Joseph Horne Jr. (1812 - 1897) Profile

Joseph Horne (1812 - 1897)

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CHL Journals

CHL Journals.

DESERET Evening News

Elder Joseph Horne Dead

"Elder Joseph Horne Dead", Deseret Evening News, May 27, 1897, Page 2.

DESERET Evening News.

Historical Department journal history of the Church, 1830-2008

Historical Department journal history of the Church, 1830-2008, November 26, 1848, Page 1.

Historical Department journal history of the Church, 1830-2008.

Mormon gold: the story of California's Mormon argonauts

Mormon gold: the story of California's Mormon argonauts. 1984.

Mormon gold: the story of California's Mormon argonauts.

Nauvoo Seventies List

Nauvoo Seventies List, Vol. 2, Page 207.

Nauvoo Seventies List.

Nauvoo Temple Endowment Register

Nauvoo Temple Endowment Register, Page 74.

Nauvoo Temple Endowment Register.

Cannon family historical treasury

Cannon family historical treasury. [Salt Lake City]: George Cannon Family Association, c1967 Salt Lake City : Publishers Press, 1967. Page 167-69.

In the spring of 1847, we took up the journey west. Vennie Kelly and I took turns in driving an ox team, as the young man who started to drive it went back.



We had lots of trials but the Lord made the back equal to the burden. When the teams began to give out, they doubled up. When I did not have to drive, I rode with George Q. He said, "Now, Annie, get your books and I will teach you." I said, "Oh, I have not time; it takes me all the time I get to fix my clothes," so I missed the best opportunity I ever had. I have been very sorry I missed learning, but I had to be humble and the Lord helped me because of my humility. I had to depend on my Father in Heaven; I realized I had no schooling.



In 1847 when we were on the plains, we traveled with two fifties together side by side for fear of Indians. Brother Hunter was captain of the hundred and of one fifty, and Brother Taylor of the other fifty. Brother Hunter went to Brother Taylor's tent and said, "Brother Taylor, the wind has blown dust on our boys for two weeks and they have almost smothered. We think we ought to change." "All right, Brother Hunter", said Brother Taylor, so we changed. After Brother Hunter went, Brother Taylor laughed and said, "The wind will soon change" and it changed the same day. They had a lot of fun over it.



One night we camped by an alkali spring and Uncle Taylor lost eleven oxen which died from drinking the water. We gathered buffalo chips to burn when we could not get wood. One forenoon some antelope came near. George Q. asked me to hand him his gun which was on the bed. I did not get it quick enough, and he snatched the muzzle of the gun and drew it toward him; as he did so, the gun went off and the bullet passed between him [his] arm and his body. During the journey a great many buffalo were killed. The meat was smoked and dried so it would keep. The fat was rendered down and molded into cakes, then packed in the grain which was carried in the beds of the wagons.



The buffalo came like an avalanche. You would think the world was coming to an end, there were so many. We thought they would stampede our cattle but they turned and crossed the river. We could get any amount of them to put up dry, so we had plenty of dried buffalo beef and tallow to do us. At times we could not get wood but we got buffalo chips instead.



About September 7 we met President Young and party near South Pass on the Sweet Water, returning from Salt Lake City. A beef was killed and a feast prepared under direction of Apostle Taylor and Bishop Hunter, followed by a dance. We had a fine time. The next morning the ground was covered with snow. The people felt very bad, as they thought they would be lost in the mountains. Uncle Taylor called the camp together and told them he would insure all their lives for $5 a head. The snow was all gone by noon, and so we traveled on. When we stopped we would wash and bake and rest as far as possible. We had prayer at the call of the bugle, and were as happy as if we had been traveling in luxury.



When we got to Little Mountain (divide leading down into Emigration Canyon), men were there getting out lumber. When we got to the mouth of the canyon, the men folks stopped to eat lunch before rolling into the Salt Lake valley. While they were eating, I picked some service berries and sat down by the creek to pick them over. While sitting there, I started to bleat like a sheep. The men and boys all started to run. One said, "I'll keep it if I catch it first." When they had gone as far as I thought they could hear me, I bleated again. They ran back to their dinner and saw me. They asked, "Was that you?" I laughed. It was the law then that if anybody left anything behind, the finder could keep it.



 



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Uncle Taylor rented a room of the old fort from some of the Mormon Battalion boys who got to the valley ahead of some of the pioneers. They build some houses in the pioneer fort and rented them to some of the folks that came later. We got into the fort on October 6, 1847.

Transcript for Ann Cannon Woodbury in Cannon Family Historical Treasury (1967), edited by Beatrice Cannon Evans and Janath Russell Cannon, 167-69

Cannon family historical treasury.

Joseph Horne Dead

"Joseph Horne Dead", Deseret Evening News, April 27, 1897, Page 2.

DESERET News

The Immigration

"The Immigration", Deseret News, July 23, 1862.

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A telegraphic dispatch to Prest. Young announced the arrival at Florence on the 16th inst., of Captains [John R.] Murdock and [Homer] Duncan with their trains from this city. Nothing to acknowledge has been heard from the other trains recently, but it is believed that the companies in charge of Captains [Joseph] Horne and [Ansel P.] Harmon were not far behind Captain Duncan. The other two companies in charge of Captains [Horton D.] Haight and [Henry W.] Miller had some difficulty in crossing the streams this side of the South Pass, and were some distance behind the other trains when they passed Laramie and may not yet have left the Missouri river on their return.



A storm is reported to have occurred in Florence, before the arrival there of the first train from the mountains in which two of the immigrants were killed, and a few others slightly injured.

Transcript for "The Immigration," Deseret News, 23 July 1862, 28

DESERET News.

DESERET Weekly

Pioneer Adversities

"Pioneer Adversities", Deseret Weekly, April 17, 1897, Page 28.

In the spring of 1847 we left winter quarters following the trail of the Pioneers with ox teams. We traveled in Bishop [Edward] Hunter's hundred, Joseph Horne's fifty and Archie Gardner's ten, all good kind leaders. Near the Pawnee village about 100 miles from Winter Quarters my oldest son Robert, five and a half years old, was kicked under the wagon by an ox and two wheels ran over him which caused his death. He lived till we traveled 500 miles, under great suffering, when he died and was buried. On the [Platte] river near Deer creek, near Fort Bridger, 100 miles from Salt Lake, William, my only son alive, fell out of the wagon and the two right wheels ran over both his ankles. I picked him up and called some Elders and administered to him and then we pounded some cedar berries and wrapped them around his ankles. He cried a little but in a few days he was as well as ever. While traveling along I picked up several dry buffalo bones and threw them under the wheels to try the weight of the wagon, but the wheels crushed them to powder, so I knew the power of God saved the boy for future usefulness. He has filled two honorable missions to New Zealand. On the evening of Oct. 1, 1847, we landed in Salt Lake valley and camped for the night, next day drove to the place called Old Fort now. Oh, how pleased I was for a little rest for I was nearly worn out.

Transcript for "Pioneer Adversities," Deseret Weekly, 17 April 1897

A Pioneer's Story

"A Pioneer's Story", Deseret Weekly, May 8, 1897, Page 22.

Through that winter we had a great deal of sickness in our family by scurvy, but no deaths; and in the spring of 1847 President Young counseled all who wished to cross the plains that year for the West to be sure and take provisions enough to last them eighteen months, and seed to sow and plant to raise a crop the next year.



My father acted according to that counsel, loaded his wagons and started and was among the first to land on the west bank of the Elk Horn river, which was about twenty-five miles from Winter Quarters. There we waited for further orders. As we were in a wild Indian country we had to move with some considerable caution[.] When the Saints had nearly all arrived, we were organized into companies of hundreds, fifties and tens. We were in Elder Taylor's company, and Bishop Hoagland's ten. Not being large enough to drive a team, and as father had some loose stock, I had to drive them. Bishop Hunter and myself drove the loose stock for the company most of the way, the Bishop riding a mare twenty-two years old.



I was baptized into the Church of Christ by Elder Taylor in the Platte river. We had some ups and downs crossing the plains but they did not try the people as they were tried in Illinois. Brother Joseph Horne was in our company, and also Brother Geo[rge]. Q. Cannon. I think the latter will remember a little pair of cows he drove in his team, which he called Jack and Gill.



We landed in Salt Lake Valley with that company in good order the first part of October, 1847, and we all went to work preparing for the winter.



 



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Transcript for Lawrence Robinson, "A Pioneer's Story," Deseret Weekly, 8 May 1897

DESERET Weekly.

Genealogical charts and biographical sketches of members of the L.D.S. Church, Ogden Stake

Flygare, Mary Johnson

"Flygare, Mary Johnson", KEEP Genealogical charts and biographical sketches of members of the L.D.S. Church, Ogden Stake, 11, Page 132.

I imigrated to America in April 1862, with my two sisters, leaving my father, mother, two sisters and a brother in Sweden. We crossed the ocean in a sailing vessel called The Elictric [Electric], it taking two months to cross. I celebrated my 16th birthday the day before we landed in New York, from which place we took the train to Omaha, which took us a week. After waiting in Omaha a month, we were met with oxen teams from Utah to convey us over the Desert, starting on July 24th. Bro. Horn was Captain of the company it taking three months for us to cross the plains. I walked every step of the way. We had some very pleasant times on our way, and all were happy at the prospects of coming to the land of Zion. We arrived in Salt Lake on Oct. 3rd.

Transcript for Flygare, Mary Johnson, Autobiographical sketch, in Genealogical Charts and Biographical Sketches of Members of the L.D.S. Church, Ogden Stake, 26 vols., 11:132

Genealogical charts and biographical sketches of members of the L.D.S. Church, Ogden Stake.

George J. Taylor papers, 1832-1909

Leonora Cannon Taylor, Diary, 1832, 1846-1847

"Leonora Cannon Taylor, Diary, 1832, 1846-1847", George J. Taylor papers, 1832-1909.

Transcript for Taylor, Leonora Cannon Taylor diaries, 1832 and 1846-1847, in George J. Taylor papers, 1832-1909

George J. Taylor papers, 1832-1909.

George Whitaker autobiography, undated

George Whitaker autobiography, undated, Page 31-37.

Transcript for George Whitaker autobiography, undated, 31-37

George Whitaker autobiography, undated.

Hale, Alma Helaman, Journal

Hale, Alma Helaman, Journal, May 1862.

Transcript for Hale, Alma Helaman, Journal, 1862 May-Oct

Hale, Alma Helaman, Journal.

Historical Department journal history of the Church, 1830-2008, June 21, 1847, Page 7.

History of Utah: in four volumes,  Salt Lake City, Utah: George Q. Cannon & Sons Co., Publishers, 1892

KEEP History of Utah: in four volumes,  Salt Lake City, Utah: George Q. Cannon & Sons Co., Publishers, 1892, Vol. 4, Page 91.

June 14, 1847, found her [Mary Isabella Hales Horne] and her family enrolled in Bishop Edward Hunter's company of one hundred wagons, on the way to Salt Lake Valley. Half these wagons were under the immediate command of her husband [Joseph Horne]. The family outfit consisted of two heavy vehicles, loaded with provisions, farming implements, seed grain, bedding, clothing, etc; also a light one-horse conveyance which Mrs. Horne drove. Only two incidents of note are mentioned by her in connection with the journey across the plains.



"One night," says she, "while we were on the Platte, hundreds of buffalo crossed the river, heading directly for the camp. The noise of the splashing in the water and the bellowing was terrible, and caused considerable commotion and anxiety, but when a few rods away they turned their course.



On another occasion, a band of Indians stopped the company and would not let us continue our journey until we had given them some provisions and other presents."



They arrived in Salt Lake Valley, October 6, 1847,. . .

Transcript for Orson F. Whitey, History of Utah: in Four Volumes, Volume 4 (Salt Lake City, Utah: George Q. Cannon & Sons Co., Publishers, 1904), 585

Whitney, Orson Ferguson, 1855-1931. History of Utah: in four volumes, Salt Lake City, Utah: George Q. Cannon & Sons Co., Publishers, 1892.

Horne family collection, 1872-1978

Horne, Richard Stephen, Notebook

"Horne, Richard Stephen, Notebook", Horne family collection, 1872-1978, Page 15-17.

The only incident worthy of note during our 1861 journey occurred sometime after we had left the Missouri river. Father was informed that a company of soldiers was camping not far from the place where we had designed to make our camp, so father decided that the best and safest course for us to pursue would be to continue our travel during the fore part of the night.
While thus traveling we came to a steep hollow. I was sitting in the front of my wagon when suddenly as we began to descend the hill my wagon tongue suddenly dropped to the ground.
This gave an impetus to the wagon which rushed upon my wheel team and caused me to slide off my seat. I had just taken hold of my brake lever to throw on the brake, so I was prevented from falling between the oxen and also from being run over by the wagon. I was hanging by my left hand while my back was against the front end of the wagon with my face towards the oxen. When the wagon struck one of the oxen (which by the way was across the tongue of the wagon) I was pressed between the wagon and the ox. When this animal had succeeded in crossing the &lt;wagon tongue&gt; and had gotten out of the way of the wagon it took another shoot and struck the second yoke of my oxen, and I was again squeezed between my wagon and the ox. As we neared the foot of the hill the wagon began to slow down and we were soon out of danger.
I bear testimony with all soberness that some unseen power protected me from what seemed instant death for I was not injured in the least degree by this accident, but was able to fix up my wagon tongue, get my team in shape and continue my journey. All this happened in the midst of total darkness. I was very happy to find myself uninjured.

Transcript for Horne, Richard Stephen, Notebook, reel 1, item 4, 15-17, in Horne family, Collection, 1872-1978

Horne family collection, 1872-1978.

Index to Utah pioneer biographies

Hill, William John, [Autobiography]

"Hill, William John, [Autobiography]", Index to Utah pioneer biographies, 32, Page 85.

<xhtml:p xmlns:its="http://www.w3.org/2005/11/its" xmlns:xhtml="http://www.w3.org/1999/xhtml">IN April 1861 I was called to go back with the church teams for emigrants. Joseph A. Young was in charge of the entire company with five hundred teams in all. They were divided into smaller companies with Joseph Horne in charge of the company in which I traveled. We had fifty-three wagons, fifty-four teamsters and four horse guards, also a hospital wagon. I had one yoke of oxen of my own and three of the church teams. We each carried a supply of food for ourselves and teams, beside cornmeal to trade with the Indians. Some of our provisions were left at each station to be picked up on the return trip as we would be loaded with emigrants and could not carry sufficient supplies extra for our return. We traveled through much snow going East but were able to cover ten miles a day, which was the required distance. On the return an epidemic of measles broke out and I contracted it. I was quite sick for three days and was assigned to drive the hospital wagon. We were five months and three days making the entire journey. </xhtml:p>

Transcript for Hill, William John, [Autobiography], in "Utah Pioneer Biographies," 44 vols., 32:85

Index to Utah pioneer biographies.

James Olsen autobiographical sketch, 1921

James Olsen autobiographical sketch, 1921, Page 4-5.

Well in 1861 the Church sent to Florence at Winter Quarters, formerly called[,] ox teams to bring the poor European Saints to Zion and I was called as one to drive team on that trip. There were eight called from Box Elder County, and so about April 15, we started out, our company consisted of teames from Box elder, Weber, and Davis, about 62 wagons in our train, presided over by Joseph Horn, from Salt Lake City. 
We left Salt Lake City about the twentieth of Apr. We went up Parl[e]ys Canyon and over the mountain, came down through Coalville, on the divide we traveled over solid snow over the tops of Quaken Asp trees without any serious accident. We just broke one wagon tongue. We came down on the Weber River and traveled down it to the mouth of Echo Canyon, up the canyon to Evanston, Wyo. and so we pushed on and on day by day until we reached North Platt[e] in the Black Hills, about 350 miles from Salt Lake where we left some of our provisions for the return trip. We crossed back to the north side just before we reached Fort Lar[a]mie a government post to protect emmigrants from the Indians and we pushed on and all went well plenty of grass and water for the cattle in the spring of the year. We averaged about 18 miles a day. 
We reached Florence the 4th of July 1861. The immigrants had not arrived yet, they came up the Missouri River on flat boats. We were there to see them land, the cattle had rested about a week and were in fine shape for the return trip and 
July 15, we were loaded and ready to start back. We had in each wagon 15 to 18 souls but they were supposed to walk and even wade the rivers and streams of water unless they were sick or very feeble. Captain Horn would watch himself and see that his orders were carried out. Well every thing went just fine for some time, camp orders were carried out to the letter, up in the morning at five o'clock prayers and breakfast ready to start about eight o'clock, all went well the first half of the way but when we got up in the Black hills the country had dried up feed was scarce and water had dried up and many times we had to drive half of the night and some times make what we called a dry camp, so the cattle got leg weary and lame and poor but still we pushed on every day except Sundays when we rested and held services. 
At the upper crossing of the North Platt[e] we safely crossed alright and drove out to a place called Willow springs where we intended to camp for the night but Captain Horn heard that General Johnston of the Utah Expedition was camped over on the Sweet Water [Sweetwater] and not wishing to meet them the next day with women and children he gave orders to bring in the cattle and make a night drive as they were camped off from the road and we slipped quietly by in the middly [middle] of the night and were all safe.
But a very serious cercumstance happened just as we started an old English lady [Mary Ann Campbell Foreman] sat in the front of the wagon hanging her legs down outside, the wagon bounced into a hole and she fell out in front of the wheel and it passed over her and killed her. At Willow Springs and of course we held a hurried fernal [funeral] and buried her at Willow springs without a coffin as we had nothing to make one from. 
 So next morning we were at Independence Rock on the Sweet Water [Sweetwater], Wyo[ming]. some three Hundred miles east of Salt Lake still pushing on, nothing of any particuliar interest took place only cattle getting poorer and leg weary. Finially we reached Bear River and then over the divide to the heart of the noted Echo Canyon the defence against General Johnston. Thence up and over the big mountain where Captain Horn's son met us with a loar [load] of melons and you may be sure he was a welcome visitor. 
Next day down the Emigration Canyon to Salt Lake City having traveled about 21 hundred miles since Apr. 15, 1861.

Transcript for Olsen, James, Autobiographical sketch 1921, 4-5

James Olsen autobiographical sketch, 1921.

John Bennion letter The Bennion Family of Utah

John Bennion letter The Bennion Family of Utah, Vol. 1.

Having arrived safe at the place of our destination and having had nearly five months to look around us, I thought a few lines from us would be accepted by you and all inquiring friends. I sent you a letter on Sept. 7, giving you some account of our journeying from Garden Grove to that place of our affliction, on account of the loss of our little girl whose body we carried with us the next day 13 miles and buried it on the morning of the 9th near the camp ground called the Pacific Springs, on the left hand side of the road, Oregon route—south pass of the Rocky Mountains. I put down a head board with this inscription: Ann Bennion, died Sept. 7, 1847, aged 1 year, 9 months and 19 days. The same day we traveled 21 miles, the longest day’s travel of any on the journey, which brought us to a stream called the Sandy. The next stream was Green river, about as large as Dee river but in places not more than three feet deep, so we went through it. Soon after, we left the Oregon Road and took a new road to this valley, which was more rough and mountainous. However, we arrived safe in the valley on the 5th day of October, the fourth wagon in our company, all in good health and glad to find a stopping place after traveling upwards of five months, which traveling through this wilderness is toilsome and wearisome, firstly on account of having to travel in large companies for defence against the Indians, moving by day and keeping guard by night. Secondly in some places feed and water is scarce for the cattle, some of which are poisoned; and thirdly and the most disagreeable of all, the dust arising from so many teams almost at times suffocated man and beast.

Transcript for John Bennion letter The Bennion Family of Utah, volume 1, complied by Harden Bennion (1931), 32-33

John Bennion letter The Bennion Family of Utah.

John Mackay, Biographical sketches, 1891-2013

John Mackay, Biographical sketches, 1891-2013.

Joseph Harker reminiscences and journal, 1855-1895

Joseph Harker reminiscences and journal, 1855-1895, Page 42.

In the spring our branch was called upon to fit up a man to go to the valley with the Pioneers. I gave five bushel of corn and I also sent from one to two hundred lbs of flower I was to get back in the spring to take it to the valley with me. But when the day came for us to start they failed to fulfill their promis. And the family I lent it to apostaised and this was partily the cause my family had no flour when we entered the valley. We gathered at the Elkhorn river where we organised into five companies, with Captains of hundreds, fifties, and tens, with Parley P. Pratt and John Taylor of the twelve apostles.



We started from the Elkshorn [Elk Horn] river June 15. 1847[.] I travelled in Bishop Hunters company, of one hundred, Joseph Horns [Horne’s] fiftie and Bishop Ho[a]glands ten. We had meny trials on the way but I never had a happier summer in my life. My wife would drive the team and I would take my gun and go and hunt game untill I was tird.



When we got in the Black Hills, we were getting short of meat. Apostle John Taylor took myself and James Horn in his carriage to go and kill bufflo, after we got a few miles a head of the company we went up in the hills and killed <s>about</s> 5 bufflo in about half a hour, all within a quarter of a mile of each other. I returned to Bro. Taylor's carriage and we killed 4 other animals quite near the company. We cut the meat in chuncks and it was very good to eat.



When we got to Echo Canyon my son William was born Sept. 26. 1847. at 2 o'clock in the morning. I got Sister Harriet Whittaker to take care of her until we got in the valley. The roads were very rough and muddy, coming over the mountain it took us 5 days.



We arrived in the valley Oct. 1. 1847. and camped by the old ford by a spring.

Transcript for Joseph Harker reminiscences and journal, 1855-1895, 42

Joseph Harker reminiscences and journal, 1855-1895.

LATTER-DAY  Saint biographical encyclopedia, Andrew Jenson

Andrew Jenson, "Joseph Horne", Latter-day Saint biographical encyclopedia, Andrew Jenson, 1, Page 806.

LATTER-DAY Saint biographical encyclopedia, Andrew Jenson.

Oluf C. Larsen autobiography, undated

Oluf C. Larsen autobiography, undated, Page 34-36.

As the company drove up and formed a circle with their wagons and the people were amused and astonished to see the teamsters taking their stand and causing by command these long strings of brutes to take their exact places in the circle. It was as good as a circuss performance for us to watch. In a few moments the oxen were all unyoked and the guards on horseback drove them off to feed. The teamsters then hurried to the creek and washed themselves and some took time to put on a better suit of clothes while others more anxious hurried to shake hands with the emigrants. They were soon scattered over the camp inquiring for relatives and friends among the company and emigrants inquiring for friends and relatives in Utah. Thus there was talk and chatter in every direction mingled with joy and laughter. Friendship and brotherly love was soon exhibited by all parties. The emigrants soon began to realize that these rough looking men were our deliverers and guardians and expected to carry us through seen and unseen danger across the wilderness to our destination among the mountains. The more we realized this the more they became a subject in our petitions to God. In this way our hearts were filled with love and respect for them so that even their shortcomings were overlooked.
The companies from the West now began to arrive fast, one after another and everybody was busy and especially the leaders. There was no time to stay longer than necessary. The wagons should be loaded and a certain number of persons assigned to each. The number was generally 15 with one tent to each wagon. Two or three baking kettles went with each wagon as well as bedding and luggage allowing a certain number of pounds for each person. Those who brought more than their allotment had to pay extra for overweight. New trouble came that emigrants had not anticipated for the luggage generally outweighed the allotment. Everything should be done in a hurry and it was sometimes hard to decide what to throw away. Such things as mattresses, feather beds, trunks, boxes and unnecessary cooking utensils had to be discarded. As many of the Danish people had supplied themselves with many pairs of fine new wooden shoes they had, also, to be sacrificed although it was quite a trial to some.
One woman in our company had a spinning wheel along. The weigher told her to throw it away as there was plenty of wood in Utah. The woman cried very bitterly and said if her wheel could not be taken along she also would stay. The woman, however, came along but the wheel had to remain. The day of loading and packing was a busy one. It passed with little friction as the minds of all were filled with anxiety about getting on the road leading toward the mountains. There were near seventy-five wagons in our company. Our captain, Joseph Horn, was an experienced hand on the plains. The day we left camp was one of rejoicing as the slowness with no progress for several weeks was very tiring.
The first few days of travel made us very tired, but when we got a little used to it we didn't feel it so much. Riding was out of the question except for those who were sick. The distance traveled daily was between ten and twenty miles. For young people after getting used to it, it was no hard task. In the evenings after having attended to camp duties, we generally had a da[n]ce. Then after a good nights sleep we were ready for another days journey across the praries, over creeks, and rivers.
In crossing Green River I had an experience which was not easily forgotten. The river which was yet quite high and wide where we crossed and the current was very swift with cobbles at the bottom. Being foolish enough to take my shoes and stockings off it was very hard walking. In the middle of the stream the swift current was halfway up my waist and even the oxen had all they could do to walk across. I disliked the idea of my wife [Amelia Christine Amundsen] wading across the river and had concluded to carry her. When I got into the stream it was useless to try to turn back and I feared the worst, but succeeded after hard struggling to gain shallow water on the opposite side. No one but a young unexperienced man would dare undertake such a task. Reaching shore I thanked God in my heart for our delivery though my feet were sore and bleeding. I then decided I never again would attempt to cross a swift flowing river with my wife on my sholders. Many men who desired to have dry clothing when they reached shore and therefore carried them, came out without them and some came out with only a shirt on. There was some sickness and a few deaths, mostly children[,] on our journey diahreah being the principal complaint. Otherwise we had a very pleasand journey with no severe storms, no trouble tospeak of and no accidnets and the Indians did not bother us. We moved on day by day like clockwork. The captain knew just where to drive every day to find good feed and good water for the teams and also to keep out of reach from the companies ahead and behind.
Our diet, bacon and flour, we got along with very well by change in cooking and our supply was sufficient. How to procure and prepare fuel for cooking was one of our chief studies. Our fuel most of the time was buffalo chips (or droppings) which men, women, and children gathered in the course of the days travel. Every day brought us nearer the mountains and vallies and the last week of our journey our provisions became short. As we got nearer the mountains the climate grew colder and consequently the appetite got keener. The old fat bacon we so detested[,] we could not get now and we wished for what we had thrown away. We had to satisfy ourselves with flour now and that without a pinch of salt.
That evening we heard from the teamsters that the next day we would enter the valley. Very few slept as there was dancing and merrymaking all night. An early start next morning was required to bring us into the city before night.
When noon came we had nothing to eat but we washed and dressed as well as we could to make a good appearance when entering the city. Coming down through emigration canyon we found teams camping all the way inquiring for friends and relatives. These teams had come out from the city loaded with good things for their friends but not for others so we had to plod along. We were all eager to get into the open valley and when there on the bench all eyes were directed toward Great Salt Lake City which at that time was hardly visible from that distance. With light, yet tired and faint steps we passed by the Penetentiary through Sugarhouse into town where streets everywhere were lined with people to see the emigrants. In the afternoon about 4 o'clock, September 29th, 1862, we arrived on the Eighth Ward Square, it being nearly six months since we started on our journey from Norway.

Transcript for Larsen, Oluf Christian, Autobiography, 34-36

Oluf C. Larsen autobiography, undated.

Our Pioneer Heritage

Our Pioneer Heritage, Vol. 5, Page 38.

Our Pioneer Heritage.

Sarah Sharp autobiographical sketch, 1931

Sarah Sharp autobiographical sketch, 1931, Page 5p.

When we got to. . .well, I don't know where, we got on the steamboat to go to Florence, which is not far from Omaha. This is where all emigrants take the teams to Utah. Two hundred and fifty passenters were on the boat. I remember someone said the captain had commented that he had never taken such a big load and had prayed day and night that the boat would not sink. We all sat outside around the boat on the floor because there were no seats at all. At night a terrible wind and rain storm arose and Mother and others were soaked trying to hold the awning down. At last one who had charge of the company (I think it may have been John D. T. McAllister of Philadelphia) went to the captain and told him he must open the Salon and let the women and children in. And he did. At least we were dry and had a carpet to sit upon. Of course, this is the memory of a 10 year old girl and may not be all perfect, but it stands out plainly to me or I would not write it if I did not think it right.
At Florence, we camped on a hilly country, at least it was near Florence. We must have been there nearly two weeks and we left July 2nd or 3rd. The reason we were there so long was that we were all coming in on what was called, "Church Trains."
When you came with the Church Trains you had to pay a certain amount for food and transportation, or pay what you could when you started and the rest as soon after you got there, with interest, until paid. They traveled three trains, about ½ day drive apart, so if any serious accident with Indians occurred, they could help each other. I am glad to say we met up with none of these.
So many people wanted to come to Utah and some could not afford teams of oxen and wagons and some could not drive them if they had them. Others did not want to buy wagons as they would have no use for them after they got to Utah. So the Church got different ones, anyone who could spare one ox or more, a wagon, a cover, an oxen yoke, etc., until the amount of wagons and oxen were all made up. Joseph Horne, who everyone called "Captain Horne" was Captain of the train we arrived in.
The men (teamsters, mostly young ones) were called as missionaries to drive. They received no pay, only their food. The train we were to go in was late in getting to Florence. If I ever knew why it was late, I have forgotten. There was a Gentile firm, Livingston and Bell, who had a store in Salt Lake City. They had a train of new empty wagons to take to Salt Lake, and as they were not ready to start, they let the Emigrants stay in those wagons. We stayed several days.
When our train from Salt Lake arrived at last, we were all loaded and ready to start to Great Salt Lake City, for it was called at that time and for many years after, "Great Salt Lake City."
All that 13 people owned was in the wagon where my people were put. All wagons were loaded about the same. Father, Mother, and we four children; five of another family of Philadelphia, and an old couple from Brooklyn—13 surely left no place to ride. The old lady from Brooklyn died on the way. Mother was sick nearly all the way and could not walk. After the Old Lady died, my sister, Selinda, took "Mountain Fever" and, of course, had to ride. Two of the family of five slept in the back part of the wagon, my parents in the front part, and I across the front. The others must have had a tent to sleep in. I can't remember and Eliza says she can't, so all we could do was get out and walk. I walked many, many days without one bit of a ride for 10 to 15 miles.
The train was made up of 46 wagons with passengers, two belonged to the Captain and 6 carried supplies, and the night herders slept in them in the day.
When camp was made, it was always circle-shaped and all wagon tongues were inside. The reason they camped in a circle was for protection for cattle against Indians. Sometimes there were openings in two places, but always one. When the oxen were yoked they were in the center, as the tongues were right there. The night herders on horseback drove them to water and feed for the night and in the morning when they were again in the circle, the teamsters caught and yoked their own oxen. The wagon tongues were right there and to snap the chains on and all ready to start again was important. There were about a dozen boys and girls about my size who clung together. When the cattle came in, we would start to walk ahead of the train and many, many times we kept ahead of the train until it was time to camp for noon. Then after dinner—off again. Once in a great while, one of the teamsters would boost one of us up for a few miles ride. I can't remember, neither can Eliza, what we had to eat. We got our rations once in two weeks (I think). Flour, bacon, coffee, and Eliza thinks beans. Perhaps so. I can't remember. Some men had guns and once in a while they would kill a rabbit. But when that happened, the neighbors were not invited to dinner.
Once in a while there was a dance after supper. But as I was too small to dance, and too tired and sleepy to stay up, I don't remember of seeing the dancing but once. I recall the fiddler. His name was Hop Penler. And all teamsters and night herders and Hop were from Cache Valley. The man who drove our team was Henry Dennison Durfey. He said his grandmother was a squaw. I was fond of him. The main reason for the fondness, I guess, was if it was possible to let me ride, he would let me.
My mother was very sick one day when Father said, "You must get out and walk or you will die in the wagon." So he helped her out. She could not stand alone. The first telegraph line was just being put up. The poles lay along the line for miles. Father said, "Just go from one pole to another." Then she took his arm and, oh my, I will never forget how slow. When they reached the pole he let her rest and then got her in the wagon. Next day she went one pole further and so on and on, one pole further. She had a very bad spell when we were camped at "Little Mountain." We children and the elders were called in the tent, but she rallied again and in two or three days, we arrived in Salt Lake, and it was many days before she could take a step alone.
On the 13th day of September, 1861 we arrived in Salt Lake. We were all cleaned up and all of we youngsters were ahead of the train. The only things that stand out in my mind as we came out of the Canyon (Emigration) was the Lake and a small white house that belonged to President Young which was torn down when the Elks Club house was built on South Temple.
We, as all emigrant trains did, camped on the 8th Ward Square, where now stands the City and County Building. A number of old Chester County people, friends of my parents, came to see us.

Transcript for Sharp, Sarah Bethula Palmer, Autobiographical sketch, 1931, 5p

Sarah Sharp autobiographical sketch, 1931.

Sketch of the life of Dinah Williams Holroyd, 1921

Sketch of the life of Dinah Williams Holroyd

Thomas, Mary Hebden Holroyd, "Sketch of the life of Dinah Williams Holroyd", Sketch of the life of Dinah Williams Holroyd, 1921, Page 4-5.

We left Philadelphia in the spring of 1860 (the same year as the Civil War) and took the train as far west as St. Joseph, Missouri, then up the river to Florence, the Winter Quarters for the Saints. We were late getting there; it was in the fall of the year, so father and mother were advised to remain there over winter and come west the next spring. So we moved to Omaha and father took a position in one of the tailor shops and we joined the Omaho [Omaha] Branch of the Church. The next July 4, 1861 we started for Utah with a company of fifty wagons; we had fine weather all the way. The young boys and girls used to walk ahead of the wagons. We would wade the streams and rivers, especially the boys, but sometimes the girls would be carried. We would sing all along the way. We did our usual camping as you have read of the different pioneers doing and a very happy company we were in spite of the desert and trials.
We would see the Indians often, but our leaders always gave them all they could of provisions, so they did not molest us in any way as I remember. We were more fearful of the soldiers and I remember how we passed Fort Laramie in the night and our Capt. Joseph Horn[e] instructed all to go as quietly as possible, not to speak a word, not even to the oxen or to make a light. Our whole train of fifty wagons passed without the soldiers knowing it.
I forgot to tell you that about a year before leaving Philadelphia a baby girl was born in our home on August 17, 1859 and she was named Elizabeth Holroyd. My mother's faith and mother love was now being sorely tried again as this baby was very ill and within one week of arriving in Salt Lake City this baby died at the age of two years. My father walked back to fort Bridger, thirteen miles, to get a board which he carried on his shoulders. Mark Hall was the Sexton of the company and he made a little coffin and she was buried at Muddy Creek. We all mourned very much over the loss of our little sister, but our Heavenly father blessed my mother and she was made strong and always full of faith and love for others. As we neared our destination we were getting weary but the nearness encouraged us on. One day during the travels I was so weary I begged mother to let me sit on the wagon tongue a few minutes, but I was not there long. I fell fast asleep but was awakened quickly by the pots and kettles banging my head and I tried to crawl out but my brother Robert, who was helping drive the oxen, commenced poking my back with the whip. The wheel caught me and I thought sure my head was going to be run over, but it was just my shaker bonnet that got a good pressing. This was after one of our nights of dancing. Dancing and walking all day every day may keep your spirits up, but your body gets weary. This was another worry for my mother, but in a few days I was walking again.
We arrived in Salt Lake City September 16, 1861.

Transcript for Thomas, Mary Hebden Holroyd, Sketch of the life of Dinah Williams Holroyd, 1921, 4-5

Sketch of the life of Dinah Williams Holroyd, 1921.

The Women of Mormondom

The Women of Mormondom. 1877. Page 331-336.

[Mary Isabella Horne]



Apostle John Taylor traveled in the company that my family was with, Bishop Hunter being captain of the company of one hundred, and Bishop [Jacob] Foutz and my husband [Joseph Horne] being captains of fifties. The officers proposed, for safety in traveling through the Indian country, that the two fifties travel side by side, which was agreed to, Bishop Foutz's fifty taking the north side. For some days the wind blew from the south with considerable force, covering the fifty on the north with dust from our wagons. This continued for two weeks; it was then agreed that the two companies shoud shift positions in order to give us our fair proportion of the dust; but in a day or two afterwards the wind shifted to the north, thus driving the dust on to the same company as before. After having some good natured badinage over the circumstance, our company changed with the unfortunates and took its share of the dust.



One day a company of Indians met us and manifested a desire to trade, which we were glad to do; but as the brethren were exchanging corn for buffalo robes, the squaws were quietly stealing everything they could lay hands upon. Many bake-kettles, skillets and frying-pans were missing when we halted that night.



As our wagons were standing while the trading was going on, one Indian took a great fancy to my little girl, who was sitting on my knee, and wanted to buy her, offering me a pony. I told him ‘no trade.' He then brought another pony, and still another, but I told him no; so he brought the fourth, and gave me to understand that they were all good, and that the last one was especially good for chasing buffalo. The situation was becoming decidedly embarrassing, when several more wagons drew near, dispersing the crowd of Indians that had gathered around me, and attracting the attention of my persistent patron."

Transcript for Edward W. Tullidge, The Women of Mormondom (1877), 331-36

The Women of Mormondom.

Young Woman's Journal

Pioneer Reminiscences

Mary Isabella Horne, "Pioneer Reminiscences", Young Woman's Journal, July 1902, Page 292-293.

Agreeable to your request, I will endeavor to give a few items of my experience in the pioneer days, which I trust will be of interest and profit to your readers.



When we left Winter Quarters, in June, 1847, and commenced our journey to the Rocky Mountains, our family consisted of Mr. [Joseph] Horne, myself, and four children, one of whom had been born since we left our home in Nauvoo. We also brought a man and his wife with us, he driving one of the teams. We had three wagons, with two yoke of oxen to each, which contained farming implements, seed-grain, cooking utensils, a few necessary dishes, etc., clothing, and provisions that must last eight people for at least eighteen months; we also brought a small cooking stove, a very rare article in the pioneer camps, and a small rocking chair. This was all the household furniture it was possible to bring.



I will not take space in your valuable paper to enter into details of that never-to-be-forgotten journey but will merely mention a few incidents that may be of interest. While traveling along the Platte River, a large band of Indians were camped on the opposite side. Many of them, men, women and children, swam across the river, and President John Taylor invited Mr. Horne and me to go with himself and wife to meet them. They wanted to trade buffalo robes for corn and provisions. While trading, one of the Indians took a fancy to my baby girl and wanted me to trade her for a pony. When I refused he brought another pony, and still another, until finally he went to get the fourth one, and seemed so determined to have her that I was afraid he would steal her from my arms. Just at this time the rest of our company came up. While the brethren were trading with the Indian men, the squaws and children were going among our wagons, stealing cooking utensils or anything else they could get hold of, so that when we camped that night many useful articles were missing.



On another occasion, while still on the Platte river, we were called up in the middle of the night as thousands of buffalo were crossing the river, heading straight for the camp. The splashing and bellowing were terrible to hear. We were in great danger, as buffalo were never known to stop for anything when traveling in such large numbers; it appeared as though they would destroy the camp, but suddenly they altered their course and went further down the river.



On another occasion when we were in the Black Hills, a large band of Indians placed themselves directly across our path, and would not allow us to pass; they demanded corn, sugar, and coffee. Some of the brethren went through the camp and collected as much as possible from our meagre supply, which the Indians accepted, and made no further trouble. When our company arrived at what was then called the Sweetwater, which was east of Green River, we met President Young and a majority of the Pioneers, returning to Winter Quarters for their families. Bishop Hunter and Brother John Taylor, who were in charge of our company, suggested that a feast be made in honor of the Pioneers. A nice fat steer was bought from Bishop Hunter, the dishes were unpacked, and the sisters did the best possible to prepare a dinner worthy of the occasion. This was performed under difficulties, as it was snowing heavily, although only September, which made camp-cooking quite a task. The storm passed before dinner, and the brethren cleared away the brush and improvised a rude table, and I can assure you we had a feast indeed, spiritual as well as temporal. The food remaining was given to the Pioneers to help them on their journey.



We arrived in Salt Lake valley in the evening of October 6th, 1847. From the mouth of the canyon we traveled in the dark, having no guide but the flickering light of the camp fires on Pioneer Square.

Transcript for Mary Isabella Horne, "Pioneer Reminiscences," Young Woman's Journal, July 1902, 292-93

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