Jemima was age sixty-five at the time of John's death. As a young woman she had been tiny in stature, with small hands and feet, brown hair and blue eyes. As she grew older, her weight was always a problem. Her son used to call her, jokingly, "a little round butter ball." She was almost as round as she was tall. The life of a polygamist wife was anything but smooth sailing. Many jealousies and bad feelings among children, and wives, were often a problem. The men's dedication to church affairs left wives alone much of the time in those days. Jemima loved the gospel, but was very shy at taking part in public affairs. Her first and last concern was always John and the children. Morgan Pioneer History Binds Us Together After Jemima's health began failing, she went to live with her children. She lived for a time with her son, Benjamin, at Echo, and also with Lyon. As her health continued to fail, she went to live with her youngest daughter, Elizabeth (Bessie) Hardy, in Morgan, Utah. Jemima helped raise a grandson, Joseph Toone, son of Felix, whose wife died at Echo, Utah, when the boy was born. Jemima lived fourteen years after John's death, and died January 3,1907, age seventy-nine. She was buried in Croydon, by the side of her husband, John, in the beautiful little valley where they helped build a settlement. ©9- ■ — Sarah Augusta Squires Toone Sarah Augusta Squires Toone, born at Welling, England, March 8, 1848. Her parents, Henry A. Squires and Sarah Catlin Squires, joined the Church of Jesus Christ of Latter Day Saints. When she was eight years of age, her parents immigrated to America with their five children, Sarah being the oldest. They sailed on the Marya. It was a six week journey. They landed at Boston and from there they took freight cars and traveled till they came to Council Bluff, Iowa. They stayed there six weeks while the people made hand carts before starting on their journey. "I had the ague, chills and fever all the way through the states. When the weather came cold, I got better. We gathered hazel nuts, sang, and as I grew stronger, I pushed the handcart. Clara and Agnes rode in the handcart and I pushed and father pulled. "One day we were going up a very steep hill. It was so muddy that my shoes came off. Father said never mind your shoes, but don't let go or the cart will roll down the mountain. My little help did more good." They came with the Edward Martin Handcart Company and this company has gone down in church history because of the disastrous outcome. A few of the incidents are described as follows: The emigrants that composed this company were from Europe, England, Scotland and Scandinavia. They left Iowa City the latter part of July. There was time for them to have reached Utah in safety or with little suffering, but for the early advent of unusual severe winter. Historians tell us that the full tale of the sufferings of these emigrants has never been uttered by tongue or pen. The men and women pulled loaded handcarts; sometimes the small children would ride in the carts while the older children pushed. They traveled at first, joyously, but soon the winds of an early fall began to blow and their joys were turned to fears. They traveled in misery and sorrow, day after day. At times they made good progress, but at other times only a few miles between sunrise and sundown. So thinly clad, poorly fed, they were ill prepared for the hardships when provisions became low and they were put upon rations, which gradually grew less, as the emigrants grew hungrier and weaker. Sometimes their supply of bacon had to be used to lubricate the wheels of their carts. Death often occurred until their path could be traced by a trail of new made graves. One day it began to snow and the shrill winds blew furiously about the worn and weary travelers, who were faint with hunger and numb with cold. Meantime, on account of the severe cold which came early in October, relief parties were organized in Salt Lake and sent out to meet these emigrants, taking with them wagon loads of clothing, bedding and provisions. Scores of brave men risked their own lives, went forth to rescue this unfortunate company. This relief party found the Martin Company late in October, in a ravine between the Platte and the Sweetwater. These emigrants had about given up hope and settled down to die. Scores of deaths had already occurred and the ravine became a cemetery before the survivors left. Some of the men had become so weak they could hardly drive a tent peg. After scraping away the snow with a tin plate and frying pans, the snow lay from one foot to eighteen 205