Showing posts with label Mormon Battalion. Show all posts
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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

Friday, November 19, 2021

The Witchery of Sanpete Words ~~~ by Dorothy Jacobs Buchanan

THE WITCHERY OF WORDS

 Dorothy Jacobs Buchanan Richfield,
 Utah Professional Division Second Place Historical Essay 

During my lifetime, I have always been attracted by words—the wonder of words, the excitement, the impact and possessiveness of words, the pure witchery of words, which Mr. Webster defines as "irresistible fascination." 

My favorite quotation on words is from Lafcadio Hearn, a Japanese-American journalist, and author, as follows: "For me, words have color, form, character; they have tints, tone, personalities* I am affected by the whisperings of words, the eccentricities, the weeping and raging, and rioting of words, the rustling of the procession of letters, the tenderness or hardness, the dryness or juiciness of words—the interchange of values in the gold, the silver, the brass and copper of words."


I am ever grateful for my "Sanpete Words," the words of home, the impressionable words of my youth. Of necessity, I have space to discuss only a few of these words of mine. There are many that could be mentioned. The words I shall speak of here bring clearly defined pictures and impressions to my mind, some amusing, others soothing and gratifying, a few disturbing but tender. I am partial to the catch-in-the-throat words like Hilltop, Horseshoe, Horse Heaven, Fiddlers' Green, and Ras Andersons. Hilltop is a place where the panoramic view appears before us with an impact, especially when traveling southward from Spanish Fork Canyon. Suddenly, the white and blue crest appears above the hill, then in another second, it emerges in its entirety, a resplendent and comforting guardian to most of our North Sanpete valley. When passing at that point, I usually leave my car and take time to view that always stirring and familiar scene.

 This quotation comes to me: 14 "I am the master of all I survey. My right there is none to dispute." The words Horse Heaven seem to whisper to me of some magic sanctuary, a haven of peace and quietude. I have never knowingly seen it, but my mother often spoke fondly of it, which captured my fancy. A scenic spot situated in the east mountains not far from Mt. Pleasant, it was a favorite spot for young people and families to visit and enjoy in past years. Sometimes the trip was made on horseback, but when a picnic was planned, or berries were to be picked, the group usually went in a horse-pulled wagon. Here is an entry made in my mother's diary, dated September 8, 1898: "Today the boys invited us to go berry picking, so eight of us went up to Horse Heaven where we had a nice time. We sang songs, ate melons, grapes, and berries. Then we decorated our wagon with the golden leaves of autumn and started home." 

Fiddlers' Green conjures up a rustling of words—a large lumber dance hall in Moroni. It was easy to reach by horse and buggy, or the new cars that were becoming numerous in the early '20s. The picnic goodies were spread on large wooden tables in a splendid array. Everyone circulated and visited. There was a lot of wholesome laughter. Dance at night ended the festivities.

 I must mention another summer retreat, that of Ras Anderson's. It was a small pond of water surrounded by tall trees. The whole thing is done in bright emerald green in my memory, probably because of the shimmering water that reflected the trees and foliage in sunlight and shadow. A worn sign near the gate announced the name as being "Rainbow Fishery," but to us, it was always Ras Anderson's* I think many of the Mt. Pleasant youth learned to swim in that pond. Two worn, mossy boats were tied up near the shoreline for the purpose of fishing for Rainbow trout. I remember our class going there for a glorious outing on the last day of school. We journeyed down Shady Lane, west of town, amidst a combination of odors—wild roses, intermingled with fresh meadow grass, shiny new green willows that flourished along the stream, plus the usual dust of the road which we did not seem to mind. We sat on the back of a lumbering hay rack and dangled our legs, completely oblivious to the woes of the world. 

Leaving place names, I'd like to mention just three people's names that stir me and are written indelibly in my memory book. Some names are strikingly euphonious, which thought brings to my mind the names of two men—Caratat and Conderset. I have often wondered where their parents found those unusual names. Caratat Rowe, a member of the Mormon Battalion, settled in Mt. Pleasant in or before 1861. He later moved to Mountainville. Conderset was his son. These men were true pioneers who blazed trails, grubbed brush, fought Indians, lived ingeniously, and literally chopped and dug their way to a stable form of living. 

They were often in the company of Peter Gottfredson, a young man who was not afraid to involve himself in the struggle for survival that was necessary for those days of beginnings. He took everything in his stride and many of his experiences seemed stranger than fiction. I think most of us are familiar with Peter Gottfredson's book that he edited and compiled, entitled Indian Depredations in Utah. It is a priceless gift to us; it relates incidents and information that existed in the early years of settlement, largely from first-hand experience or primary sources. Many people had the experiences, but so few of them wrote them down or kept any kind of records. In his introduction to Depredations. Peter Gottfredson said: "I had a companion by the name of Conderset Rowe who could talk the Indian language nearly as well as the Indians themselves. It seemed that he enjoyed the companionship of the Indians as much as he did the whites, which drew me into their company more than I otherwise would have done." 

Because he was a Black Hawk Indian War veteran, Peter Gottfredson was able to spend time in the Soldiers' Home in Sawtelle, California. While there, he decided to write his autobiography for his family. This included a valuable account of his pioneer experiences while living in Sanpete and Sevier Counties. Amazingly, 15 he typed his manuscript laboriously on half sheets of type paper and bound it into a good size book representing hundreds of hours of work. I have been fortunate to read that book, owing to the kindness of Mrs, Adele Jensen, his daughter, who resided in Richfield, I should like to add one word from this Gottfredson book to my list of fascinating words. 

It is a coined word, completely original, and yet imbued with character to fit the situation. It challenges one's imagination. This is the quotation: "In a few days, I was sent over to the Sanpitch River to herd sheep with Cataret Rowe. When it was time to put in the grain, I quit herding and went grubbing and burning brush for Oscar Winters. We camped in a field about three miles from Mt. Pleasant. Our food was mostly, as we called it 'Guttamagrowly. It consisted of hard bread cooked in bacon grease and water. I had an appetite like a wolf and could eat anything I could get and all I could get of it." 

The words and connotations I have chosen continue to be of rewarding interest to me. They are meaningful, nostalgic, and glow with life. They strengthen my appreciation for their "irresistible fascination, "—the Witchery of Sanpete Words.

 1 Lafcadio Hearn by Elizabeth Stevenson.
 2William Cowper. DR. CHARLES H. BIRD, EARLY D











 

Thursday, February 11, 2021

JAMES CALVIN SLY

 This History is taken from the book "The Family History of William Bristol, Ane Marie Sophie Clausen, Joseph Cambron, and their Descendants ...... Written by Pat L. Sagers. 


James C. Sly was a Mormon pioneer, member of the Mormon Battalion in the Mexican–American War, scout for early west trails used during the California gold rush, journal keeper in 1848 and 1849, early US western settler of several communities, and Mormon missionary to Canada. Wikipedia
BornAugust 8, 1807
DiedAugust 31, 1864



Thursday, April 21, 2016

Mormon Battalion

From Wikipedia, the free encyclopedia

"Mormon Battalion Monument" by Edward J. FraughtonPresidio Park,San Diego, California
The Mormon Battalion, the only religiously based unit in United Statesmilitary history,[1] served from July 1846 to July 1847 during the Mexican–American War of 1846–1848. The battalion was a volunteer unit of between 534[2][3] and 559[4] Latter-day Saints men led by Mormon company officers, commanded by regular U.S. Army officers. During its service, the battalion made a grueling march of nearly 2,000 miles from Council Bluffs, Iowa, to San Diego.
The battalion’s march and service supported the eventual cession of much of the American Southwest from Mexico to the United States, especially theGadsden Purchase of 1853 of southern Arizona and New Mexico. The march also opened a southern wagon route to California. Veterans of the battalion played significant roles in America's westward expansion in California, Utah, Arizona and other parts of the West.

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