Michael Jensen (1845 - 1942) Profile

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Historical Department journal history of the Church, 1830-2008

Historical Department journal history of the Church, November 9, 1856, Page 27-29.

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

Jensen, Michael, "The Story of My Life."

Jensen, Michael, "The Story of My Life.".

About June 1, 1856, we landed in New Orleans, and from there went to Chicago by train. We stayed there only long enough to get some supplies and handcarts and all left for Iowa City, Iowa.
We pulled the carts by hand. My mother and father and I took turns pulling and pushing and my little brother, Anthony, walked, except when he was too tired, and then Mother would set him on the handcart to rest a little. We had a tent and a tent pole we could put over the cart to camp in when it rained. We camped by the side of the road at night and were able to get water from the creeks and streams and could buy milk from the farms along the way so it was quite a lark for me and my brother Anthony.
We stayed in Iowa City two weeks repairing our handcarts and getting more supplies and provisions. On the 15th day of July we left Iowa City, in high spirits, for the land of "Zion." We had a few mules and some oxen and wagons to haul the main supplies and provisions but each family carried its own camp supplies and clothing and 100 pounds of flour and as much food as they could carry on their own handcarts. All walked except small children or sick and they rode in the wagons.
We arrived in Omaha with good luck still with us and after a few days rest and repairs to our carts and supplies, we left Omaha on the 19th of August and started across the plains. We soon saw we had left civilization behind us and were out in the open country. Our handcarts had been made of rough unseasoned lumber and we had to stop many times to make repairs. It was late in the year to make such a journey in such country, but our people were anxious to press on and felt that they could make it before winter set in.
After many dreary days travel we arrived at Laramie, Wyoming. Still 500 miles away from Utah and the with the first frosts of winter already upon us, our leaders decided to hurry on as our handcarts and supplies were holding our quite well and with good luck we could have made it.
After passing through Laramie and only a short distance away, we camped one night on a grassy spot with lots of trees and a creek running by. They turned the oxen out to graze on the grass and a herd of buffalo came by and stampeded our oxen and they ran off with the buffalo. Our captain went after them but could not find them and so they decided to take our wagons and heavy provisions we could not haul without the oxen back to Laramie. The men at Laramie who had charge of the emigrants promised to get some oxen and send them on to us. We went on and left the wagons and everything we had except the barest necessities, these we put on our handcarts and each cart took another 100 pounds of flour. That made a lot to haul over new roads or no roads and through creeks and over sand piles so we could not go far in a day.
For some reason we never did know, the men at Laramie did not send our wagons on to us and left us to get through the best we could. Our supplies began to run low and food was very scarce in that country. We ate roots, bark, cactus, and anything we could find that had any food value in it. We were finally forced to cook hides we had and even to take some of the leather strips from our handcarts to get some nourishment. 
The way we made our fire was to take some sagebrush chips, a little cloth and then a flint and rubbed it on steel until it made a spark which we caught on the cloth and finally we could coax it into a fire. We could and did burn buffalo chips for fuel after we got it started. There were plenty of buffalo chips in that country and plenty of buffalo, but how could we get to them? Our men tried many ways but never were able to get any game as we had no guns or bullets. The way we ate cactus or "prickly pears," as we called them, was to put them in the fire with the buffalo chips to burn off the stickers. Then we would peel the skin off and cut them into little pieces and boil them with the roots, hides, or whatever we had, and plenty of water thickened with a little flour. It made a mush or soup which was not so bad to eat when you were so very hungry. The men gave most of the food to the children and the women and I can remember yet seeing my father and the other men go away so they could not smell the food cooking and so they would not be so hungry.
Winter was coming on fast and the days became shorter and colder and we began to suffer greatly as our clothes were all in rags and we had very little bedding. Many of our people became sick and began to die. The men more than the women as they had gone without food more and I remember so well seeing some men dig a large grave and I saw 13 men all buried in this one long grave. We were then in the country called Sweetwater and we came to the Green River. They broke the ice for us to wade over the river and when we were on the other side we camped in a little cove. This spot is called Willie's Cove, after the Captain of our company whose name was James G. Willie.
We had gone as far as we could without help so we stayed there in this camp to await help to reach us with our supplies from Laramie. The next evening a large band of Indians all in their war paint came suddenly and soon had us surrounded. Some later said there were 1,000 in the band. They demanded food and silver. It looked bad for us, we were all scared and tried to hide but there was no place to hide. Our brave Captain Willie with an interpreter talked to the leader and told them we had so little to eat we were nearly starving and we did not want to do them any harm but were only going to Utah where Brigham Young was. "Brigham good friend," said their chief and after looking us over and seeing that we spoke the truth and we were very poor they all rode away and did not take a thing we had or harm any of us. We were all very glad and fell to our knees and thanked the Lord for His protection. We had heard how the Indians had killed a lot of people who were going to California and Oregon. We had never been molested and we felt it was because we always went to the tent of our Captain each morning and evening for prayer and we would sing and pray and talk and the captain always told us to be careful not to go far away from the company for, if we should get lost, the Indians would be sure to get us. You can bet this was enough to keep all the boys and girls close to the camp at all times.
It was bitter cold camped there in the snow and we all began to fear and felt help would never reach us at all. The sky was dark with snow clouds and we could see a storm was coming and things looked as though the end was near when, to our joy, we saw tow men in a light wagon approaching us from the West. They were from Salt Lake City and had been sent to tell us help was on the way and to help us into the valley. How we laughed and cried, sang and praised the Lord! After telling us to be of good cheer as a supply train had left Salt Lake City and would soon reach us, they hurried on east to the company of Captain Martin, who had left Omaha two weeks after our company. We all felt very thankful and happy that night and rejoiced as we felt we should soon have food.A snowstorm came up in the night and we waited in vain all the next day for the men to come from the West with some food, as we had none. The next morning at dawn our brave Captain Willie took a mule and went alone to the West to find the supply train. We waited there hungry and cold for three long days before he again returned bringing the first supplies to us himself. He had found the supply train snowbound and they had camped to await a chance to get through, not realizing our terrible plight. Words cannot express our thankfulness and joy at the sight of our brave Captain bring food and the scant supplies. Many of our people were sick and could not digest the food very well. After a short rest to give the people time to gain a little strength and repack the few things we had left, we again started on to "Zion."
My father was very weak from lack of food and so the men in charge of the wagons fastened our handcart to one of the wagons and told father to hang onto the wagon. He was walking between our handcart and the wagon when he slipped and fell, and before anyone could reach him, the handcart had passed over him as he lay on the ground. They picked him up and put him into the wagon and we went on until dark and then camped for the night. Sometime during that night my father died and next morning they buried him beside the road. I can remember well how sad we were. I was just 11 years old and my brother, Anthony, was only 9 and we could not say much to help our mother in her sorrow.
Mother sat on a large kettle turned upside down weeping bitterly, I and Anthony stood beside her not knowing what to do. One of the men who was helping to manage the company came along just then and he had a walking stick in his hand. He struck Mother across the back with his stick and said in a sharp voice, "Get up and go on, you cannot sit here crying. We have to go at once or we will all die." Oh, how I wished I were a man so I could fight for my mother! I never forgave this man and years later he was put up for an office in the Church and I refused to sustain him and held up my hand that I would not do it and they asked me what my objection was, I told them why I could not sustain that man in any office. The Bishop talked to me and I decided to let it go and the man took the office. Now in my late years as I look back, I see things more clearly and I see that sternness was our only salvation and the only thing we could stand as it roused us from our misery and had the leaders allowed us to grieve we could not have endured the hardships left to us when we had to go on alone. Father died on the 29th of October, and we did not reach Salt Lake City until November 11, 1856, which made us more than seven months from the time we had left Copenhagen.

Transcript for Jensen, Michael, "The Story of My Life."

Jensen, Michel, [Interview], in "Utah Pioneer Biographies," 44 vols., 15:111-18

Jensen, Michel, [Interview], in "Utah Pioneer Biographies," 44 vols., 15:111-18.

The family with other emigrants went to Omaha, Nebraska, then to a Mormon camping place, just where Mr. Jensen does not remember, unless it was at Iowa City, Iowa. Here the emigrants constructed some hand carts, and on July 15, 1856 a group srarted [started] on their long trek to cross the plains, and mountains to Utah with J[ames].S. [G.] Willie, and Captain Edward Martin. The Jensen family started with the first group of pioneers who left the Mormon camping place, as Mr. Jensen's father had his carpenter tools with him, which he used to build a hand cart for his own family and also helped some of the others to construct hand carts, After spending two weeks time in preparation they left camp on July 15, 1856 for Salt Lake City, Utah, under Captain Willie. His father placed his carpenter tools in the hand cart with other possessions, besides bedding, and camp equipment.	
Mr. Jensen had all the necessary tools for use, with which to build a house on arrival at their destination. A company of men and women, and their families, with an outfit of three wagons, and teams of horses, who were prospectors, on their way to Oregon to seek gold, traveled with the hand cart company for a few days, but decided the hand cart company traveled too slow, so they went on ahead. After a few days travel the hand cart company came upon the place where the prospectors had last camped. They found the gold seekers, who were on their way to Oregon, had suffered an attact [attack] by Indians, and that all of the men, and some of the children had been killed and scalped by the Indians, the wagons and other equipment, had been burned, the horses stolen, and the hand cart pioneers believed, that some of the young women and girls, were taken prisoner, by the Indians. Mr. Jensen said that He has often wondered if the ones who were taken prisoners by the Indians ever lived to be able to tell of the fate of the others, and their experiences to any other white people, as these Indians were from the north, and that some of the northern Indians had white squaws.	
The hand cart company was accompanied by three wagons pulled by ox teams, which carried their surplus flour, bacon, and other supplies for use along the almost endless trail. The company had made camp one night about three weeks time after they had started on their journey, when a herd of about two thousand buffalo stampeded through the place where their oxen, and stock were feeding, taking the oxen , and cattle with them. The company made camp there for three days, while Captain Willie, and two aids tried to locate the cattle, and oxen. They failed to find any trace of their stock, so they were compelled to leave the supply wagons there, probably in the vicinity of Laramie, Wyoming, until such time when other companies of emigrants came through that way, or they could send back for them. They decided that some arrangements could be made to have the wagons, and their contents brought on to Salt Lake Valley. The members of the hand cart company left all of their personal belongings, which were placed in the wagons. Mr. Jensen's father, with deepest regrets left his carpenter tools. An additional 100 pounds of flour was placed on each cart, and the company again started on it's trip toward Deseret. When the hand cart company reached the eastern edge of Wyoming a band of Indians swooped down on the company. Mr. Jensen said that we thought we had met our doom, and was bound for such a fate as the Oregon Prospecting group. The excitement, and fear was almost beyond comprehension.	
The captain of the company, with another man or two, went out to talk with the Indians, and to the great surprise of all the company, after these men had explained to the Indians that these were new people, and they were all going to where Brigham Young, and the other white settlers were, the Indians did not harm any of the company, but rode away. These were the only Indians encountered on the entire trip to Salt Lake Valley.	
Mr. Jensen said that food supplies became so low that each person was allowed only one half of a pound of flour per day, and that any roots, or weeds, that could possibly be found, were utilized for food, that prickly pears were gathered, the stickers burned off in the fire, and then they were prepared, by being cut into pieces then boiled, then eaten. Sometimes they were baked, then eaten. Finally a snow storm covered the ground so very few roots or weeds could be found. The men would give their portion of the food to the women and children. Old bones with the dry hide on them were gathered to boil for food. They would drink the broth. The company was so desperate for food that many of the men who gave their share of the food to the women and children became completely exhausted, and died from starvation, and exposure.	Mr. Jensen said that thirteen men were burried in one grave at one time on this journey, who had died of exposure and starvation.	Mr. Jensen's mother and father pulled their hand cart, his younger brother being too small to walk, rode on the hand cart; &lt;(and he trailed behind, walking and helping push the cart.)&gt; Finally they made a camp near Green River, Wyoming. They were out of food for the next three days. The sight of the camp was called "Willies Cove". A few bones from a critter that had died on the desert was found. They were boiled for food. That was the only nourishment available.	
On the 29th of October the remainder of the company was picked up by some wagons, and again started toward Salt Lake Valley.	
Mr. Jensen said that it was at this time his father fell over, exhausted, and died there from exposure, and hunger, as he had given his portions of food to his wife and children.	
Mr. Jensen said that he believes his fathers tools reached Salt Lake City, but that his father was left on the plains.	
When the company was picked up in the vicinity of Green River, by the wagons, the handcarts were left behind, and he with his younger brother and m other arrived in Salt Lake valley on November 11, 1856.

Transcript for Jensen, Michel, [Interview], in "Utah Pioneer Biographies," 44 vols., 15:111-18

Perpetual Emigrating Fund, Financial Accounts 1849-1886, Ledger B

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