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Show Morgan Pioneer History Binds Us Together should serve the best possible purpose. They were tucked away and used only in cases of illness, when the patient could no longer eat the coarse unpalatable food of that time. Then it was that the little box was brought out. A cup of tea with real sugar and a tiny bit of currant jam was carried to the home of the patient, where it was hoped it would be the means of getting a little nourishment into the poor weakened body. Used in this way only, these meager supplies lasted more than a year. Grandfather took up land in Centerville and after a few years, they moved up to Morgan in Weber Valley and staked off a farm in Porterville. The town took its name from these early settlers, Sanford Porter Sr. and his sons, Sanford Jr., Warriner and John P. Porter. From the journal of my father, Charles G. Porter: "We entered the little valley that is now called Porterville, and at first I thought it a lovely place to live, but one day a band of five or six hundred Washakie Indians passed our home on horses single file. It seemed hours before the last passed. Some of the squaws had tent poles, one fastened to a strap around the horse and the other dragging on the ground. All my life I had been frightened of Indians. Now the fear was multiplied many times over as I had seen so many at one time. "The depredations of the Indians were ever reaching our ears. At Logan, a little girl playing at her mother's door, was taken. Her parents, Brother and Sister Thurston, were frantic and almost lost their reason over it. Everybody not only sympathized, but did everything in their power to locate her and, if found, would get her at any sacrifice. The girl was never found. "One day my mother and Nell and I were alone in the house when mother saw an Indian coming toward the house. She locked the doors and took Nell and me out the back door and rushed for the nearest neighbors. But the Indian saw her leaving and ran across the lot heading us off. He caught Mother and forced her back in the house. Then he made her open the cupboard and cellar, and give him all the food he could find. He appeared to be mad and handled her roughly. Uncle Sanford had seen the Indian from his field, and ran home for his gun and sent word to the neighbors. Then he hurried to our rescue. He surprised the Indian, drew his gun, but did not shoot. The Indian ran out the back door and was soon out of sight. After a short discussion, some of the men were sent to Chief Washakie to report the incident. The chief and a few other Indians, with a white man who lived with them to act as interpreter, came over and a settlement was effected. The Indians were camped at the edge of the village, south and east of the place where Mill Creek (Hardscrabble) joins East Canyon Creek. Their tents covered an area as large as a good- sized farm." In the years 1863-64, Grandfather built a two story brick home. There being a family of eleven in all. The following incident, which occurred while the brick house was being built, was told to me by my grandmother. They were living in the little three room log house, and they were very crowded. The log house was just behind the new house, and when the bricks of the new building were just up to the square, Grandma decided to put a bed in one of the rooms. The doors and windows were made secure and a bed was moved to the new building. Three of her daughters were put in there to sleep. One night soon after they had all retired, Grandmother was awakened by a voice which called her. It said, "Mary, get up and move Eliza." She was instantly awake and lay there wondering about the voice she had hears. Finally, she decided it had been a vivid dream, and dropped off to sleep again. But soon the voice called her again and, in the same tone, said, "Mary, get up and more Eliza." Instantly wide awake, she arose from her bed, lit a candle and went to the room where the little girls were sleeping. She examined the windows and doors and looked everything over carefully. There was no extra bedding and every bed was full, so she decided she was being foolish. She tucked the children in carefully, went back to her own bed and was soon sound asleep again. But while she was sleeping, the voice called a third time and, in very emphatic tones, it said, "MARY, GET UP AND MOVE ELIZA." Lighting a candle, and taking a quilt from her own bed, and coats and shawls from pegs in the wall, she returned to the room where the children were sleeping. Everything was still in perfect condition. But she folded the quilt and laid it on the floor. Then reaching across the other children, she picked up Eliza who was sleeping nearest the wall, and laid her on the folded quilt on the floor. She covered her with a blanket from the children's bed, then distributed the shawls and coats where they were most needed. Again she returned to her own bed and slept without further interruptions. Next morning she woke early and with the rush of getting the family fed and off to work, the incidents of the night were forgotten. With breakfast well under way, she went to the little girls room to call them for breakfast. When she opened the door, a terrifying sight met her eyes; one of the walls of the room had caved in and on the bed in the spot where Eliza had |