Daniel and Rachel smith Robison 17 done Daniel Robison was born in Franklin Co. Penn. March 21, 1831. He was the son of Daniel Alexander Robison and Nancy Wogoman. Rachel Smith Robison was born on November 19, 1836 in Franklin Co. Penn., and was the daughter of Daniel Smith and Cathrine Geeseman. 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 baptised a member of the Church of Jesus 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 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, my mother and her sister Margaret took these two girls to raise until the time came when mother's mother appeared to her and talked and conversed with her just the same as 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 waited until they were dismissed for recess; Sabina and Charlotte would run to them and spend a few precious minutes with them. Another sorrow came into mother's and father's lives they lost Annie, their baby girl. My parents owned a cosy little home and were very comfortably situated. I have often heard my father and mother speak of their beautiful cheery 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 Niaggra Falls, their little daughter, Agnes, age eight, died; they were unable to stop the train as they were travelling by contract; so their loved one was carried away by a negro and burried they knew not where. They travelled by rail and water 2,000 miles when they landed at Florence, Nebraska; they camped there two weeks while arrangements were being made for the Hand Cart Company; here they lost their little boy, Johnny, three years old. The outfit consisted of 240 people, 40 carts, 10 tents, 6 wagons, 36 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 canvas; the tongue of the cart had a cross piece fastened in the end about 2- feet long so that two persons could stand on either side of the tongue leaning their bodies against the cross piece. They called it pushing, instead of pulling. There were about four to seven persons to one cart; thus we see our pioneers trudging along day after day in the hot sun and sand. My father, Daniel Robison, was appointed captain of the company. It left Florence, Nebraska, June 7 and arrived in the valley August 26. It was one of the last of the Hand Cart Companies, and one of the most successful in its journey. My father tried very hard to avoid any trouble that might arise and was very well respected by all. Mother went with one of the wagons but walked a great deal of the way. She made noodles and dried them before leaving home which she shared with the sick and also made yeast cakes and had light bread all the way. Provisions were weighted out to each family once a week, and at one time was rationed out at 1/2 pound of flour a day, at time water was very scarce and at low boggy places shovels and spades were used and after digging two or three feet would strike water, which was about the color of rain water. At night when a oamp ground was reached the carts were placed in a circle leaving an open space of about ten feet, this was used for a correl for the oxen. The oxen were then unyoked and driven perhaps 1/2 mile away where they were watched by two men until midnight, when they were relieved by two others. when morning came they were brought in, each man yoked up his oxen and as soon as breakfast was over they were ordered to line up for another hot day. The carts were loaded with bedding, cooking utensils and sometimes children as their little feet became very tired at times. Mothers' lead¬ing their little children by the hands and bare-footed them¬selves, was very hard for them to endure. When camped for the night they would always offer prayer and sing hymns and seemed very happy. Their journey was very peaceful. Several bands of Indians passed, but they were not molested by them. At one time their food failed to reach them and my father swam the Platte River and arranged for provisions to be sent to the camp. On arriving at Sweet Water the bottom of the river seemed to be covered with fish; they could eat, which was a treat after eating salty bacon all the way. When they reached Green River all were taken across on a ferry boat except the oxen and they had to swim. while there they were very low on privisions and became very weak and hungry, when two wagons drove up loaded with provisions. They camped two days at the mouth of Echo Canyon on the Weber Rivor at a small town called Henefer. The twon was named Henefer in honor of the only family living there at that time; Mr. Henefer donated five bushels of potatoes, providing they would dig them; the fishing was very good so that every one had all the potatoes and fish they could eat. They reached SaIt Lake the end of their journey on august 27, 1860. Wagons, carts, tents, and oxen, everything that was used on their journey belonged to the church and were taken from them. My parents located in Farmington, and lived there three years; my father helped to lay the rock for the old rock meeting house in Farmington which is still standing. They moved from Farmington in the fall of 1863 to North Morgan. The first cabins were built of logs with small poles and wild wheat grass for the roof; chimneys were built of rock; one small window without a glass; no lumber for a door; a quilt or carpet was hung in place of a door; also a dirt floor; fine willows were tied together for a broom; beds were built out of poles; for chairs blocks of wood were split, holes bored in the bottom and round sticks Were put in for legs; they used tallow candles for lights, and sometimes they placed tallow in a tin plate and a piece of twisted cloth with one end to light. My mother spun yarn for cloth and dyed it, making enough for two suits of clothes, one for father and his son George. She also made her own yard with her spinning wheel and knit all the childrens stockings. In the fall they would made a barrel of soft soap, take it to Salt Laie and trade it in for dried fruit to be used during the winter. They passed through all the hard ships of early pioneer ways losing four children while living in North Morgan: Daniel, Birdie, Samuel and Arta, making seven in all that passed away. The Union Pacific Rainroad was build in I868 and 1869; money was more plentiful; machinery was used on the farms instead of cradels and sythes. My father was councelor to the Bishop in north Morgan for a number of years, also Superintendent of the Sunday School for some time; he lived an honest life and died at his residence in North Morgan after a lingering illness, March 25, 1907, a faithful Latter-day Saint. My mother was president of the Primary for sixteen years and councelor to the Primary Stake presidency for 24 years. she was the mother of twelve children. She passed through many trials and hardships and passed away very suddenly on the 4th of September 1905, at the age of 69 years. she is survived by five children: George, Brigham, David, Margaret, and Lucy. by Mrs. Lucy Robison Turner