Morgan Pioneer History Binds Us Together We camped two days on the Weber River at a place called Henefer near the mouth of Echo Canyon. There was only one family living there at the time. The man's name was Henefer, the place went by that name ever since. He donated for the company five bushels of spuds, providing we would dig them. Sure we did and some of us went fishing. My first catch was a trout. One says, "Sure, let's weigh it." So they did; it weighed exactly five pounds. While camping there two days, we had all the spuds and fish we could eat. We had another struggle over the mountains to our last camping ground to Salt Lake in hopes of seeing the wonders of the world. On our arrival, we saw nothing except those that came with teams from all over the country to take back with them their relatives and friends that came through with the Handcart company. Everything we used on the trip belonged to the church. Wagons, carts, tents and oxen were all taken away, leaving many of standing in the hot rays of the sun; no relatives, not a friend, no nothing. We were poorly clad, barefooted and worn out. No one came to visit us; well, I couldn't blame them for that. We were too hard looking to be noticed. Some of us made up our minds to go to Farming- ton, a distance of twenty miles. Some walked. Some by chance got a ride on empty wagons going that way. On arriving there, we found matters not much better. I and my brother-in-law rented a small doby house - one room, one small window and a small fireplace in the one side of the room abut three and one-half feet wide, and one old homemade table. We found no work to speak of; the farmers had gathered in their crops and were busy hauling wood for winter. Coal was out of the question in these days. We fixed up the little shack as best as we could. We built what we called a bunk in one side of the room, of small willows and straw. We made our beds out of old quilts and truck that was left. We were short of bedding and clothing and many a night we would get up and stir the fire in the little fireplace and sit on boxes and put what bedding rags we had on the children. We couldn't get a days work anywhere. The neighbors knew our wants and hardships and once in a while they would bring us a little flour and small potatoes. We had plenty of them to subsist on; most of the time we lived on boiled potatoes with the jackets on and salt. We stood to eat as there were no chairs. To keep us in wood during the winter, a man by the name of Meriot gave us a yoke of oxen to work on shares. We gave him half of the wood we hauled. We would go to the head of Farmington Canyon, a distance of five miles; the snow was deep. Ephraim Robison and Mary Elizabeth Si My father and mother left Florence about the same time the Handcarts did and a man. Green by name, got my father to drive a team for him. He was a merchant from Salt Lake and had quite a lot of teams. He told Father he would furnish him and Mother all the way through and give him a gentle team with two yoke of oxen. When arriving in Salt Lake, he took Father and Mother to his home. He gave them a furnished room and all the necessities of life anyone could wish for. All my father had to do was to take care of the team. In the coming of the spring of 1861, they came to Farmington. I joined them there. We rented a house. We worked and saved our earnings over and above living. All was trade at that time. Whatever we worked at was either store pay or grain. We bought a small rack and in 1864 we took our oxen and cart, put what junk we had in the rack, and Mother rode on top. I and Father walked and drove the oxen to what is now called North Morgan, a distance of twenty-five miles. My oldest brother moved to the place in 1862. He was the first settler in that place. He was a widower. He married Elizabeth Simmons; she was a widow. Her husband was accidently shot and killed by one of his own party in 1857 in Echo Canyon while defending his rights in Company Twelve of 1,250 men, at the time of Johnston's Army disturbances. He left her with five children. My wife, their eldest daughter, was the first young girl to settle in that place with her parents. I helped to build the second log cabin in that place. Our first cabins were built very shabby; there was not saw mills where with to get lumber. We covered the first shanties with small poles, willows, and what we called wheat grass. The chimneys were built of rock, and one small window cut in the side and no glass in that. No lumber for a door, nor floor. We lived on a ground floor and dirt would gather; then we would take it out with a shovel. To gather the dirt, we would tie a bunch of fine willows together and