arranging affairs on purpose, to oppose the work of God and His people. But if we are the Saints of God. we will be falsely accused, for the Savior said, "Then lift up your heads and be exceedingly glad, for so persecuted they the Prophets which were before you," and the Lord overruled in this, causing an investigation and peace was restored. We acknowledge His hand in all things for eye hath not seen nor ear heard, nor hath it entered into the heart of natural man the blessings laid up in store for them that walk uprightly before Him, for it is the spirit of our religion, to keep the law of the land. If we keep the law of God we have no need to break the law of the land, it is for us to deal justly, love mercy and walk humbly with God. So I conclude by saying, that I have not written the half, but what I have written is true. (Signed) H.S. Rawson I was released soon after and was called and set apart as a home Missionary and subsequently called and set apart as one of the High Councilmen of the Weber Stake of Zion, which position I still hold and sincerely desires that through the blessings of the Lord, I will be able to magnify while remaining in this mortal clay. In January 18901 was attacked with liver and kidney complaint, which disease still stays with me. How long my mortal body may last I know not, but I am in the hands of my Heavenly Father, and His will be done, not mine. This life story of Horace Strong Rawson was zoritten by him at Farr West, Weber County, Utah, on January 28, 1892. At that time he was sixty-five years of age. He died on February 18,1892, only three weeks after he wrote this story. Morgan Pioneer History Binds Us Together This is an account of the arrest and trial of Horace Strong Rawson for living with his plural wife, Mary Melvina Taylor Rawson as written by him: On January 26,1887, Department of United States Marshal's Whetstone and Steel came to my residence in Harrisville and served warrant of arrest upon me for unlawful cohabitation. About the time that I was ready to go with them, four more marshals had come up, so I had an escort of six marshals to accompany me to Ogden, On arriving in Ogden I was taken before Commissioner Black. The complaint was read. I pled guilty as charged, was required to give bail of $1,500.00 to await action of the Grand Jury. My plural wife, Mary Melvina Taylor Rawson, was also bound in the sun of $200. for her appearance. On May 5th I appeared before the Grand Jury and pled guilty as above and on May 9th appeared before the District Court to answer the indictment found by the Grand Jury. I again entered a plea of guilty. On May 28th, the day of sentencing, I appeared before his Honor Judge Henderson to receive the penalty. The Judge asked if I had any thing to say before sentence was imposed. I made a short statement and was asked if I had any promise to make. I had none. So I was sentenced to six months in the Utah State Penitentiary and was fined $100.00 and cost of suit ($62.50). I was placed in custody of Marshal Bowman and taken to the depot at six o' clock, many friends following to see me on the train. I arrived at the penitentiary at nine o'clock P.M. I served my sentence, paid my fine and costs and returned home on the 28th of October, 1887. ©9- Lydia Pond Rich I was born October 9, 1834 at Whiteside, Wiltshire, England, and the daughter of Thomas Pond and Ann Garrett Pond who were of humble birth, but strictly honest and taught their children the same. My father died when I was about eight years old leaving my mother with seven children, I being the youngest. In a few years my mother was married again to a man by the name of Isaac Pernell and we moved to his home in Trowbridge, a manufacturing little town with some of the best woolen cloth that is made in England. After a while I went to work in one of these factories belonging to the firm of Potter and Heywood, the same firm that my grandparents and parents had worked for. It was there I first heard of the Latter-Day Saints. Another young girl and myself went to their meeting for a little pastime and we enjoyed it very much and went quite often till we became thoroughly convinced of its truth, and in November, 1850, we went down into the waters of baptism. I was only a girl of sixteen years old. My parents belonged to the Baptist Church, 151