"We camped next at the Three Crossings of the Sweetwater, which are not more than a mile apart. Father and some other men left to find a buffalo, which they killed. It was the last one we saw on our trip. Along the way we had not only been blessed killing buffalo for food, but we also had antelope. I was always proud that father killed the only deer on the entire trip. "Now we had heard of the Sublett Cut-Off and after we crossed over the Dry Sandy, it was the first stream we came to. It was about six rods wide and eighteen inches deep and before we left it, it was dry. From there to the Little Sandy, we saw where the road forked, one going to Oregon and California, while the other one goes to the Salt Lake Valley. The next point en route was the Big Sandy, which we followed down, until we came to the Green River. It was ten rods wide with a swift current. Some of the wagons got wet inside. It was good fishing and we camped underneath the big Cottonwood trees. After resting overnight, we crossed the Green River and went over into Black's Fork until we came to Fort Bridger. There was a store and blacksmith's shop here and wagons were repaired and horses and oxen were shod. From here we went to Pioneer Ridge and came to the little creek called Wold Creek. "The next landmark of importance was the welcome sight of the Bear River. The river flats are about a mile wide. Good grass. River can be forded in low water, rapid current runs north and turns west into Salt Lake. About half the river flats are well timbered with willows and cottonwood. On the cold side of the high mountains in the distance, could be seen the heavy forests of evergreen, pine, fir, spruce, cedar and etc. From there we went to Vudle Weks on Yellow Creek. It was here we buried a young man by the name of Sherman. This was the last death in our party during our long and wearisome march. From here we came down to a fork of the red-rimmed Echo Canyon. In this canyon, people in the companies shouted and sang to start echoes off the huge walls, which confused the cattle. We continued on to Cache Cave, passing Redden (Redden's Cave) on the way. "After having traveled a day or two, we came to the Weber River, We traveled down it for about four miles and crossed where Henefer is now located. All the roads were terrible; we crossed the canyon five times. After two more miles we arrived at East Canyon. There were so many beaver dams, mud holes and thick brush that it made it difficult for us to drive the sheep. We went southward along East Canyon until we turned up a hollow to the west, where we crossed over Big Mountain and eventually over Little Morgan Pioneer History Binds Us Together Mountain quite late. At the head of East Canyon, a wagon broke down, so we camped at the foot of the mountain. "The roads are rough and uneven. Big Mountain is four miles over the top. We had to double teams to get up by putting them all on two or three wagons, take them to the top and then go back for others. Coming down the mountain was difficult and the axle tree on one of the wagons broke and caused some delay. We made a repair with a young tree and was not long before we went down Emigration Canyon and arrived in the Salt Lake Valley on October 3,1852. As I looked down into the valley and saw a few houses scattered around, I thought to myself, 'Great Heaven, do I have to live there for the rest of my day?' Since then I have spent fifty-nine winters here, and I have grown to like it. "After we arrived in the valley and were welcomed by the many Saints already there, we went to Centerville where we visited two weeks with mother's uncle, Lyman Stoddard. Then we moved to American Fork, where in the same fall, we built our home and a blacksmith shop. John Myers, Aunt Sarah's husband and father obtained the logs from Alpine Canyon, and during the winter we made our living by blacksmithing. "In the spring of 1853, we plowed some land and raised our first crop. During the spring of 1854, John Myers, Alva Nickles and my father made a chaff piller; Myers did the iron work; Nickles did the woodwork, and my father ground the cogs. In the fall we moved to Davis County where we threshed with one of the machines that had taken nearly all winter for us to build. We had to even shovel the snow off many of the stacks. "During the spring of 1857,1 was called to build a station for the B.Y. Express, thirty miles west of Fort Laramie. It was while there on the twenty-fourth of July, 1857, that we learned of Johnston's Army coming towards the territory. Consequently, we were called back to the valley. During this trying period, Governor Young called out the militia to go meet Johnston's Army and find out what their purpose was in coming towards the Mormon settlements. Because I was still at Fort Bridger, Lot Smith picked out a company of men under the direction of General Daniel Wells to go meet the army and I was one of those to be chosen. "It was on October 7, 1857, that we left Fort Bridger for the East. On our way we met some of the army at Green River. They were coming west and we were going east. Our company was divided, and Lot Smith burned the government train of supplies, which 6 1