Morgan Pioneer History Binds Us Together He was a hard worker - farming, shearing sheep, making bricks in the summer, logging in Hardscrabble Canyon in the winter, and cutting and hauling trees to the shingle mill owned by his brother, Samuel Brough. They spent a lot of time breaking roads to keep open all winter, working in snow and cold almost every day. Toward the spring of 1885, he with three other men were buried in a snow slide. Luckily they were not too deep and help was nearby. They also rescued two horses out of the six. A larger slide had occurred first covering rocks and filled ravines, otherwise these men probably would not have been saved. He would haul wood and chop enough to keep the family warm while he was working in the canyon hauling slabs and shingles to Morgan, where they were loaded on cars and shipped away. There was no coal then, so it took a lot of chopping to keep from freezing. The following was taken from his diary of February 1866: "I went to the sawmill in Hardscrabble Canyon, stayed overnight. The next day I walked over the mountain to Bountiful, went to Salt Lake City to meet with Junius F. Wells about M.I.A. work. Gave him $9.10 for contributor subscriptions. Spent Sunday in Bountiful going to church and visiting with friends. On Monday, March 1, 1886, walked from Bountiful, Davis County, to my home in Porterville, over the mountain, down Hardscrabble Canyon. There was lots of snow, a very hard journey." One day while he was speaking in the Porterville meetinghouse, the spirit of prophecy came over him, and he said, "There are people under the sound of my voice who will see this building lighted with electricity." Some years later, the first electric plant was built in Hardscrabble, The powerlines passed the church to get to Morgan City. Many of the people saw this fulfilled. In 1899 he was encouraged to go to Star Valley, Wyoming, to make bricks. Several attempts had been made and failed. He had to leave his family, buy a piece of property, hire help, and work very hard himself. He worked at mason work and built chimneys. While laying brick, he fell from a scaffold striking across a floor joist and broke some ribs. Doctors said he would be unable to work for several weeks. In was conference and he said if the visiting church authorities would administer to him, he would be all right. He received the blessing and was back to work the next day. The history would not be complete without the mention of the horse Old Dobbin. He was the silent partner in the brick business for nearly thirty years. He was purchased from the Indians. He learned just what was expected of him around the brick yard and carried father around the Stake for his appointments and to Star Valley and back many times. In the fall of 1899, father was called home from Star Valley by the serious illness of his wife. She died September 19,1899. This was a very sad trial for him as he had to leave his motherless family of seven children and return to Wyoming because he had so much invested. The following year, the baby that was born when his wife died passed away. He returned to Morgan, a broken-hearted man. His oldest daughter was soon married and his son went on a mission. He again farmed and made bricks during the summer. In 1903, while working in the brickyard, he became sick. He died in April 1904, leaving six children and one grandchild. ©£> Jonathan Browning Jonathan Browning was born October 22, 1805, Brushy Fork at Bledsoe Creek, in Sumner County, Tennessee. His father, Edmund Browning, was born November 14, 1761, in Culpepper County, Virginia, a descended that went back a long line to Captain John Browning who came to America in 1622 aboard the Abigail and established one of the first families of Virginia. Following the war, Edmund married and moved to Tennessee with his new bride cutting out a farm near Brushy Fork. The seven children of Edmund and Sarah Browning were bom here. An old Sumner County history notes: "From the beginning, the men of the country were in constant peril. They seldom ventured from their homes without arms .. ." The farms were not successful. There was much game and Jonathan probably learned to shoot almost as soon as he was old enough to shoulder a gun. There was no school, no church, and no community as such; only a number of widely scattered farms.