Morgan Pioneer History Binds Us Together had undertaken to cross the river in a boat, the boat capsized and he was drowned. There was a message from Dave's mother and widowed sister asking him to give up his trip east, but he did not feel that way. We camped that night in Dry Creek. That night there came Fred Kingston with another message from Dave's mother and sister begging him to return. 1 took his place as teamster so he could return. Everything went well until we reached Green River which was too high to ford, so we traveled up stream to Robinson's Ferry. There we found quite a gloomy condition of things. It appeared that one of the Mormon outfits had attempted to ferry cattle over; they rushed to the upper side of the boat which dipped water, the rope broke and six of the boys were drowned. This happened about an hour before we arrived. At the end of about six weeks, all the immigrants having arrived and loaded on the other teams, it was found there was none left for our outfit, so they loaded us with freight for Walker Brothers of Salt Lake City, where we arrived the latter part of September. (He enjoyed adventures in mining, driving his team, trailing cattle, even working as a flunkey or waiter in a hotel until 1872.) About the first of July, I received a letter from home informing me of the death of my father and requesting me to come home, so I hired out to a mule outfit that was going to Corrine for freight. We arrived in the middle of August where I took the train for Morgan, my home. I went to work hauling charcoal with my mother's team out of Hardscrabble Canyon and in the spring I put in a crop on her farm. On November 12,1873,1 was married in the old Endowment House to Sarah Jane Toomer, of Morgan City. There were born to us nine children. The next fourteen years I spent working my mother's farm in the summer and doing team work in the winter. In 1877 I was ordained a High Priest and set apart as second Councilor to Bishop Chas. Turner. I also served two stake missions, and filled the civil office of road supervisor. On September 11, 1879, I took as a plural wife, Mary Pricilla Lerwill, who has born me five children. We also adopted Wm. J. Cotrell whose mother died when he was sixteen months. In the eighties, drastic laws having been passed against the practice of polygamy, many men living in that condition were arrested, brought before the courts, and fined and imprisoned. Not having much relish for prison life, I spent considerable time on the underground railroad dodging from place to place to keep out of sight of deputy marshals. On December 20,1899, my first wife Sarah Jane Toomer Crouch died. Ebenezer Crouch died August 5, 1942. Buried August 8,1942, in Salt Lake City. An Interrupted Romance. A young girl by the name of Mariah Durrant was living in the home of her cousin, Edward Morris, in Morgan, Utah. A young man named Hyrum Phillips became deeply interested in the young lady and often came to the house to spend the evenings. The home was a tiny, two-room house and when Mariah's beau came, the children were scooted off to the kitchen for the evening. On one such occasion the children, Oliver and Lizzie Kingston, had caught a mouse, and tying a long string to its tail, they climbed a ladder into the attic, mouse and all. There were wide cracks in the ceiling and the youngsters were able to locate the exact spot where Mariah and Hyrum were sitting. Noiselessly, they crept to a spot directly above them and carefully lowered the squirming mouse down in front of the unsuspecting sweethearts. There were shrieks of terror in the lower room and shrieks of laughter in the upper room until the children were captured, thoroughly scolded, and sent to bed.