and scarcely enough clothing to cover up our bodies, we lay on the rough hard boards of that steamer at night. We had very little to eat and the cook seeing mother so weak and frail, would often bring her some warm soup or gruel, which she appreciated and enjoyed so very much. She only weighed about one hundred pounds. When we caught up with the Saints, we immediately made preparations to start the journey across the plains. There was only one wagon for ten of us, and also for food, bedding, and clothing, so you can see there was no room for any one to ride. Mother walked every step of the way. It was rough and a hard journey and only by the help of our Heavenly Father, did we ever reach the valley. Father was a large powerful man, and when night came he would take mother in his arms, and would hold her close to him which seemed to renew her strength and courage. They were a happy, loving couple and I never heard one unkind word pass between them. On one occasion, my sister, Elizabeth, another young lady, and myself and some boy friends, started out inhead of the company; thinking we could follow the road. Like all young people of our age, we thought we could take care of ourselves perfectly, but instead we became lost. After traveling a long time, we came to a mountain which we climbed with much difficulty. We hoped that when we reached the top, we could see the company. Instead, to our dismay, we saw a band of Indians. Not knowing whether they were friendly or hostile, the young men told us to wait behind some bushes while they went down to the camp for water. Our tongues were swollen and we could scarcely speak. Our boy friends returned with some water and also an old squaw. We had never tasted anything so good as that water. With difficulty we explained that we were lost and could not find our way back. With great effort she made us understand that for Elizabeth's stockings and my petticoat, she would help us find our way back. This we gladly did and she then showed us the way to our camp. We arrived just at dark and a company was being formed to search for us. Never again did we venture away from our camp alone. The journey was hard, but I never heard my mother or father or any of the Saints complain at all. In October we reached the valley, footsore and very thankful, though weary. That winter we lived in one room in Little Cottonwood Canyon. In the spring of 1854 we moved to Kaysville, Davis County, and we worked very hard to build us a home. In the spring of 1857,1 married Levi Roberts. One daughter, Sarah Elizabeth, was bom to this union. On Morgan Pioneer History Binds Us Together April 1, 1858, I was granted a divorce. (Through neglect and abuse) After I obtained it and before I remarried, many are the times my ex-husband would come to my home to see me. I vowed long before I got my divorce that I would never have any more children for him. In the spring of 1861,1 married Samuel Carter in the Endowment House in Salt Lake City. We went from Kaysville and back, riding a two-wheeled cart (two wheels of a wagon) drawn by oxen,. Thus we made our wedding trip. Avery different form of transportation compared to that of today. My husband had to walk and guide his oxen most of the way, so was not much spooning or love making during that journey. Ellen (my husband's first wife) had a lovely supper prepared for us when we returned from being married and we were all happy. We lived in Kaysville for three years. On December 15,1863, a son was born whom we called William Henry. In the fall of 1865, we moved to Round Valley, Morgan County, where my husband farmed, taught school, etc. When the railroad was built through Morgan, Ellen and I cooked for quite a number of the men who worked on it. The money we earned at that was a great help to us, because prices at that time were so high on everything. While we were still living at Morgan, the grasshoppers came in great hordes eating everything in their path; and leaving the fields a barren waste. They were so thick that they would hide the sun from view when flying. That winter was hard for everyone. Often all we had to eat was boiled wheat or bran bread. Four more children were born to us: Ann Aliza, February 20, 1866; George Edward, bom April 1,1867; Joseph, bom January 31,1869; and Alice was born May 2,1871. It was in the fall of 1868 that my mother was taken very ill. I nursed her for many weeks, but she grew steadily weaker and passed away in December of that year. Just after she died, I was feeling faint and I went outside for some fresh air. I was leaning against the house for support, trying to overcome the first great sorrow that had come into my life. I was suddenly conscious of beautiful music; as I listened a few minutes, it seemed to come closer and closer until it seemed to surround me; then it stopped for a few minutes, and then it began again, sweeter than ever and receding into the distance. It was the most beautiful music I have ever heard in my life. I could easily discern the different instruments, even the drum beats. I returned to the house and found no one there had heard the music. It was about two o'clock in the morning, and we lived some distance from town; it could not possibly have been earthly music. 39