Elder Berry left a family of thirteen children, the youngest of which was bom after he left for the mission field. The bodies of both men arrived in Utah by train on 22 August 1884. Thousands of Saints assembled at the various railway stations as the bodies were transported through the territory; Elder Berry to Iron County and Elder Gibbs to Cache County. President Joseph F. Smith, in the absence of Presidents Taylor and Cannon, published a request that memorial services for the missionaries should be held in the stakes of Zion on 24 August.57 At 2:00 p.m. on Sunday, 24 August, the Saints assembled in Morgan for a memorial service. President Willard G. Smith addressed the congregation. The Ogden Herald carried the following report of President Smith's address: President Smith delivered a very impressive address, and while expressing condolence for the bereaved said he thought no one could sympathize with the bereaved better than himself. The killing of these servants of God brought back to memory what he witnessed at Haun's Mill, when his father and brother were murdered and another of his brothers was seriously wounded. He was but a boy then, but he would never forget the horrid butchery. . . . Himself and six more children were in a house at the time the mob commenced firing, and the bullets passed through the house in every direction. They all crept under a bed that was in the room and stayed there for a while. The thick casing of oak around the house, about two feet high, protected them from the shower of bullets fired upon them by the mob. As there was no let up to the continuous firing, they agreed to leave the house to find a place, if possible. On emerging from the house, the mob occupied a semicircle around them, but they passed out of a door, traversed the millrace on a plank to a house by the mill, where they found Brother [the reporter forgot the name] whohadgotintothecellar.Hewas shot through the body eight times. 'He begged me,' the speaker continued, 'to lift him out of the cellar.' I did so and notwithstanding the many times he had been shot, he lived some time after. From this house we made our way to a corn field, dodging behind the shucks of com, the mob firing on us little children as they had done during the whole of the time. The children who stayed behind in the blacksmith shop were killed. When the firing was all over, we found eighteen dead bodies, among them my father and brother. Our family was journeying to find a new home at the time. We had no means of getting coffins for the dead and had to bury them all together in a dry well. Myself andjoseph Young [senior president of the Seventy] dragged them to this improvised grave and put them in, but when we came to my brother, Joseph Young turned so sickat the sight that he said he could not help any longer, so I called my mother to help me carry my brother to the well. She did so and helped bury the rest. After we had covered them up, we made haste to leave, as the mob was still there anxious to complete their bloody work by murdering the rest of us. We took along my wounded brother and by my mother's wonderful faith, God raised up my brother and he is still alive. With the Mormon Battalion, I went to Mexico to defend my country although its officers in the time of my greatest trouble afforded me no 31