have the first, me the second, you the third, me the fourth, etc.” “Alright,” said Eli. “I will go with you.” They went up to the river and began to fish. Luck seemed to favor Eli, as the first trout was quite large, the second a little smaller, the third a trifle larger, the fourth some smaller, and so on to the eighth. When they were ready to go home, Ira looked at Eli’s string of fish which were larger than his and he said, “Rye, I will give you that fish hook and line for your four trout.” “All right, sir!” was the ready reply. What a lucky day for Eli! He had earned a 25 cent store hook and line! But neither the day nor the luck was ended yet. On their way home, as they got to the bend in the river, they found two or three other boys fishing and very excited. They said to Eli and Ira, “Don’t go home yet! There is a trout in this hole as long as a man’s leg!” “How do you know he is as long as a man’s leg?” was the question. “We have pulled him to the top of the water two or three times!” was the answer. There was no question about – they could not go off and leave such a fish as that loose in the Sanpitch River, so they baited their hooks and joined in the fishing. The other boys were so excited that when they felt the fish take hold of their bait, they jerked at once, and so they would lose him. It was not long until the fish took hold of Eli’s bait. He managed to restrain himself until the fish had the bait well into his mouth, then he jerked with all of his strength. It took all his power to get the fish out of the water. Was it as long as a man’s leg? Well, not quite, but it was the largest trout that Eli ever saw caught with a hook. Was Eli proud? As proud as a peacock. He had earned a store hook and line and caught the biggest fish of his life. He later wrote: “Don’t talk of your lucky days unless you can equal that one.” * * * * * * * * * As a small boy, Eli remembered several times when Brigham Young visited Mt. Pleasant and he was able to shake the prophet’s hand. He never missed an opportunity to attend meetings when Brigham Young was there. When Eli was about 12 years old, he and his brother Herbert took six traps into the hills and came back with six coyotes. They sold the skins to the Co-op Store for 50 cents each. Eli asked his father to buy an ax with his share of the money. This was a splendid ax and Eli used it in the woods for many years. One fall, Eli and his brother Herbert were going for a load of wood. When they got nearly to their destination, Eli discovered that his ax was missing. He told Herbert to go on ahead, as he wanted to go back and find his ax. Eli was not fourteen years old. As he went along, looking for his ax, he promised the Lord that if He would help him find the ax, he would thank Him in vocal prayer. Well, he did find the ax, and then he had a problem on his hands that made him tremble. He had never prayed vocally before, and to kneel down in secret seemed to him a very difficult task. After walking slowly along for some time, he at last plucked up enough courage to kneel down in the dust of the road and pray to his Heavenly Father and thank Him that he had found his ax. That was the beginning of Eli’s secret prayers, and he later said that from then until he was eighty years of age, he very seldom missed praying secretly every day. * * * * * * * * * Another time when Eli and Herbert were going after wood, they saw a couple of boys just ahead of them also going after wood. One of the boys came back to ride with them, to be sociable, but Eli did not like the story that he told them. He related how he and his brother-in-law had gone into the cedar hills and found several hundred cedar posts that had been cut and piled by John Hasler, a poor cripple. These young men had hewed of the old ax marks from the posts so as to make them appear like new posts, and hauled them home. Eli felt awfully indignant, although he said nothing. Later Eli said to Herbert that he was going to report the fellows, but Herbert talked him out of it. Well, Eli lived to regret his decision. It wasn’t long after that that Eli and his father spent six weeks cutting poles, only to have the same thieves haul away nearly all of their poles, disguising them in the same way they had John Hasler’s posts. Eli and his father rode over to the thieves’ place and they were sure they could identify their poles, but his father would not prosecute. * * * * * * * * * When Eli was about fourteen, his sister Dora’s first baby had a large swelling on her neck which made her suffer greatly. It got worse until Dora brought her to Charlotte’s house, crying, and asked Eli to lance it for her. He hesitated, but she insisted, so he took an old jack knife from his pocket and sharpened the end the best he could. Dora let her mother hold the baby, and she herself ran around behind the house so she wouldn’t have to watch. Eli struck the swelling once with his improvised lancer, the baby screamed, and Dora flew back to look at his cruel work. She saw a drop or two of blood on the swelling, grabbed the baby, said some unkind words to Eli, and went off to her home in a fury. About two hours after that, she came back very pleased and thanked Eli for what he had done. He had cut through the outer skin, and in just a little while the swelling had opened and run a lot of pus. So the pain was relieved and the baby was sleeping. Now Eli was a doctor! What would he be next, he wondered? * * * * * * * * * Eli did not do a great deal of hunting for game, but one day after the day’s plowing was done, he and his brother Edwin took the horses to the pasture along the river for the night. There Eli saw a lot of ducks swimming on a pond, so he said to Edwin, “I am going to get the old musket.” (It was the gun his father had used in coming across the plains to Utah.) He retrieved the gun, powder horn, caps, and shot and hurried back to the pond. The ducks were waiting. He sneaked up until he was close enough for a good shot. Taking careful aim from a kneeling position, he fired. What a fluttering and swimming there was! Not one duck flew! He jumped up and ran toward the ducks, shouting to Edwin, “You get what you can from this side and I will run around on the other side and get them.” With the help of a pole, they managed to get all the ducks that were in the water – seven in all. * * * * * * * * * One time, Eli’s mother gave him a piece of ground and told him that if he would spade it up, he might have what he raised for his own. That pleased him and he went to work with a will, fertilizing, weeding and watering. He raised some beautiful melons. A few days before they were ripe, he was coming home from town one evening with his brother Ira. Ira coaxed him to go into a neighbor’s lot and steal gooseberries. Eli was not very old, but he knew better than that, but he did it anyway. Shortly afterward, he went into his melon patch, thumped them and decided that they were ready to eat, or at least some of them were. The next Sunday he would give his family a melon treat. But alas! When Sunday came, he took a look at his melons and found only stomped vines and smashed melons. His heart was completely broken, but as he gazed in sorrow upon the wreck, the thought came to him: “What did you do a short time ago in your neighbor’s lot? Now you know how it feels to have your garden robbed.” And so Eli vowed that he would never do such a thing again. It was a lesson well learned and well remembered. * * * * * * * * * An experience that exemplifies Eli’s feelings about fighting with his brothers happened when he was about fifteen. He and Herbert were working building a fence, when they got into an argument about something and Herbert called him a d_____ liar. Eli flew at him, grabbed him by the throat with his left hand and drew back his right fist to strike him, when something inside him seemed to say, “He is your brother.” Eli dropped both hands and stepped back, saying, “If you were not my brother, I would make you take that back or take a licking.” Herbert just stared at him in wonder. Eli was just barely sixteen when his mother died. Just before she died, she called him to her and asked him to kiss her, which he did. It was the first and only time he remembered kissing her in life. He loved her very dearly and knew that she returned his love with interest, but he had never been much for kissing anyone. As she lay in her coffin, he kissed her again, and felt a terrible, sorrowful shock, for her lips were so cold. Shortly after the funeral, Eli’s father said he had some work that needed to be done on Sunday in order to be prepared for the threshers who were coming on Monday. He offered to pay Eli $1.50 if he would do this work. He had never offered to pay Eli for any work before, so it came as a surprise, but Eli instantly answered, “No, I will not go and work on Sunday for $1.50. The work has to be done, and I will go and help you do it, but not for money.” He felt that if he did it for money he would be breaking the Sabbath, but that if he went for free, he would only be helping to “pull an ox out of the mire.” * * * * * * * * * Now that his own mother was dead, Eli and his brothers and sisters lived with Abraham’s first wife, Elmira. They called her Aunt Elmira or Mother. Charlotte had left a young baby, and losing his mother’s milk was hard on him. The baby pined away in spite of all Elmira could do and died about three months after his mother. Eli’s half-brother Ira had come home from working in the mines. It seemed to Eli that he and Edwin had to do all the chores and farm work of the winter, while Ira had a jolly good time spending his money in the town, smoking, drinking, dancing, etc. Eli’s sister Flavilla was now a young woman and did a lot of the heavy work around the house. One Sunday she stayed overnight with her sister Dora, and Ira was angry that she wasn’t there to wait on him. Eli was getting upset at the foul way Ira was speaking of his sister. Soon Ira said with an oath, that if she did not do better, he would drive her from home. At that, Eli jumped up and said, “Look here, Ira Day, when it comes to that, two can play at that game. I give you to understand that this is our home and that you are working here as a hired hand and you can not drive us away.” “Oh,” said he, “You think you are so smart, don’t you. You have a little brother (referring to Herbert) who thinks he is smart too. I would like it for a breakfast spell to lick both of you every morning.” Eli went to the door and said, “If you want to lick me, just step outside here and do it now. I’ll soon show you that you can not do it – right now. You can’t come around here abusing my sister and get away with it so easy.” Flavilla told Eli that he had talked abusively to her all the way from town. Eli had never been so angry before in his life! Neither Eli’s father or Aunt Elmira would take any part in the argument. Flavilla made up her mind to leave home, and Eli was unable to talk her out of it. * * * * * * * * * Not too long after this, Eli was working at a sawmill helping to saw up some timber with a rip saw. He was attempting to clean out the sawdust that was clogged in the saw, and raised his head a little too high and the saw scalped the left side of his head just above his ear. The scalp dropped down over his left eye and the blood spurted about six feet. A woman held his head on her lap while one of the men sewed up the wound. Then they bandaged his head and sent for the ox team to take him into town. Eli wanted to pray in secret. He said he would walk down the hill and wait for the wagon at the bottom. On the way down, he prayed sincerely to his Heavenly Father for a blessing at his hands. While waiting at the foot of the hill, his head began to bleed again, so he went to a cold spring to bathe his head, which only made it bleed worse. On the way to town, Eli’s head kept bleeding worse and worse. They stopped two or three times and he got out and soaked it with cold water which made it bleed worse. Eli asked the man with him if he could not do something to stop the bleeding, but he said no. Eli was beginning to feel weak and faint. He did not know what to do, but knew that something must be done if he were to live. Finally he unpinned the outer bandage and took it off. He then asked his companion to stop and put it on again, drawing it as tight as possible. This soon stopped the bleeding. Eli was taken to Dora’s home, and his father and Aunt Elmira soon came. Many others also came, among them an old quack doctor and an old Danish lady called the Danish Doctor Woman. The Danish woman told them that the wound should be opened up, cleaned, and broken bones taken out, but they did not listen to her and it was left wrapped up. Every night someone would sit up with Eli and put rags dipped in disinfectant on the wound. Dora dressed the wound every day. As the wound healed, a piece of his old black felt hat, sawdust, and pieces of bone all came out of it. Eli rested the rest of that summer and decided that he would like to go in the fall to the University of Deseret (now the University of Utah) to learn to be a school teacher. His father said that he thought he could support him in this. Eli arranged to go to Salt Lake with Bishop Seely who was going there. Just as they were about ready to leave, Eli’s brother Ephraim came with the news that their father would not be able to support him after all. Both boys felt very bad about this. Eli studied hard and received a teaching diploma in June of 1876 – the first year that these diplomas were given at the University of Deseret. While at the university, Eli was given an assignment by an atheist teacher. He was to write about the origin of language according to the Darwin theory of evolution. Eli found that he could not write about something he did not believe, so he decided to write about the origin of language according to the Bible ideas. Everyone was much shocked at his audacity, but then they all admired him for his courage. It was also during this year at the University that Eli had an experience that was very frightening. One afternoon he was walking down the sidewalk opposite the big ZCMI store, when there was a deafening explosion – the whole earth seemed to shake and the glass from the windows began falling almost on his head. Then came another explosion, followed by two more so close together they seemed to be one. Looking north of the city, Eli could see a huge volume of black smoke rising from Capitol Hill. He at once thought of the terrible volcano that buried the city of Pompeii, and he turned to run down the street to safety. But he heard someone shout, “The Arsenals have exploded!” The Arsenals were four log buildings on Capitol Hill in which powder and explosives belonging to the merchants of Salt Lake City were stored. Two young men who had been hunting in the vicinity were blown to bits in the explosions. A crowd of boys were playing baseball not so far away. The explosion knocked them flat, but miraculously they escaped unhurt. A lady was drawing water out of a well and a rock struck her in the back and killed her. One little boy had the lobe of an ear cut off with a rock. Many people thought the end of the world had come and began to pray mightily. * * * * * * * * * After his graduation, Eli took a position teaching school in Mt. Pleasant. Eliza Jane Staker was hired to teach the younger students, and it was not long before they were married. Sometime later, Eli and his family moved to Fairview where he again taught school. It was there that he met and married his second wife, Elvira Euphrasia Cox, who was also a teacher. When the laws were passed against polygamy, Eli and his wives had a hard time of it. Eli at one time spent six months in prison and often had to go into hiding. He would spend one week with Eliza and one week with Euphrasia whenever he could. They had many hard times. Euphrasia finally got a divorce from Eli – a situation that was undoubtedly hard on them both. Eli taught piano lessons all his life and led the ward choir. He filled a six-month mission for the Church and spent his later years working in the Manti Temple. Eli Azariah Day died November 23, 1943 at the age of 87 and was buried in the Fairview Cemetery. His daughter Ellis wrote of him: “Mealtime there was a time of happiness. Father led conversations on subjects of interest to his family. Never were criticisms of others allowed in our discussions. Father told us stories of historic or scientific interest, but above all we were taught the Gospel of Jesus Christ. . . . During his last days upon earth which were spent in my home, he read several hours a day and did not use glasses. Because of his reading, he was a well-educated man. He could discuss science, history, literature, religion with equal effectiveness. Father was always kind, his discipline was firm but not harsh. He always encouraged the children of the neighborhood to come to our home and all were made welcome. His sense of humor made him an interesting companion. We often gathered around the old organ and sang while he played the accompaniment for us. . . . He was progressive, industrious, honest and charitable. His greatest desire was to set an example to his children and others that was worthy of emulation.”

Thursday, September 22, 2022

Father Morley Tells How Sanpete County Was Established ~~~ taken from "Saga of the Sanpitch 1979 " On To Manti by Leah B. Lyman

 “I have much to tell,” said Father Morley, and they all settled down to listen.

“I will make it brief and to the point,” he said. 

“On June 14, 1849, there rode into Salt Lake City a delegation of Ute Indians led by Chief Walker. At their request they were conducted to the office of President Young. With many grunts and motions the Mormon leader was made to understand that the Indians wanted some Mormons to come to Sanpitch Valley to teach the Indians how to build homes and till the soil. In August and exploration party of four men, with Chief Walker as guide, set forth. They found a beautiful valley through ran a creek of good water. They found the soil good and the surrounding mountains gave promise of plenty of timber both for fuel and for building. Within a few day they returned reporting that everything was favorable for the building of a community.”

 For a moment the speaker hesitated. So far he had only told of things in general, but when he spoke again it was in a reminiscent mood, for he was recounting experiences in which he had played a major part.

 “A company of some fifty families,” he continued, “was organized as soon as possible, with Seth Taft, Charles Shumway, and myself as commanders. We three were set apart to govern in Church Affairs, keep law and order, and advise in the things pertaining to the building of a new town. It was late in the fall when we left Salt Lake. We had to clear roads and build bridges as we went. We reached the chosen valley November 22, 1849, too late to make much preparation for the winter that was upon us. We camped near the creek in our wagon boxes and in a few days it began to snow. Soon it was more than three feet deep and still coming down. We were forced to seek the shelter of the south side of the hill that projected out into the valley. Some of the saints made dugouts in the hillside, while others used tents and wagon boxes for shelter.” 

The recounting of these events was painful, his voice choked and tears flowed down his cheeks.

 “I hope I never see another winter such as that,” he went on. “The men and boys shoveled snow daily, piling it into win rows to provide shelter for our horses and cattle, and also to uncover the dry grass for our starving animals. We even sharpened the horns of our cattle to make it possible for them to break through the crusted snow and find feed for themselves and also to help them to protect themselves from wild animals. “We lost many of our horses and cattle that winter, but it was not a total loss. We gave them to the starving Indians camping nearby and they greedily devoured them to ward off starvation. Even they had never seen snow so deep. It was as if the almighty God was testing our faith in every possible way. 

“Spring of 1850 arrived. With the warm weather came a new terror. Myriads of rattlesnakes came from crevices in the hill. Hissing their way into the homes of the saints, they wriggled and writhed about in their boxes, beds, cupboards, or anywhere they could get. With the aid of pine knot torches, we killed nearly five hundred of the reptiles in one night and soon had the country rid of this latest menace. The remarkable thing was that not a soul was bitten. In spite of everything we had endured we all came through the winter in good health.” 

There was a sigh of relief but no one made a comment. When the narrative was resumed it was in a lighter vein as if the crisis was past.

 “In August of that year President Young visited us and christened our town Manti, in honor of one of the notable cities told of in the book of Mormon. He also named the county, changing the name of Sanpitch to Sanpete. To make sure that we did not neglect the education of our children, he furnished part of the money for the erection of a school house. Jesse W. Fox was our first teacher. Our only method of making flour was with a huge coffee grinder which was passed from home to home. So President Young helped me to make possible the erection of a small grist mill in the canyon east of town.

“On the 9th day of September 1850, by an Act of Congress, Utah Territory was organized and Brigham Young was appointed Governor. Charles Shumway and myself represented Sanpete County in the

First Legislative Assembly in Salt Lake City. On the 5th of February 1851, an Act was passed incorporating the three towns now existing outside of Salt Lake City. Brownsville on the Weber River was incorporated under the name of Ogden. The town here in Utah Valley known as Fort Utah was incorporated under the name of Provo. Third was our own town of Manti. We were proud when we returned home. Soon the city of Manti was laid off, ten miles square, and divided into city lots. The settlers soon chose their lots and moved from the hillside to start homemaking in earnest.”

 Father Morley looked about as if trying to read their thoughts. “Well, that is about all there is to tell, only that there are plenty of city lots left. 

Friday, June 3, 2022

A Proclamation From Brigham Young

 







On May 4th, 1866, President Orson Hyde visited Mount Pleasant and read to the people a proclamation from the First Presidency, addressed to the people of Sanpete, Sevier, Piute, and other settlements which were not safe from the Indians. The Presidency begged the people to be of good cheer and advised that all settlements that had not over 150 families should move to larger settlements.


They should arm themselves. The stock should be guarded so that the Indians would not be able to steal anymore. If the Indians desired peace and came into the settlements, they should be treated with kindness, for if a peaceable Indian was killed it was just as much murder as if it had been a white man.

Quoting R. N. Bennett: "David Candland was sent with the epistle for the people of Fairview to move to Mount Pleasant, the people of Fountain Green to Moroni, and the people of Spring City to move to Ephraim. John L. Ivie and myself were sent as Candland's bodyguards. After these families had moved, the minutemen of Mount Pleasant and other settlements had to go as guards for the men while they did their work."

Soon after President Hyde's visit, the people of Mount Pleasant sent teams to Fairview to help the people move. The move of the people to Mount Pleasant took place in one day. They were located within the fort, and with families outside the fort. During the time they were living at Mount Pleasant, men went to Fairview to build a fort for their protection and in August, when the work was completed, they were prepared to return. President Hyde came to Mount Pleasant and held a meeting with the citizens of Fairview, and released Andrew Petersen, the acting bishop, and ordained Amasa Tucker, of Mount Pleasant, to act in his stead.

In Mount Pleasant, it was now found necessary, in order to protect the cattle, to erect a fort. Some today, claim this was never completed, yet we find recorded in Andrew Madsen's Journal, "On June 4th the wall was commenced, and the fort, the same size as the one erected in 1859, was completed on June 19th, 1866."

The walls enclosed the block consisting of a little more than five acres, lying directly north of the old fort. (This block is now known as the North Sanpete High School Block.) Andrew Rolph states that the east, north and west walls were the same height as those of the old fort, but that the south wall was only about half as high, and there was a gate in the center of it. In due time four herders, who were paid so much ahead for herding the cattle had been appointed. The tingling of the many cowbells was a familiar sound as the herd was taken out at seven o'clock every morning. One man was assigned as gatekeeper, and after the cattle were accounted for and claimed by the owners, the gate was locked.

  Horses for the guards were always on hand. He further states that the first break in this fort wall was made near the northeast corner by Thomas Fuller, who used the rocks to wall up a ditch which passed in front of his mother, Mrs. Sarah Scoville's, place, which was opposite on the north side of the street.

General Daniel H. Wells and their escort visited Mount Pleasant on June 19th and gave the people timely advice in regards to protecting themselves against the Indians.

The minutemen were often called to scout about without finding the enemies. The country was sparsely settled, the raids day and night of so frequent occurrence, the scanty crops must be harvested, the wood must be hauled, and other preparations for winter be made, so that it was impossible for men to attend to their farms and stock and other duties, and fight the Indians day and night without some assistance.

Previous to this, Colonel O. H. Irish had called on General Doty asking for Military assistance from Fort Douglas, but had been informed by the commander at the fort that the settlers must take care of themselves.

The people of Salt Lake and Utah Counties, learning the real condition with their friends in the south, made preparations for the re-enforcing of the military power. A little later Captain P. W. Conover, with fifty men from Utah County, reported to General Snow for orders. Colonel Heber P. Kimball, having a company of fifty men from Salt Lake County, reached Manti. Colonel E. B. Page took command of the forces under Captain" Conover, and with such an additional force, the citizens felt secure and proceeded to their daily duties in comparative safety. The Indians kept away from the troops but managed to continue their depredations.

June 20th, 1866, Indians under Chief Black Hawk made a raid on the stock of Scipio. During the skirmish Henry Wright and James R. Ivie, the father of Colonel J. L. Ivie were killed. It will be remembered that in 1859 James R. Ivie had been chosen at Ephraim as a leader for the company of pioneers who settled Mount Pleasant and that he faithfully filled that position until W. S. Seeley was chosen bishop of the colony. A short time after the killing of Mr. Ivie, a son of Ivie, in retaliation for the killing of his father, killed a friendly Indian. This enraged the Indians and they entered more vigorously into the bloody work of massacre among the white settlers.his father killed a friendly Indian. This enraged the Indians and they entered more vigorously into the bloody work of massacre among the white settlers.

Captain Kimball's company, under command of Captain A. P. Dewey, was stationed at Thistle Valley. Sunday, June 24th, Captain Dewey sent out two companies of scouts, four in each company, one company going north and the other south. Two of those who were going south had stopped at the warm springs on the west side of the valley. The members of the camp were not aware that Indians were at that time scattered through the cedars and ravines surrounding the camp. However, Horner Roberts and John Hambleton, being at the spring, saw them. Roberts succeeded in evading the Indians and took the report to Mount Pleasant and Fairview. Charles Brown, of Draper, and a companion who were in the cedars, also seeing the Indians, made their way towards camp. Brown was shot in the back and, upon falling, the Indians shot him with arrows. Some of the company at camp, seeing him fall, rushed out and brought him to camp where he expired. The Indians immediately surrounded the camp, which consisted of six baggage wagons that had been placed along with a wall of wood built around the camp for their protection. This enabled the company to keep out of sight of the Indians. However, the Indians shot into the camp, wounding Thomas Snaar of Salt Lake City. When the news of the attack reached Mount Pleasant, Colonel John L. Ivie and his company were in Pleasant Creek Canyon. At about 2 p. m., upon hearing three shots fired followed by five more, which they knew to be a signal, immediately left the stock they were helping to gather and rode down to the mouth of the canyon about four miles east of Mount Pleasant, where the message was delivered to them. They were ordered to get to the scene as quickly as their horses could carry them.

A cavalry consisting of about eighteen or twenty men, including Colonel Ivie, George Tucker, Orange Seely, R. N. Bennett (Dolph), Martin Aldrich, Aaron Oman, Niels Madsen, and Peter Fredricksen started with great speed for Dewey's camp, at Fairview, others joined them.

They arrived in Thistle Valley about one hour before sundown, just in time to save the whole camp from being massacred. After a hard skirmish, the company succeeded in routing the Indians. Some Indians were killed and many wounded as they fled into the mountains; the Indians, as was their custom, took their dead and wounded with them. A chase was taken up; after following them to Soldiers Summit at the head of Spanish Fork Canyon, the Indians resorted to their old tactics, that of separating and going in all directions, and the men were compelled to return. During the skirmish in Thistle Valley, Orange Seely and Dolph Bennett, seeing an Indian leave his horse and sneak into the wash towards camp, captured the horse, saddle, bridle, a buckskin jacket, and a long lasso rope. Seely kept the horse for some time as a trophy of war. All horses, excepting five or six head of saddle horses, were missing. These were hitched by the rescuing party to the wagons and the camp was moved to a more protected location, where Indianola now stands. The body of Charles Brown was taken to Mount Pleasant for burial.

R. N. Bennett made the following statement concerning the attack: "June 24, 1866, Black Hawk warriors attacked Captain Peter Dewey's company at Thistle Valley, killing one man, Charles Brown, of Draper, and wounding Thomas Snaar, and driving off twenty or more head of horses. John L. Ivie, Orange Seely, George Tucker, myself, and others went to recover the horses. We followed Black Hawk and his band nearly to the head of Spanish Fork River, going a distance of about forty or fifty miles, then following down the Spanish Fork River, to about where Thistle Junction now is. During this engagement, three or four Indians were killed, and a number wounded."

Three days after the attack on Captain Dewey's camp, the red skins raided Spanish Fork and killed John Edmonston, of Manti, wounded another man, and drove away the stock. Settlers of Spanish Fork and Springville combined their forces and pursued the Indians up the canyon as far as they dared, securing most of the cattle. The Indians continued on into Sanpete, then into Sevier County, and caught the unprotected points as places for attacks. They kept on the mountain when near Manti, or in the vicinity of the troops, thus avoiding engagements. About July 1st, 1866, General Y. Kimball Wells, obeying the instructions of President Brigham Young, issued an order for the abandonment of the settlements in Piute County, and the colonists moved to Sanpete County, most of them located at Ephraim.

July 12th, Captain Bigler, with sixty men from Davis County, reached Manti, relieving the troops from Salt Lake County. Though new men soon had an opportunity for a conflict with the savages, for on the 27th, the Indians made a night raid on the cattle of Ephraim and Manti, driving away about 150 head of cattle. General Snow and Captain Bigler, with their commands, pursued the thieves into Castle Valley, but did not succeed in recovering the cattle, nor were they able to capture any Indians. This successful raid no doubt gave the Red Men enough beef for the winter. Few people had trouble with the Indians until the following spring. They managed to keep at a safe distance from the troops, enjoying the fruit of their many raids during the summer, and making their plans for the spring.

R. N. Bennett states: "About September 1866, the Black Hawk Indians drove off a herd of cattle, John L. Ivie, Orange Seely, myself and others, were with the company that followed them over the mountains east of Ephraim, via Joe's Valley, from there down Cotton Wood Canyon, on to Huntington River, where the town of Lawrence now stands, a distance of about seventy five miles. Then we came back to the Cotton Wood River, and then, camped and patrolled the valley two days, searching for Indians. We were gone from home about ten days."
 Taken from History of Mt. Pleasant by Hilda Madsen Longsdorf pp 110-115

Friday, November 5, 2021

COALBED MEMORIES IN WORD AND PICTURE 1854-1983

The following post comes from the year 1983 when 
Wales Utah celebrated its 125th birthday.
When an American Indian gave Brigham Young a large lump of coal,
Brigham Young then called for those who might know-how
to dig for coal.  Two Welsh men stepped forward and were guided to
the place where the coal could be found.
This is how Wales, Utah was established. 
Each year on the 11th of June the residents of Wales
celebrate "Welsh Days".
This booklet was given to us to share by the Mt. Pleasant Pyramid.