in the Captain John Hendley Companythe first company to arrive in the Salt Lake Valley that year. We had forty-six wagons and two hundred souls. There were quite a number of young folk my age. Before we started, the Captain gave orders for none to go ahead or stay back of the company. He warned us of the Indians and Mountaineers who had been known to steal the women and girls. There were lots of currents and plums along the road. We used to pick a great many. I never would stay back of the company, I never got as many as some of the other girls, and I got a scolding about it. One day I was where the currents were thick. I was going to get my bucket full. When I looked up, the company was way up the road. Just at that time, a big Mountaineer sprang up in front of me. I was so frightened, I couldn't speak. I saw the Captain coming back to see if anyone was left. I waved my hand, he saw me, and came sideling up. He took us both back to camp and gave the Mountaineer his supper and a bed. He was gone before morning. The Captain gave us a good lecture. He saved me from being captured. I walked most of the way barefooted. I started with two pairs of shoes. I wore one pair out and kept the other pair as I did not want to arrive barefooted in Salt Lake City where I expected to meet my brother. I only rode when it was storming or when crossing rivers. I enjoyed my journey. We had no deaths and very little sickness. My brother was going back to St. Louis after me had I not come that year. We arrived in Salt Lake in 1855. After arriving, I did not know where to go as my brother was not there at the time. Mr. Bowers took me in. I stayed there until after the October Conference. Then I went to Ogden with Thomas Howell who said he would give me a home until I could get work. Then I went to Mr. Marriott's home who had a family and two wives, Elizabeth Stewartthe later my friend whom I met when we first started to Utah in 1854. I became Mr. Marriott's third wife on November 5, 1855. Later he married Margaret Burton. We all lived in Marriottsville which was named for my husband. We endured hardship with the other pioneers. For four years, we never saw money. We had lots of grain and traded it for groceries. At one time, tea was five dollars a pound. At times, flour and sugar were very scarce. One year my husband raised flax to make jeans. Margaret and I spun the flax into warp. When we moved South, we went as far as Salt Lake and stayed there six weeks. We had two wagons but only one cover. The weather was stormy. We were living in a house where there were two windows opposite each other. Brother Bushforth put the warp we had spun from window to window on a wooden rod. I sat on one side and Margaret on the other. We handed the ball back and forth then beat it up, and made four widths of carpet instead of jeans. This we used for the cover for the other wagon. Then we moved South to Payson. When the soldiers settled down, we went back to Marriottsville. I lived there until my first child was born. Then I moved to Ogden and lived on the corner of 23rd Street and