would go to the mountains to get wood, they would take their pockets full of small cold boiled potatoes and salt. It took Alexander and Ephraim from 1861 to 1864 to scrape up enough money to buy a yoke of oxen and the front running gear of an old wagon. On this they built a small cart. They put all their belongings on the cart and Nancy Ellen sat on the top of it all. Ephraim got on one side of the oxen and Alexander Morgan Pioneer History Binds Us Together on the other side of the oxen. They walked all the way, a distance of twenty miles, to Morgan in Morgan County, Utah, where they joined others of their family who were there. They lived here for the remainder of their lives. Alexander Robison died in Morgan on January 23, 1878, and was buried in the North Morgan Cemetery. Nancy Ellen died on November 14,1883, and was buried by her beloved husband. ©9- Daniel Robison and Rachel Smith Robison Daniel Robison was born in Franklin County, Pennsylvania, on March 21,1831. He was the son of Alexander Robison and Nancy Ellen Wagaman Robison. Rachel Smith was born on November 19,1836, in Franklin County, Pennsylvania. She was the daughter of Daniel Smith and Catherine Geesman Smith. My mother was married to Father at the age of sixteen years. On hearing the gospel from Angus M. Cannon, a Mormon missionary from Utah, my father was converted and was baptized and confirmed a member of the Church ofjesus Christ in the year 1854. My mother did not accept the gospel when Father did, but he told her it would be made known to her in due time just which was the true church. It was understood between them that there would be no dispute on religion as my mother belonged to the Lutheran Church and was a faithful teacher in the Sunday School of the same. They each went to their own meetings and lived in perfect peace. After the death of Mother's father and mother, both dying very suddenly and leaving two small girls, Sabina and Charlotte, my mother and his sister, Margaret, took these two girls to raise. The time came when my mother's mother appeared to her and talked and conversed with her just as we do here on earth; while telling my mother that the Gospel of Jesus Christ was true, and it was the only true church on earth, she wept. My mother at once was converted and accepted the gospel and was baptized a member of the church. This angered her brothers, and they took the little sisters away from Mother and Aunt Margaret. They longed to see them and on several occasions went to their school grounds and would wait until they were dismissed for recess. Sabina and Charlotte would run to them. Another sorrow came into Mother's and Father's lives; they lost Annie, their baby girl. My parents owned a cozy little home and were very comfortably situated. I have often heard my father and mother speak of their beautiful cherry orchard and garden, but on May 7, 1860, they left all this to come to Zion in the west where they could be free to live their religion they had sacrificed so much for. On reaching Niagara Falls, just across the border in Canada, their little daughter, Agnes, eight years old, died. They were unable to stop the train as they were traveling by contract, so their loved one was carried away by a Negro porter and buried, they knew not where. They traveled by rail and water two thousand miles. When they landed at Florence, Nebraska, they camped there two weeks while the arrangements were being made for the handcart company. Here they lost their little boy, Johnny, three years old. The outfit consisted of 240 people, forty carts, ten tents, six wagons and thirty-six oxen. The teams and wagons were put in the lead, the carts in the rear. They were two-wheeled carts, with bows over the top, which were covered with the canvas. The tongue of the carts had a crosspiece fastened in the end, about two and one half feet long, so that two persons could stand on either side of the tongue, leaning their bodies against the crosspiece. They called it pushing, instead of pulling. There were about four to seven persons to one cart. Thus Daniel Robison, was appointed captain of the company. It left Florence, Nebraska, on June 7, and arrived in the Salt Lake Valley on August 27. It was one of the last handcart companies and one of the most successful in its journey. 159