Samuel Brough (Pioneer of Porterville and Randolph, Utah). Born Sep 17, 1839 in Longton, England. Died__. Arrived in S.L.C. Aug 15,1863 with the Samuel D. White Company. He married Elizabeth Bott Feb 1, 1958. History compiled by Margaret B. McKinnon Nov. 1981. Presented: 20 November 1981 to South Morgan Camp. South Morgan Camp Historian, Margaret B. McKinnon. SAMUEL BROUGH 1839-1911 (Pioneer of Porterville and Randolph, Utah) (Compiled by Margaret B. McKinnon). Samuel Brough was born Sep. 17, 1839 in Longton, England. He is the son of Richard and Mary Holliston Brough. He married Elizabeth Bott on February 1, 1858. She was the daughter of Benjamin Bott and Elizabeth Abbott. She was of the Church of England. Elizabeth painted china in the local potteries at Silford, in Longton, England. She was the oldest of nine children. Wilford Woodruff had converted Samuel’s family to the Church of Jesus Christ of Latter Day Saints. (Years later it was Apostle Wilford Woodruff who sealed Samuel and Elizabeth in the Endowment House in Salt Lake City.) Elizabeth’s parents strongly objected to her seeing the Mormon boy. When they wouldn’t let her go for a walk down the country lane with him, he would tease her and say that he would take someone else. Samuel baptized Elizabeth on May 3, 1857. They were married almost a year later, just prior to her 20th birthday. Samuel built one room onto his father’s house and they lived in one room of his father’s house until they came to America. Here Mary, Jane, Sammy and Eliza were born. Mary was five years old and Eliza, the baby, was three months when they left Liverpool, England for America. It was on May 30, 1863. Their ship was called the “Cynosure”. There were 750 saints, which were under the direction of David M. Stewart. They arrived in New York on July 19, 1863. Little Sammy contracted measles while on board the ship. He was very sick. They were afraid that he would have to be buried at sea. From New York they traveled, part of the way in cattle cars, to Florence, Nebraska, crossing the river by ferry. There little Sammy died. Dressed in a little colored night dress, they placed him in a dry goods box. Elizabeth took the crepe from her bonnet that she had worn at her father’s funeral the year before, and stuffed the cracks of the little “coffin”. They buried him in the Mormon Cemetery. He died on August 7. Their company was held up in Florence, waiting for some pipes for the tabernacle organ. They left August 15, leaving his little grave and knowing that they would probably never return to the spot. They crossed the plains with the Samuel D. White Company. Several families were allotted to only one wagon. A bedridden woman and Jane, who was crippled by polio, were the only ones allowed to ride the whole distance. The others walked; Samuel carrying Eliza, the baby, most of the way. Every morning and evening company prayers were held. Everyone was expected to attend these prayers. The company stopped one day each week for the women to wash their clothes which they did in the creek, without soap. They hung the clothes on bushes to dry. Snow had fallen by the time they reached Salt Lake City on Aug 15, 1863. Samuel and his family stayed in Bountiful that first winter. According to “A History of the Porterville Church” by Grace Kilbourne, it was September of 1864 when Samuel and Thomas Brough and their families arrived in Porterville, Utah. They came in covered wagons with their few possessions. Along with many others, they settled on the West Bench where they made dugouts in the sidehill. The dugouts were lined with adobies, had a roof of brush covered with dirt, an adobe fireplace and front wall. Samuel’s fireplace was in one corner. In the Spring, as the snow melted and the frost went out of the ground, torrents of water ran from the hills. The chimney and part of the wall washed away. It happened while Elizabeth was in labor. One account of this incident tells that little Emma was born in the dugout. Another states that Elizabeth was ill and had to be taken to the Thomas Brough dugout where her baby was born. In either case, Emma was born in a dugout, on March 25, 1865. Later they moved into a two room log house. That first year in Porter was very hard indeed. They lost little Eliza, now two years old. During her illness she kept crying for a potato. Her mother had no potato to give her. “Go over to Aunt Jane’s and get one,” she would plead. Elizabeth knew that Aunt Jane had no potatoes either. There are two accounts of how they watched through the night as the little one’s life slowly ebbed away. One, that they watched by the light of the fireplace: the other, that they watched and prayed that the light of the “bitch” (a rag burner in a dish of oil) would last as long as the child lived. Perhaps both are true, the bitch being lighted near the end. It is recorded that the bitch did last until the child was taken. The two brothers, Samuel and Thomas, had been taught the trades of brick making and masonry by their father, in England. Together they went into the brick making business. Their kiln was located in lower West Porterville, north east of the present Bud Creager home. (The -resent being 1982?). The burning of the brick was a big event in the little town. The burning required the constant attention of the brick makers for three days and nights. Townspeople often gathered in the evenings to watch. When the fire holes were opened to add more logs, they could see the beautiful glowing brick inside. The Brough brothers made their first brick in 1865, the first brick in Morgan County. They were purchased by John P. Porter and Lyman Wright. The houses made of these bricks are still in use today. One, which is owned by the Martin Lee family is being renewed to be entered on the register of the State Historical Society. The other is the comfortable home of Marion Fisher. Thomas was eight years older than Samuel. Times were hard, and there were few who could afford brick houses. In 1876 the Union Pacific rail road started down through Weber Canyon. Samuel moved his family to Henefer where he found employment. Prudence was born in Henefer. Samuel moved back to Porterville where he built a sawmill for making shingles and lathe. It was located on a creek in Hardscrabble Canyon. The creek is still called “Shingle Creek.” To provide for his growing family, Thomas decided to move to “Bear River Valley” (Randolph) where there was land to be had and where he would have his own brick making business. This settlement that was just opening up, seemed most promising. In May of 1870 he left his family and traveled to Randolph where he built a two room house. He traveled to Laketown for a “grist of four and bran,” then returned to Porterville for his family. He harvested his crops, sold his house to Charles White, and his farm to his brother Thomas. He then gathered together his family, including baby George who had been born to them in July, and headed for their new home. Their outfit consisted of one horse, one oxen, a prairie schooner (a covered wagon somewhat longer than that used in crossing the plains) which contained all of their household goods and in a box, attached to the wagon they carried pigs, ducks, and chickens. Two cows were driven with other animals, headed for the same destination. It took about a week for the trek. The heavily loaded wagon got stuck in the mud at Deep Creek. The family walked into town and waited at the Samuel Henderson and Samuel went back to free the wagon. It was after midnight when they finally reached the new little cabin. A pile of chips from the hewn logs had been piled in the center of the room. There was soon a fire going in the fireplace. Elizabeth sat down and dried. Was it that this move was so much improved over her earlier move to Porterville where they had scrambled to dig a hole in the hill, or was it what she was over tired and faced another colonizing period of hardship? ….Their first years in Randolph were years of great trial. When spring came Thomas cleared ground and planted grain and a small garden. He made chimneys for other people’s houses. When winter came he went to Almy to work in the coal mines, as did most of the men of Randolph at that time, leaving Elizabeth with her children, the animals and the homemaking chores. For their cows, they had gathered hay from the bottoms, east of Randolph, cutting it with a scythe, raking it with a rake, little bigger than a hand rake. They carried their water from Little Creek, until a well could be dug. (They called the well “the old windless”.) They had hard times for a long time. Their crops were not certain. It was not until an apostle of the Lord blessed the people and promised them that if they would live their religion and pay their tithes that the seasons would be moderated so that their crops would mature. (See history of Archibald McKinnon.) That was in 1884. The growing season was lengthened. Ben McKinnon a grandson relates that during his early life in Randolph, he never remembers the frost taking the grain or the garden. Three more children were born to them in Randolph, Hannah, Ben and Ada. This made eleven, nine of whom were still living. At this time Samuel built his brick kiln. He did much toward the building up of Randolph. Harold Brough tells that “Grandpa also made some adobes, but never very many. Some say he didn’t like making adobes”. He made the adobes and built the first adobe home in Randolph. It was located on Otter Creep where the Ray Hoffman ranch is now. He made adobes for the first church and amusement hall. He made the brick for the first school house in Randolph and helped to build it. It was an imposing structure of two stories. At one time he and Edwin Lamborn had two lime kilns in the old Laketown Canyon. Also he operated a lime kiln in town. He shipped out, by team, 100 tons of lime to many different places. With only a spirit level and a sixteen foot board as instruments he surveyed the canal that runs west of town. Eventually he acquired quite a lot of meadow and farm land. He experimented with many kinds of grass and hay seed to find those most suitable to the extreme climate. His own house stands today as a beautiful monument to his skill as a brick maker and mason. He was a long time in the building of it. It was the first brick house in Randolph and it still stands proud with its intricate brick work. It’s artistic entrance has a splendid bay window on the south and two large delicately arched front windows. Two stories high. It has lovely proportion. Each brick was produced by him, carefully packed in straw and hauled from the brick yard to the home site where, with the lime from his own lime kiln, he mixed the mortar and carefully laid each brick in place. His dainty, immaculate, artistic little Elizabeth (less than five feet tall), helped with the splendid dwelling. She accumulated beautiful china in her later years and her grandchildren remember her gleaming kitchen with its bay window, full of flowering plants, mostly fuchsias and geraniums. Her yard was also immaculate with flowers bordering the walks. A mound of pansies, lilacs were her favorites. They also remember the stylish black surrey, to get a ride in it their noses had to be clean and they had to be dressed in their “best bib and tucker.” Samuel had many grandsons. He furnished employment for most of them while they were growing up. There was work on his rather extensive farm and meadow holdings. It is said that at one time he did not know how many horses he had. They ran loose on the range, were rounded up in the spring, branded and turned out to run again on the free range. He also had lots of cattle. He owned and operated a saw mill. It was located on the little creek. To power it, Samuel made a ditch from the creek, around the hill. There on the hill he built a reservoir. A steel pipe carried water to the power wheel. Here he milled more than shingle and lath, as he had in Porterville. He always had a blacksmith shop. It was mostly for his own purposes, but he was always ready to help others with their blacksmithing needs. During his first years, when he and all the other men of the town worked at the coal mines, it came to be Samuel’s task to sharpen the miner’s tools. They had to be heated, tempered and then sharpened. He was considered expert, and was rated as the best by the miners. “Tall, straight as an arrow in spirit and stature”, it was said of him. Grandmother used to tell me that his father was a soldier in the English Army for a long time and that he used to line his boys up and train them as to how to carry themselves.” His hair was gray. He had many gray hairs when he was eighteen years of age. His beautiful gray hair and neatly trimmed gray beard gave him an air of dignity and worth. An incident in his younger years, in Porterville, bears this out. It was February on 1867, Samuel, Thomas and their wives, with baby, Emma and with their belongings tied in a bundle, set out for the Endowment House in Salt Lake City. They stopped over night on the way. When they presented themselves at the temple Samuel’s and Elizabeth’s recommend were nowhere to be found. Their hearts were heavy but the kind man in charge, said, “Your face will take you anywhere, you may proceed, when you find your recommends, send them to me.”