any minute I would be tipped over and drowned. I was very frightened so I prayed and then trusted the Lord. I was carried safely to the Island and stayed at the Church that night. The next day I went on to my brother and sister. I remained there until fall of 1856 and then left Toronto. I came to Ogden and lived in Mount Fort until the spring of 1857. The Reformation took place during this time. People were supposed to forgive and forget every injustice they had committed before Morgan Pioneer History Binds Us Together they could be baptized again. I was baptized in the Ogden River. I started to work for George D. and Jedediah Grant. In the spring of 1858, President Young ordered everyone to move south to get away from Johnson's Army. We returned to our homes in the fall. In 18601 moved to Weber Valley (Morgan County) with Grant's family. We fought grasshoppers for about seven years. While working for Grant, I took up a claim and made me a home. ®® Alfred Bohman Alfred Bohman was born December 10,1833, in Gotofors, Smoland, Jonkoping, Sweden. His father was John Bohman and his mother was Marie Christine Jonsson. He was a second child. His twin sister, Ingrid, died when she was eleven days old. While working in a cutlery shop in Stockholm, Sweden, a spark flew out and hit him in the eye. As a result, he lost the sight of his left eye. Later in life, a cataract grew over his other eye, and before he died he was almost totally blind. He loved to read and did much of it before he lost his sight. James Carrigan recalled that it was a terrible thing to take away this enjoyment. He loved to read the church works and was real versed in them. He and his brother, William, came to America together. He joined the John R. Young Company and came to Utah in 1863. He drove a team of oxen across the plains to pay for his way. The weather had been bad for several days, and the morale of the company was low. The storms had been electrical and very severe. One morning when the oxen were being hitched up, some were hitched to the wagons, some had their yokes on, when like a crack of a gun, they stampeded. Fifteen members of the company were killed. One was a pretty nineteen year old Swedish girl. Grandfather said they had had a courtship while crossing the plains and probably would have been married when they reached the valley. When Grandfather arrived in Salt Lake City, his company was sent to Morgan County to settle it. William, his brother, came with another company which was sent to Sevier County. For many years, they didn't know where their brothers were sent. Grandfather sent money for his father and mother to come to America. His brothers, Jacob and Victor, followed. Before the railroad was completed through Weber Canyon, he would drive his team of oxen to Devil's Gate. There he would take his wagon apart, strap it to his oxen, and take it over the cliffs. Then he would reassemble it and go on to Salt Lake City to get flour, groceries and material for clothes. Often it would take a week to make the trip. Many times he would walk over the mountains to Salt Lake City and would carry flour and supplies on his back. One time he carried a spinning wheel home for his wife. He used to go in the mountains and cut wild grass with a scythe and use it for hay. He took up a homestead in the hills west of Peterson. There he built a log cabin in which he lived while proving up on the land. He fenced this land and planted some crops. Many times Grandfather would go in the mountains to gather wood for fuel. One time he had his wood loaded and started down the road. His team stopped, snorted, and wouldn't go on. He got off the load, went around the team, and there was a bear. He took his ax and chased it, hitting it in the head. Grandfather married Christine Elizabeth Mattson in 1864 in Peterson. She was sealed to him in 1895 in the Salt Lake Temple. He was thirty-three years old when he married. They had three sons and two daughters. One son, John Victor, died when he was a year old. My grandfather always called his wife Stina Lisa, and she always called him Booman. They spoke both English and Swedish well. My grandfather, Alfred, was a big, broad-shouldered Swede. He stood six feet in his stocking feet. My first recollection of him when I was small, was that he was a big man with a long, grey beard hanging halfway down his chest. His beard was streaked down the center with a dark, vile-smelling substance.