Morgan Pioneer History Binds Us Together I heard the crackling of snow. I looked up and knew I would be covered so I turned around and started back into the road. I threw my ax as far as I could for fear of getting cut. I can remember the snow striking me. It took my hat off and pinned me down. The slide carried me over the bank on the lower side of the dugway road that had been shoveled out by men after a heavy snowfall the night before. I was thrown about twenty feet below the road and toward the creek bed after which the snow flowed over me. I was pinned down on my face with my left arm by my side and my right arm thrust forward. I made an effort to scramble out. It was not long before I lost consciousness, perhaps ten or fifteen minutes. A person can do a lot of thinking in a little time under such conditions and my memory raced back over my past life very fast. According to Mr. Buchanan, the man who went for help, I was buried for two hours and thirty minutes. Since I survived that long under about eight feet of snow, I must have obtained air from some source, perhaps from the channel of the creek bed. Mr. Buchanan immediately made his way to the sawmill and notified my father. Father ran from the sawmill with one broken-handled shovel. Other men went for tools to dig. When they arrived at the site, the men appealed to my father to show them where to dig. Father designated the spot, but after a few minutes of digging, he changed the place about the length of a boy's body. They continued digging in that place until they struck the heel of my boot. If they had stayed digging in the first place, they would have struck my head. The man with the shovel fainted so father jumped in and continued digging. When they brought me out I was so dark everyone thought I was dead. After I returned to consciousness and found myself surrounded by family and friends I cannot describe the feelings of my dear mother as she watched them labor over me not knowing whether I would live or not. She had foreseen in a very impressive dream four years earlier this calamity that had overtaken me. I was none the wors? for the experience. I went back to work again the next day a little stiff and sore. In the spring of 1873 we moved the saw mill three miles farther up the canyon and finished sawing what timber was left to be found suitable for lumber. Then my father and Mr. Eddington dissolved their partnership and went out of business. In the fall I worked on the thrashing machine. In the winter I took my oxen and worked in the canyon hauling wood and some lumber slabs from the old saw mill to build a shed and stable for the animals. In the summer and fall of 18751 went to work at a saw mill in Parley's Canyon Park. Late in the fall 1 returned to Coalville and went to work for James Welch logging at the head of the Weber River. I have never experienced a worse winter in my life. All winter it snowed day and night. It covered our cabin until we had to tunnel our way out in order to go work in the timber. We had to go to the company store to get supplies every week or ten days. We had to make a trail through the snow for about six miles. We always left one of the boys at camp to keep the fire going and prepare supper for us, four of us made the trip. On one trip we got so tired and wet, we had to leave our supplies hanging them up in the trees over night. It was twenty minutes after midnight when we got in camp. Soon after we found our timber getting scarce, so we had to move camp to another canyon. Two of our men went on snowshoes and found a nice grove of trees in another canyon about three miles away. First we had to break a trail through waist deep snow. By constant tramping and wallowing, we managed to keep a trail open while we went back and forth to our work. Our first job was to shovel out a spot large enough to build a small cabin. We dug out a hole in the snow down to the ground and built a huge fire to dry out the ground. We cut logs on the hillside and slid them down to our building spot and commenced to building our cabin. When our cabin was completed, we cut small sapling trees, trimmed them smooth and laid them close together and nailed them down to the ridge pole. On top of these we laid boughs and trimmings from the poles to help keep out the storm. Then we dug a lot of dirt from the floors of the cabin and spread it on top of the roof to keep out the snow. The main difficulty commenced when we had to move to our new camp. There were bedding, cooking pans, trunks, suitcases and axes. Each man had three axes to do his work. One to chop down the trees, another to trim the trees of limbs and pine knots, and we each had a large Broad axe to hew the face of the tree and make them into ties—or flatten them on two sides. This made fifteen axes in all. The worst job was to get the cook stove over the trail, for we could not get along without it. It weighted about 400 pounds. We trimmed a long pole about eight feet long, removed the oven door and dismantled all loose parts, ran a pole through the oven and out the back of the stove where the chimney attached. With two of us behind and two in front,