it was estimated that they sold under the auctioneer's hammer four million dollars worth of merchandise. Brigham Young, Jr. and A.M. Musser of Salt Lake bought thousands of dollars worth of stuff for the church. They stopped at Mother's house while there. The army had thousands of firearms and I saw hundreds of new muskets destroyed. They would pack them out of the arsenal by the arms full, smash each one on a rock to render the lock useless and beyond repair. The ammunition they hauled out on the beach. When they had reduced the amount of ammunition in the arsenal to make it safe, they touched a match to it. It took several nights to dispose of all their shells. They threw them out on the beach about a mile or so from town and left case iron scattered all over the beach. After the army left, we used to pick it up and sell it. Some of the shells would miss exploding. Two young men named Albert Jones and Robert Pettit found one of these and tried to oust the plug with a cold chisel and hammer. There was an explosion and those poor boys were mangled frightfully. Jones was hurt the worst and, oh, how he did plead for someone to shoot him and end his misery. He lived about an hour. Pettit was put into a wagon and started for Salt Lake to get surgical attention, but died on the way. I did not have the advantages of much schooling, but at one time I attended a private school known as Mousley's Academy. One day while school was in session, there was a knock at the door. Mr. Mousley went to the door and we heard him talking to a man. In a minute he came back and dismissed school, went into his house and came out with a gun on his shoulder and started up to town as fast as he could walk. All the boys were following him and as he went along we could see men coming from all directions making for up town. When we got to where the Brigham Young monument now stands, we soon learned what was the matter. It seemed that the military authorities at Fort Douglas had trumped up some charges against Pres. Young and were threatening to arrest him. The Mormon people were preparing to resist them. At that time there was a stone wall ten feet high extending about one half block north of where Hotel Utah now stands, and east along South Temple to a little beyond Eagle Gate. Behind this wall they were erecting a scaffold just high enough for a man to stand on and shoot over the top. Soon all was ready for an attack. A large detachment of cavalry rode out of the Fort and came charging down the hill where it drops down to the level of the city and there they halted and stood for a long time as if in consultation and then turned and rode slowly back to the Fort. This action on the part of the soldiers took the strain off Morgan Pioneer History Binds Us 'Together the minds of the people to some extent, but for several days and nights a heavy guard was kept around the residence of President Young and horsemen were out patrolling the city. In the fall of 1863, Father sold his business to William Eddington and took in payment a piece of land in Weber Valley [Morgan Valley], two yoke of oxen, one span of horses, some cows and a Peter Shuttler wagon. Brother Eddington had originally bought the wagon for the purpose of hauling his family back to Jackson County to assist in building up that place. In November 1863 we moved into Weber Valley. Father built the first house and his family was the first to live in what is now known as South Morgan. All that flat land upon which stands this beautiful little town was then merely a cattle range. The next four or five years were spent in the varied occupations of the settlers, such as riding the range, herding cattle and horses, hauling wood and lumber out of the canyons, making roads and ditches; in fact about any thing but going to school. Our amusements consisted of hunting, fishing, going into the hills picking service berries, horse racing and swimming. In the winter time we had candy pulling parties and dancing. We thought nothing of driving three miles with an ox team, dancing all night and returning home about sun up in the morning. I remember one night a young fellow and myself hitched up an ox team and we took our best girls to a dance. When the dance was over, our girls were missing and upon investigation we learned that some young fellows with a horse team had offered to take them home. The temptation to ride behind a horse team was more than they could resist, so my companion and I went home minus our girls, vowing that the pinnacle of our ambition would never be reached until we could drive a horse team. In the summer of 18681 drove a team back to the terminus of the Union Pacific Railroad to meet the Mormon immigration. Each settlement in Weber Valley was called upon to furnish a team, wagon and driver. David Coolbear of South Morgan was called upon to drive the team from that place. We started out the sixteenth of June. At that time there was no bridge over the Weber River and the water was so high we couldn't ford it, so we went down on the south side about eight miles and crossed over on Peterson's bridge and went east up the river. The first night we camped in the little town of Enterprise. The next day about noon found ourselves in North Morgan about one mile from where we started the day before. There we found the people greatly excited. It appears John Ager, brother-in-law of Dave Coolbear, ;n