Morgan Pioneer History Bin,Is Us Together Life of James Timbrell Worlton James Timbrell Worlton was born in Wolcot, England March 20,1821. He was the only son of John Worlton and Mary Parsons Worlton. While still a small boy he moved with his parents to London. When James was sixteen years of age (1837) his father suddenly died and he fell heir in connection with his two sisters and mother to the family estate. This property, Timbrell's Court, had been handed down according to heirship for several generations. It was conferred for life, without any right to sell it, except at the demand of the government. While in London, James first heard the gospel preached by Elder Hyde. Later they moved back to Bath and found a branch of the Church. James was baptized in 1840, ordained an elder and sent out to preach the gospel. In 1842 he married Emma Marton who also embraced the gospel. He was then called to preside over a small branch of the church in Somerset, England. To this union were born two children, his wife dying at the birth of her second child. In the following year he formed the acquaintance of Elizabeth Bourne, also a member of the Church. They were married on December 3, 1848, by Elder A. Merchant of Bath. In 1849 James was called to preside over a branch of the Church in Marchfield. In 1851 almost the entire branch immigrated to Utah. This was a sorrowing experience for James and Elizabeth as they also longed to make the journey to "Zion" but did not have the means. Returning to Bath he continued to preach and work as a cobbler like his father before him. "The spirit of gathering had come upon us and I and my wife felt the necessity of making an effort to that end. But we could not see our way clear to get to Zion until 1851 when the city desired to purchase property in that neighborhood for improvement of the city. The city council made application for Timbrell's Court and a final settlement was agreed upon. "My wife and I acknowledged the hand of God. We at once placed my portion of the money in the perpetual immigration fund and secured passage on the first vessel that left thereafter, "I joyfully left our native land and home of my forefathers, bade farewell to my widowed mother, sisters and friends to cast my lot with the people of God. We left our home in Bath on February 8,1855, taking a train to Liverpool. By this time our children were Martha (age five), Flora (age three), Emily Amilia (age twenty-two months), Ann (age eleven) and John (age eight), making in all seven of us besides a hired girl, my wife being in delicate health. "The vessel in which we were to sail left Liverpool, England on February 27th, 1855. It was an old sailing vessel named Siddons. There were 430 Saints on board. The ship was commanded by a Captain Taylor. The Saints were placed under the presidency of Elder John Fuller and James Pace. After a safe voyage lasting fifty-two days we arrived in Philadelphia on April 20,1855. After a short stay in Philadelphia, we traveled by rail to Pittsburgh where arrangements were made for our transportation to St. Louis by steamboat down the Mississippi and Ohio rivers. The name of the steamer was Mongolo. About April 29 at six o'clock in the morning, a baby boy was born on the Mississippi River. We named him James Cyrus. We arrived at St. Louis on May 7th and on May 9th we embarked on the steamer Polar Star for Atchinson. On arriving there we immediately proceeded to "Mormon Grove," the camp ground appointed by the Church for the company to make arrangements for crossing the plains. We left the camp ground at Atchinson on July 1st. There were 402 souls, babies and all, forty-five wagons, 220 oxen and twenty-four cows. The cows worked with the oxen. There were about twenty-five horsemen who acted as scouts with Captain Ballantyne having charge of the company. Shortly after we started the scouts came back to say there was a big company of Indians coming toward us. They demanded beef and flour for letting us travel through their country. The Captain met them about a mile from camp, smoked with them and told them that we were very poor and meant no harm. The cattle were so poor that they could hardly pull the wagons. They insisted that we give them one beef and several sacks of flour. They promised never to bother us again, nor did they. The whole camp was struck with the "mountain fever" and many died. My wife took the fever. The baby nursed it from her and died on the 13th of July. I never will forget the day we laid our dear little boy away by the roadside 240