In September of 1873, Ira married for the third time when he took Louisa Gib¬bons Carter as his wife. He was 63 and she was 46. There were no children from this union. She was born, 26 January 1826, in Sillstone, Chettenham, England, a daughter of Samel and Sarah Gibbons. Her first husband was Simon Carter. Ira Newton Spaulding owned a handsome carriage and fine team of horses. There were no funeral homes at that time and people had to take care of their own dead. Ira Newton was called on to furnish his rig and team as a hearse in times of death. This neighborly service continued throughout his later life. He died 10 years and one month after the death of Ann Eliza, the bride of his youth. He was buried beside her in the Uintah Cemetery. He served as Bishop until the day of his death, a total of 15 years. —T. Leonard Smith, Rexburg, Idaho OLD CHUB AND THE BUGGY We had a little bay horse we called Chub and he was the laziest animal I have ever seen. Dad said he was as slow as cold tar in the wintertime. He never did go faster than a slow walk unless forced to. We were driving him hitched to the buggy one day and were on our way to school when Chub decided to slow down to where he was barely moving. No amount of urging could get him to move faster. When we came to the old slough below our farm Earl, my brother, and I got out of the buggy and cut a few willows. We then proceeded to sharpen one of the will¬ows to a point. When we finally got moving again at a snails pace we gave Chub a poke with the sharpened willow, which galvanized him into action. He kicked his hind legs up over the dashboard of the buggy and fell flat on his stomach. A buggy full of screaming kids didn't improve the situation. The buggy shafts snapped off and the buggy rolled up over old Chub. This terrified him and he str¬uggled to his feet, letting the buggy coast down off his back. We had a hard time explaining that shenanigan to our Dad. I don't remember if we trade it to school that day or not. Being kids that wouldn' t have worried us too much, but it ended our buggy riding for a while. —Cliff Robinson, Palmdale, California 129A