John Willard Young (1844 - 1924) Profile

John Willard Young (1844 - 1924)

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British Mission history, 1841-1971, Church History Library

British Mission history, 1841-1971, Church History Library, Page 7.

British Mission history, 1841-1971, Church History Library.

Index to the British Mission history, 1841-1971, Church History Library

Index to the British Mission history, 1841-1971, Church History Library.

John W. Young, "Valedictory," Latter-day Saints' Millennial Star 29, no. 27 (6 July 1867): 426-27

John W. Young, "Valedictory," Latter-day Saints' Millennial Star 29, no. 27 (6 July 1867): 426-27.

Missionary Department missionary registers, 1860-1959

Missionary Department missionary registers, 1860-1959, Vol. 1, Page 5, Line 195.

Missionary Department missionary registers, 1860-1959, Vol. 1, Page 8, Line 313.

Missionary Department missionary registers, 1860-1959.

Missionary Department missionary registers, 1860-1959, Vol. 2, Page 5, Line 195.

Missionary Department missionary registers, 1860-1959, Vol. 2, Page 8, Line 313.

Fox, Ruth May, "From England to Salt Lake Valley in 1867," Improvement Era

Fox, Ruth May, "From England to Salt Lake Valley in 1867," Improvement Era, July 1935, Vol. 38, Page 406-409.

In July, 1867, we started for North Platte, which was then the terminal of the railroad and the outfitting place for those who were going West. It took us nine days to reach our destination. Emigrant trains did not travel very fast in those days; then, too, they were switched off on every possible occasion. We had to change trains at Niagara Falls and to our delight had a few hours stay near that awe-inspiring torrent which is forever dashing over the brink to the foaming depths below.	
One night we spent on a cattle boat sailing up the Missouri river. The cattle, judging from their bellowing, seemed not to enjoy our company any better than we enjoyed theirs.	
Arriving at North Platte, which was then a little railroad town, we found that the company would be delayed one month. This situation was a serious one; every day meant loss of time and means. Several excuses were given for the delay. One was that some of the brethren were in the east on business. They had been detained, and must return to the Valley with this company. Another was that the Indians had burned a train-load of provisions and more supplies must be purchased. Still another was that here was fine grazing and the cattle must start out in good condition.	
Meanwhile, there we were with our trunks and traps. The full quota of wagons had not yet been purchased and the housing of men, women, and children was a real problem. Finally the railroad people tendered us the use of a great barn of a building which happened to be empty, and there we set up some kind of housekeeping for the coming weeks.	
At night we made our beds on the floor, and with gratitude let me say, we could hang up a protection from wandering eyes. My father, after deducting other expenses, found that he had only money enough to buy one yoke of cattle and two yoke were necessary to pull the heavily loaded wagons across the rough way.	
It so happened that a certain brother had a wagon and one yoke of cattle, so the bargain was made that father join his cattle to this outfit and drive all the way for his share in the wagon. The owner of the outfit had a wife and seven children. Our little family consisted of five, as father was bringing a little girl across the plains to join her relatives in Salt Lake City. So you see there were fourteen persons with all their worldly possessions in that one wagon. The owners of the wagon used it for a sleeping apartment and my father bought a small tent, just large enough for the five of us to lie down in side by side like sardines in a can. This we unstrapped every night and fastened again to the wagon each morning.	
Imagine if you can these would-be drivers, who had, perhaps, never seen a Texas steer before, go though the procedure for the first time of yoking their cattle. Truly no rodeo could match the scene. The men had to be instructed in this art and some did not learn very quickly. The same was true of the use of firearms. Every man was supposed to have his own gun and ammunition though he had never fired a shot in his life.	
Indeed there were many things for an immigrant to learn. He must be willing to understand and accept the discipline of the camp, become used to having his flour, potatoes and bacon measured out to him each day according to the number in his family.	
The captain of a company must be a real dictator. What he says must go. One crack of his or his assistant's whip on the tent or wagon cover meant "Get up quickly!" which we did and made hurried preparation to start. So now everything is in readiness, the command is given and our sixty wagons—fifty of them belonging to Scandinavian Saints—are on the way, and we could sing:
<center>"Westward, Ho" "We've left the realms of Babylon and crossed the mighty seas; We've left the good old ship where we walked about at ease. 	and now's the time for starting boys, we'll jog on if you please. So get up; my lads, Gee whoa! Push on my lads. Heigh Ho! For there's none can lead a life like we merry Mormons do"</center>
Other than one birth and an accidental death by a bullet when men were shooting sage-hens, our journey across the plains seems to have been rather lacking in perilous adventure but was always interesting.	
We camped once more where there were trees and water. I do not remember the name of the place, but I do remember this incident: It was quite late at night when one of the brethren thought he could hear someone stealthily moving among the bushes. You must know that everyone was a little watchful of Indians. So this brother took out his pistol and three times he gave the warning, "Speak or I'll shoot! Speak or I'll shoot! Speak or I'll shoot!" and then off went the gun. This, however, caused some merriment as it was discovered later—that it was merely the wind playing with the leaves.	
After we left civilization the first place we came to was Julesburt, which was nothing more than a trading post but at least it broke the monotony of the journey.	
One of the diversions of the plains was picking up buffalo chips for fuel. This task fell to the women and girls who wore aprons in which to gather and carry them. Once in a while a few Indians would come into camp when we were eating and offer to barter trinkets for food.	
One day we had an Indian scare. Someone thought he saw a few Indians on the hills not far away. Every man was ordered to take out his gun and carry it on his left shoulder as he drove, with his right hand. This, too, proved to be a false alarm. I think there was no dancing in our company. Occasionally we were called to evening prayer with the tune of "Do What is Right," played from a bugle in the hands of Brother Stephen Hales.	
The Platte is a very winding river so we crossed it many times without much inconvenience, as the Scandinavian brothers would take us girls on their backs and carry us across the stream. Sometimes the distance traveled would be only eight miles a day because of heavy sandy roads. One night we pitched our tent in this sand when lo the wind blew and the rain descended and beat upon that tent and great was the fall thereof. Mother was hurried to the wagon of a friend and we girls held up the tent while father tried to drive in the pins, which was an almost hopeless task. This situation gave us sympathy for the man of Bible fame, but after all, situations are just the way you take them. If we had thought shower baths instead of cold rain running down our backs and arms the occasion would have been a delightful one. However, as we trudged along the next day we sang lustily:
<center>"We may get wet a little when we have a shower of rain, The heat may skin our noses, but they'll soon get well again. And when we think of Zion's land, we'll forget the wet and pain So, Gee up! My lads, Gee whoa! Push on my lads, Heigh Ho! For there's none can lead a life like we merry Mormons do."</center>
We had not completed one-half of our journey, when we discovered a shortness of food in camp, but it happened that a government post, I think it was named Fort Platte, had been ordered to evacuate. So we were able to buy some supplies from the soldiers.	
One has to be accustomed to the western air and atmosphere before he really can have any idea of distances. In our camp was a man named San Givans who had crossed the plains many times. Walking along by his side one day as we were coming in view of Scot's Bluffs, I asked how long before we would reach them. His answer was, "Oh, two or three hours." But to my astonishment it took us one day and a half before we passed through the openings between those bluffs.	
Fort Laramie was another place where some needed supplies could be bought, and oh, what a joy it was when we discovered wild berries and ground cherries growing there! Now we were going into the Rocky Mountain region, and I remember that once at least we had to descend a hill so steep the cattle had to be unhooked and the wagons let down by ropes and manpower. Chimney Rock and Independence Rock had both contributed to our recreational activity but no one but those who have walked over prairies and deserts for days, where water is so scarce that the creeks were reduced to little puddles of alkali water, can imagine the beauty and glory of a river. On the Sweetwater we rested, washed our clothing, went in bathing, and had a real jollification.	
On one of these few and far between occasions, father being very tired, having walked every step of the way; after he had unyoked his cattle, threw himself on the ground to rest when one of the brethren came along and asked, "Well, Brother May, how are you today?" Father answered quickly, "Oh! There isn't much the matter—I have a sick wife, two sore heels and two dummies, that's all."	
I was one of the dummies.	
At South Pass we had a snowstorm which delayed us two or three days and made the road very muddy for pedestrians and hard for the cattle to pull their loads as part of the way was up hill.	
When we were out of the Indian country Brigham Young, Jr., and his brother John W., and the other brethren who were returning from business trips or missions left us for their homes in Utah as they could travel much more quickly with their horses and carriages; and they were asked to report that provision were again becoming scarce. As a result we were met at Coalville by Brother Samuel Hill who had been sent by President Brigham Young with a load of potatoes and other edibles enough to last until we reached Salt Lake. As we passed through Wanship I noticed a man standing in the doorway of a rock cabin. As he stood there he seemed to be as high as the roof, but nevertheless his dwelling looked good to me for I said: "That is not much to wish for, father, but I wish we had a place as good as that to get into." This incident shows that my ambitions for a home were not very exalted.	
At Echo Canyon we were joined by a couple of boys whose home was in Goshen. These lads offered to ride us girls through this rugged freak of nature, so lickety split we came down the narrow defile expecting every minute to be thrown from the rickety old light wagon and killed. This afforded great sport for the boys who knew no fear of the canyon and saw no dangers, but to emigrants who had never seen such a sight it was breath-taking to say the least.	
Our last pull was through Parley's and up to the top of the hill. This was accomplished at twilight and here we got our first glimpse of the little city of Salt Lake.	
I have to admit some disappointment as I exclaimed: "Oh, have we come all this way for that?" We continued on to the campground that night. Next morning was the Sabbath.	
The sky was blue and radiant. The valley fair and the grand old mountains proudly guarded the home of the prophets. The family took a bath in a wash basin, put on our best clothes and went to the tabernacle services. My dreams came true and all was well in Zion.

Transcript for Fox, Ruth May, "From England to Salt Lake Valley in 1867," Improvement Era, July 1935, 408-9, 450

Fox, Ruth May, "From England to Salt Lake Valley in 1867," Improvement Era.

Hansen, Jens, Diary, in Geneva Frost Gilbert, comp., Our Danish Heritage and Our Temple Work on the Peter Frost Family, 1899

Hansen, Jens, Diary, in Geneva Frost Gilbert, comp., Our Danish Heritage and Our Temple Work on the Peter Frost Family, 1899, June 1987.

Tuesday 9th 	We arrived in Quincy and went by river to Detroit. In the afternoon at 6PM we went by railroad and stopped quite often.
Wednesday 10th We were riding all day and saw Lake Michigan and reached Chicago in the evening at 10PM. The train stopped all night.
Thursday 11th We left Chicago and reached St. Joseph. Here we went onboard [on board] a steamboat which took us to Omaha. We stayed here a couple of days and talked to some acquaintances. I bought a stove and a tent and several other small articles. We then went by railroad to North-Platte; here we stayed for some time, making preparation for our trip through the desert.
I received a letter from my family at home. Everything was fine. Encl[osed]. was $40. I worked here and earned some money and this helped me with my trip. Our company consisted of wagons, each drawn by four oxen. In our company was Brigham Young jr. and two of his brothers and several brethren from the valley. Shortly after commencing the trip we were organized into five companies, each with 10 wagons. Heel [Archibald Newell Hill] was captain for the first. Chr[istian]. C. Christensen [Christiansen] for the 2nd. A[nders]. Nielsen for the third. I for the fourth and August Olsen for the fifth. F[rederick]. [C.] Sorensen was Scout Captain and the leader of the company was brother Rich [Leonard Gurley Rice]. We passed Juelsborg where I bought an additional wagon as I was afraid that the one we had could not carry our whole load.
In my wagon was Hans Hansen from Langeland and his wife and her sister and Maren K. Pedersen; we divided our four oxen between the two wagons. Brother Hans Hansen, his wife and sister traveled in one of the wagons and I and sister M.K. Pedersen in my wagon. This made our trip more convenient. After some days we reached the old road which I knew well as I had been that way twice before, and had already recorded the travel through the desert before in my life; but this trip was the most pleasant, as I was in good health and felt a peace inside, and felt assured that the Lord was satisfied with my mission. I felt a joy thinking about my loving family who I soon was going to see again, after being separated from them two years. We arrived in Great Salt Lake City 5th Oct.

Transcript for Hansen, Jens, Diary, in Geneva Frost Gilbert, comp., Our Danish Heritage and Our Temple Work on the Peter Frost Family, 1899-June 1987 [1988], 54

Hansen, Jens, Diary, in Geneva Frost Gilbert, comp., Our Danish Heritage and Our Temple Work on the Peter Frost Family, 1899.

"Meeting Held to Plan Rites for Pioneer," Salt Lake Telegram

"Meeting Held to Plan Rites for Pioneer," Salt Lake Telegram, February 12, 1924.

"Meeting Held to Plan Rites for Pioneer," Salt Lake Telegram.

MS 14290: Camp of Israel schedules and reports, 1845-1849

First 100, report, June 1848.

MS 14290: Camp of Israel schedules and reports, 1845-1849.

William Gibson journals and notebooks, circa 1841-1890

William Gibson journals and notebooks, circa 1841-1890, Vol. 2,3.

We had a very pleasant passage to New York then went by Steamer to A[l]bany then took the Cars to the fitting out place <s>with</s> which this year was North Platt[e] Station about two hundred miles farther on from Omaha[;] here we had to wait one month for teams waggens &amp; provisions While waiting here Br &amp; Sister [Brigham] Young [Jr,] John W Young[,] Oscar Young &amp; some others came up to us &amp; journeyed with us to Utah &amp; Br Warren was appointed to purchase the provisions &amp; they were very bad &amp; scant too the flour could not be used till passed through a sieve &amp; then we would take maggots out on each bag of it[;] appeared to be some old flour that he had bought cheap such a man could not stand long &amp; after we came to Utah he appostatised &amp; was cut off the Church[.] Br Brigham did the best he could for us on the way buying us good provisions whenever he could get a chance at any Soldiers fort or Camp we passed on the Way. there was a number of poor Saints who had not Means to buy teames &amp; waggons of their own &amp; for them was purchased two Ox teams &amp; two Waggons &amp; Br Stephen Hale &amp; I were called upon to drive them while David [Gibson] who was a good teamster though Deaf was called to drive one filled with merchandise for Brigham with he did for about 8 hundred Miles to Salt Lake City Thus I had the honour for it was one to drive I may say the last Ox team that ever crossed the Plains with the poor Saints. . .



I had a severe pain in my left side before I left England while attenting to &amp; nursing Br Brigham Kimball &amp; it was often very bad now but there was no use in grunting about it so I had just to grin &amp; bear it. I had got Henrietta [McKay] a passage in a mule team belonging to the Company. She went on it about half of the way but not liking the familiarity that the owner wished to make with her she left it &amp; traveled with the poor Saints in my ox team the rest of the way &amp; then jeered at by him &amp; some others that she &lt;was&gt; going to become the old mans wife when the[y] got to the Valley she told them that she was not a Mormon &amp; did not believe in Polygamy that she Loved me as a Father but if she was going to Choose a Husband old as I was she would rather &lt;choose&gt; me than a Dozen of such things in points as she saw arrond [around] her I may say here that she joined the Church when she came to Utah &amp; was married to a good young Man in the Church



We met with some snow storms before we got in &amp; a brother in Wales waggon died from cold[.] I got in to Salt Lake City Saturday night at 10 oClock[.] I think Conference was next day &amp; on the Second day of Conference I was called with quite a number of others to take another Mission to the Muddy in Arizona four hundred miles South of Salt Lake City[.] David came on with me but we were with much fatigued &amp; my side was very bad

Transcript for William Gibson journals and notebooks, circa 1841-1890, vol. 2, 73-74 and vol. 3, 198

William Gibson journals and notebooks, circa 1841-1890.

Young, Brigham, Jr., Journal

Young, Brigham, Jr., Journal, November 1866, Vol. 8.

Sunday [Aug] 11
th
 Rolled out a mile or two this evening[.] The Commander of the troops stationed here offered to protect us if we were afraid of an attack from the Indians. I told him we were obliged and that we would not fail to Call if we 
needed
 his assistance. Our Camp was formed on Platt[e] river.
Monday Aug 12th Bright and early Camp was broken up, and we were soon in marching order. L.G. Rice Capt. N.H. Felt Chaplain similar officers were also appointed for the Danes. 
Tuesday 13th All is peace in our Camp. At noon one Danish brother was run over and his leg broken, he is doing well. The Limb having been properly set. 
Wednesday Aug 14th [18]67 Usual routine of getting up early and Camping at noon[,] resuming our journey at 3 p.m.[,] and Camping again at 6 or 7 p.m.
Thursday 15th Through Car[e]less shooting one of the Danish<s>ing</s> brethren shot above the eye, the ball penetrating to the brain, so that some of it ran out. We administered to him but dare move the ball as the brains would immediately follow. He unsible and I felt to say in the name of the Lord he should recover. Some sickness in Camp, but the people feel well. 
Friday 16th 67. The Indians attempted to take our stock[.] they did not fire, and so are resured ours, and they went away. We were Camped at Big springs where J. Streeper lost his mules several weeks since[.] Arrived near Julesburg and Camped. 
Saturday 17th Telegraphed Father, "all well." visited the town of Julesburg and succeeded in getting provisions for the remainder of the people. Our wounded men are doing well, Better health in camp. 
Sunday 18 Aug/67 Remained <s>here</s> encamped near Julesburg. Weather very pleasant. 
Monday 19th Towards night moved out and made our Camp above Julesburg. The soldiers were inclined to stope us and enquire into our organization, but we soon Convinced them that we were Capable of protecting ourselves. We have [-] commenced our journey up Pole Creek. 
Tuesday 20th made about 6 or 7 miles having given out provisions. About 10 p.m. The man who was shot died against my faith. and that of several others. 
Wednesday 21st /67 Buried the Danish brother who died &lt;from a gunshot wound.&gt; I made a few remarks expressive of my feelings in relation to the accident. My faith has been that he would live, but I feel to acknowledge the hand of the Lord in all things. Continued our journey up Pole Creek. We hear that Br[i]gham W. Kimball is dead. 
Thursday 22 Continued our Journey, and crossed Pole Creek and the R.R. track about 3 a.m. above Julesburg. Stopped at 7 p.m. about Seven Miles from Water. 
Friday 23rd Left our Camp ground at 2 a.m. and reached mud springs at 8 a.m. The cattle walking nearly as fast as the horses; we have traveled 27 miles without water and have suffered but little for that necessary article. Here the soldiers who were stationed to protect travelers tried to sell us Government mules with U.S. on and not vented, and when we would not buy them they wished us to say nothing about it to the officers.
Saturday Aug. 24th 67 our Camp was near Court house Rock, or Butte. It rained tirrifically <s>and</s> and entirely quinced a pra[i]rie fire which threatened to destroy our[.] I was introduced to several of the officers. Called at Mr. Bullocks house. 
Saturday 31st/67 Continued our journey. Camped on the river, Passed through Considerable sand. 
Sunday Sept. 1th/67 Camped on Horse shoe. Here we turned <s>off</s> out of camp one Dutchman who bought grain of the soldiers, then they got drunk and one when threatened fired four shots into our Camp the balls striking three wagons and barely missing John W. &amp; myself at whom he fired. We did not return the fire thou Sorely tempted to kill the rascal. One of the balls Came within three inches of going through two of our sisters Haight &amp; Tellery. The soldier was arrested, but nothing done about it.
Monday Sept. 2nd/67 Continued our journey without accident. Camped on one of the small streams which cross the road. Water scarce. 
Tuesday 3rd To day one of the brethrens oxen died, the first we have lost out of the train. Water scarce again. Have met several freight trains Jour[n]ey to &amp; from Fort Phil. Kearney teamsters report the Indians bad near that Fort. Saw fresh Indian sign where we camped. 
<s>Tuesday</s>Wednesday Sept. 4th/67 We made about twenty miles yesterday. &amp; moved &lt;to day&gt; 2[.] stopped for noon, water scarce. Met a man who says there are plenty of Indians in the neighborhood. but in small bands. Telegraph station at Platt[e] Bridge where I shall telegraph for Flour to be sent to Green river. We learn that there are no troops at Sweet Water, Camped near Box Elder on a small, stream. Indians sign is plenty on the road and in the hollows. Killed several chickens plenty of deer sign. 
<s>Wednesday</s> Thursday Sept. 5th/67 Rolled out to Box Elder, where we saw James McDonalds grave buried May 17, 1864. More Indian tracks, nooned <s>on Platt river</s> where the road first approaches Platt river, all well in camp no more cattle have died. 
Reached Platt Bridge where we obtained 2000 lbs. flour and 700 of bacon for the Company, which obviated the necessity of telegraphing home for supplies. Rolled out and at Independence Rock 10 of the mule<s>s</s> &amp; horse teams left the ox train. When on the Rocky Ridges we encountered a very heavy Storm which nearly used up man &amp; beast. This occured about the 15 inst. Took Coach at Millersville[.] Mms. G. &amp; John W. accompanied me. Arrived at Salt Lake on the 23rd inst. in safety. Our teams arrived on the evening of the 26 &amp; 27. in good order. Considering the trip past made. We were glad to greet our friends and were every where received with the greatest kindness. Father settled first draft &lt;of $1500&gt; J.W.G. &amp; B.G.J. Some two weeks since.

Transcript for Young, Brigham, Jr., Journal Nov. 1866-Dec. 1867, vol. 8, box 2, fd. 1

Young, Brigham, Jr., Journal.

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