Happy Easter to All   from David &  Kathryn Gunderson

As I think back over all of the Easters in my life, I think the last Easter I celebrated in Japan during my
mission was one of the most memorable. In Japanese, Easter is called the Fukkatsu Sai.  
In English, that translates to the Celebration of the Resurrection, a much more fitting name than Easter, the name of an ancient European pagan fertility
festival.

On that last Easter in Japan, I was assigned to be the President of a small branch of the LDS Church in the beautiful city of Kofu, at the foot of Mt. Fuji. 

My companion and I decided to invite several of the members[1], who
had been especially helpful to us, to an Easter dinner.  Since we were living on tight budgets, the choice of food was important. Beef, chicken, pork and turkey were simply out of the question. However, the local butcher suggested that we might consider horsemeat, or perhaps as a last resort, lamb.

To us, lamb seemed to be the first and best choice, but our Japanese friends were
not so sure.  They all said that Lamb was “Kusai”. (In English: smelly or bad tasting.) My companion and I immediately mounted a campaign to try to convince them to change their minds about lamb. We asked them if they had ever tasted lamb and they all admitted that they had not,


We pointed out that Jesus had probably eaten lamb as much or more than any
other meat and since Jesus himself was the Pascal Lamb on that last Passover
before the beginning of the Christian Era, didn’t they think they should at
least try it. Well that did it. They all agreed that since it was “Fukkastsu
Sai”, they would give lamb a try.

Easter morning dawned bright and beautiful that year. In church services, we sang our favorite Easter hymns, the talks all centered on Jesus’ sacrifice and the
blessing of everlasting life that Christians believe His sacrifice guarantee to
us all.  We were all happy and felt greatlyuplifted by the spirit of the day.

That afternoon, our small group gathered for the planned Easter dinner. It consisted
of roast lamb (we roasted it in our stovetop oven and I thought it turned out great),
potatoes, rice, lamb gravy, vegetables, fruit, and a Japanese cake (Kasutera cake,
a sort of sponge cake). All seemed to go well. As the members were departing
for their homes, I made the mistake of asking one of the older Sisters how she
had liked the lamb. She turned to me and, with uncharacteristic frankness, said
“well it was alright I guess, but I still think it was “kusai””.

I remember other great Easters in my life. Easters in Moab, Utah with my cousins and the Easter egg hunts in the red rocks and sand of Arches National Monument. I still wonder what happened to the eggs we could never seem to find.

I also remember Easters in New Jersey with
my good friends the Hohmanns. I specially remember the giant chocolate Easter bunnies
I always gave to my godson Matt and “Omah’s” wonderful red cabbage. It was
always so delicious. After dinner, we often went to New York City to attend the memorable Easter Vesper services at River Side Church. They often
performed the great composition “On the
way to Emmaus” which recounts Jesus appearance to two disciples who were
returning to their homes in the small village of Emmaus, just after the crucifixion (Luke 24:13).   .

I also remember the
early morning Easter services Roger Stolen (a Lutheran) and I attended at  Trinity Episcopal Church in Asbury Park New Jersey (neutral ground to both Roger and I)  to hear our mutual friend Kent Olson (a Mormon) accompany the Trinity Church choir
for their Easter Services.

Above all, Easter is the time Christians reaffirm their belief in the sacrifice that Jesus made to make it possible for all of us to go “back home”.  We hope that each of you will feel the hope, joy and renewal of life that is celebrated in this great and happy
festival.

 

A Victorian Easter Card

                   

                    

[1] The families of most of our members did
not share their Christian faith, so church meetings & activities had to
serve many of the needs that are normally served by our families, especially
for Christmas and Easter.

Happy St. Patrick’s Day to One and All

Happy St. Patrick’s Day to One and All

My first encounter with the “wearing of the green” was on the 17^th of March in my kindergarten year and it was not a pleasant one. My mom had gotten me all ready for school that morning but had neglected to fortify me with something green. It seams that St. Patrick ’s Day is recognized by the Catholic church and some of the more liturgical Protestant churches like the Episcopals and the Lutherans. However, it is not a sacred day for most of the non-liturgical protestant churches like the Presbyterians and more to the point the Mormons.

When I entered the classroom that day, children rushed at me from every direction pinching me as hard as they could. I was caught completely of guard and was getting ready to fight the attacking hoard off when the teacher intervened, saved me and made a green shamrock for me to wear for protection for the rest of the day.

My next great memory of St. Patrick’s Day was when I was interviewing with Bell Labs. I had a free day in Manhattan and it was on Saturday March 17. My associates and I decided to go to the famous parade. I recall platoon after platoon of ethnically Irish mounted police riding by. In addition band after band from the local Catholic high schools marched by. I also recall that, there were policeman stationed at about 10 foot intervals all along 5^th Avenue. One of my friends remarked that the parade watchers were outnumbered by the police.

.Macys & Gimbals had changed their name to O’Macys & O’Gimbals, some people had dressed up like Leprechauns, every bar advertised that it had green beer and nearly everyone had a badge that read “Kiss Me I’m Irish”. The flower shops in the subway stations were even selling little cups of live shamrocks. (I was quite surprised to see that shamrocks were small like clover. I had imagined them to be about 2 inches wide and about 2½ inches tall, like the one my kindergarten teacher had made for me). In any case, everyone assured me that on St. Patrick ’s Day, everyone is Irish.

The true story of St. Patrick is a bit vague but it seams that he was born near

the west coast of Briton, across from the Isle of Mann, in the AD 380s. This was just as the Roman Empire was collapsing.

At about the age of 16 he was kidnapped by Irish raiders and sold into slavery. He remained as a slave for 6 years and then escaped. One account said that he felt that he had committed some sort of sin in his youth and that the slavery was just punishment.

His father and grandfather were Christian clerics and after his escape, he decided to become a priest and carry the Christian gospel to Ireland. After several years of study he was ordained a bishop and returned to Ireland. One of the great stories of his ministry is how he used the tiny shamrock to explain the Trinity.

March 17, 461 AD is accepted as the date of his death. His life was about 75 years in length. Since his birth date is unknown, his death date is used to commemorate his great work.

So Erin Go Bragh (Ireland for ever) to everyone.

 

 

David R. Gunderson

Neil Madsen photos

ANDREW MADSEN SR. JOURNAL PART III

The following is an account written by Andrew Madsen concerning  Chief Justice of Utah, Judge W.W. Drummond's resignation and his allegations to Washington of Governor Brigham Young and the Mormons destroying the records of the Supreme Court, Legislative Records, etc.  Also accusing the Mormons of detaining people from leaving the valley.   Drummond asked for the United States troops to be sent to Utah. Andrew records the events that brought about the (Big Move), when many saints were urged to move south before the U.S. Army invaded the area.

Andrew Madsen Sr.

David R. Gunderson  reproduced the original journal printed for private distribution several years ago and is currently working on a new edition to be published sometime in the future.

March, 1857, my brother Mads, the only one of the family who remained in Denmark completing some work and collecting the last payment due on the sale of our farm, started to emigrate to Utah in company with many others and landed here early in the fall.  His journey was not such as that of my father and mother as he came through during the summer months suffering no cold.  He was in company with Capt. Cowley.  He arrived at Philadelphia May 1st, 1857 and traveled by rail to Iowa City, arriving there June 9th, where they were fitted out with ox teams, arriving in Salt Lake City, Sept. 13th, 1857, with a wagon and yoke of oxen, bringing with him Owen Lillingquist and family.



In the spring of 1857, I, in company with Mr. Swensen assisted him in taking a load of flour to Green River with my oxen.  Arriving there I hitched to my father's wagon which had been left there the previous winter by my mother and brother.  I also brought with me some of my mother's clothing which she had left.  The trip was not the most pleasant one, but by so doing I came in possession of the wagon.



I returned to Brigham City and became the owner of a lot and after my brother Mads arrived, we worked together and in the Fall he married Miss Ellen Hansen, who had crossed the Pains with the same company.  We built a dug out which we lived in during the winter.



That winter Lorenzo Snow made arrangements to build himself a home and we presented him with a keg of nails which had been hauled by us from St. Louis, Monday March 30th.  Judge W.W. Drummond tendered his resignation as Chief Justice of Utah and in framing said resignation to be sent to the Executive at Washington, D.C., he included and wrote some of the most abominable falsehoods against the Governor, Brigham Young, and the Mormons, charging them with destroying the records of the Supreme Court, the Legislative Records, etc.  and detaining people from leaving the valley and many other falsehoods to send troops to Utah.



On July 24th, while the Saints were celebrating the 10th anniversary of the arrival of the Pioneers to Utah at Big Cottonwood Canyon, Abraham O. Smoot and Judson Stoddard arrived from Independence, Mo. without the mail, the postmaster there having refused to forward the same.  They reported that General Harney with two thousand infantry and a proportionate number of artillery and cavalry were ordered to Utah.  After receiving this information, the Utah Militia was ordered to be kept in readiness for an expedition to the mountains to prevent the approaching army, if necessary, until some agreements and understandings as to conditions had been affected.  This was in compliance with the request of Governor B. Young.



Tuesday, September 15th, Governor Brigham Young declared the territory of Utah under Martial Law and forbade the troops to enter Salt Lake Valley.  Large numbers of armed militia were ordered to Echo Canyon and other points to intercept the soldiers and prevent access to the valley.



Tuesday, September 29th, General Daniel H. Wells, left Great Salt Lake City for Echo Canyon, where he established headquarters.  About 1250 men from several military districts were ordered to Echo Canyon, where they engaged in digging trenches across the canyon, throwing up breastwork, loosening rocks on the heights, etc., preparing to resist the progress of the army.  About the same time, myself and about one hundred militia men under the command of Captain James Bywater marched to Soda Springs  and we pitched camp near Fort Hall.  Remaining there a short time, we returned to Brigham City and on October 10th, the officers of the Utah Expedition held a council of war at Hame Fork and decided that the army should march to Great Salty Lake Valley by way of Soda Springs.  The following day the march was commenced, but after several days of slow and exhaustive travelling, the expedition was forced to return.  October 12th, the militia was called out from Ogden and northern settlements and myself and about five hundred responded.  We went under command of Colonel West towards Soda Springs.  The object was to meet the Utah Army, but we were called back by an express sent by them.



About the first of November we were called out again under the command of Captain Bywater's Company to Echo Canyon, and at this time the United States Soldiers were cammped at Hame Fork and Black Fork, two miles from Fort Bridger and 115 miles from Salt Lake City.  During the first part of December, when deep snow fell, we were released and went home for the winter.



On Monday, December 21st, 1857, the Utah Legislature unanimously concurred in the message, policy and actions of Governor Brigham Young in stopping the Army.



On Monday, April 5th, 1858, Governor Alfred Cummings and Colonel Thos. L. Kane, with a servant left the Army at Fort Scott for Salt Lake City, arriving there on the 12th.  The new Governor was kindly received by President Brigham Young and other leading citizens and treated everywhere with respectful attention.



On Monday, April 19th, Governor Cummings and Colonel Kane examined the Utah Library where James W. Cummings showed them the Records and Seals of the United District Court, alleged to have been destroyed by the Mormons and many other investigations were made.  This accusation was one of the reasons why the Army was ordered to Utah.  A few days later the Governor sent a truthful report to the Government at Washington in relation to the affairs and denouncing the statements made by Judge Drummond.



Sunday, March 21st, 1858 the citizens of Salt Lake City and the settlements north of it, agreed to abandon their homes and go south.  All the information derived from eastern papers being to the effect that the approaching Army was sent to destroy them.  I, at that time, was living at Brigham City and myself, brothers and sisters, together with a great many others or practically all, began making preparations to move south as soon as Spring opened up and the weather would permit.  (This is known in Utah History as the "Big Move")

I was detailed to make boxes for flour, others to repair wagons and various other things in way of preparation.  Provisions were secured giving all of us a year's supply, which was furnished gratis.  About the middle of April many began to move south and my brother, Neils drove my team, accompanying my other brothers, mother and sisters, while I remained as a guard, being Capt. of ten, to see that our homes and property was burned and destroyed should they be disturbed by the soldiers.



We remained there for some time and during this time a band of husky Indians, about two hundred in all, came and camped upon the creek with us.  They were friendly and apparently sympathized with the people and it appeared that they had been out with the soldiers and understood there was trouble.  Many of them were clad with soldier blankets and flannel shirts.  I traded with a squaw some wheat I had scraped up from the mill for a buckskin and new red flannel shirt.  There was a tailor among us and he made the buckskin I had into a pair of trousers and this, with the red flannel shirt I had, was the first suit I ever obtained in Utah.



Thursday, May 13th, Governor Cummings left Salt Lake City for Camp Scott for the purpose of removing his wife to the City.  When he returned June 8th he found the city almost deserted by its inhabitants.



Friday, June 11th, the Peace Commission met with President Brigham Young and others in the Council House at Salt Lake City and the difficulties between the United States and Utah were peaceably adjusted, after which we were released, those having homes, principally returning to Salt Lake City.l  I took my gun and blanket and walked from Brigham City to Fort Ephraim, a distance of about two hundred miles, where I found our family.



Just a few days before I passed up Salt Creek Canyon on my way, Jens Jorgensen and wife, Jens Terkelsen and Christian and Kjerulf were murdered by Indians, while they were traveling through unarmed on their way to Sanpete Valley.



A few weeks after arriving at Ephraim, a Company of about ten went into the canyons for timber.  While we were getting out timber, a shot was fired and we all started for our wagons and one of our party came down the hill, having received a wound from the shot, which was fired by an Indian in ambush the underbrush being so dense we decided to retreat to the Fort.  However, the wounded man recovered.  That Fall we went to work supplying ourselves with hay, building houses and preparing for the winter; and on December 26th, 1858 I was married to Miss Johanna E. Wedergreen Anderson.



To us were born the following children:   (copied from Neils Madsen book)



Hannah L.             (died when 10 months old)

Louisa B.              (died  at 25 years old)

Andreas                (died at 15 days old)

Annie                    (died at 43 years old)

Emma                  (died after a few hours)

Andrew C.            (died at 67 years old)

Lauritz L.              (died at 2 years old)

Anthon W.            (died at 52 years old)

Neil M.                 (died at 54 years old)

Hilda E.                (died at 69 ?)

To be continued.........

ANDREW MADSEN'S JOURNAL PART II

David R. Gunderson  reproduced the original journal printed for private distribution several years ago and is currently working on a new edition to be published sometime in the future.

This is a continuation of Andrew Madsen's account of his conversion to the L.D.S. Faith and his trip across the Atlantic Ocean and the plains of North America.  His father, mother and brother, Christian  were among the William B. Hodgett's Company.  He gives their account of the very serious conditions, death and suffering of  the Hodgett's, Martin's and Hunt's Companies at Devil's Gate  and Martin's Cove.  His father, Lars Madsen, died there at the age of 61, due to the harsh conditions that he and others  had suffered . Lars Madsen  was buried at Devil's Gate, at the head of the Sweet Water and  near Martin's Ravine.

We stopped a few days at Salt Lake City and went to a meeting.  We met President Brigham Young and the leaders of the church, but could not understand much of their language.  Myself, two brothers and two sisters moved from Salt Lake City to Kaysville and there we arrived with but one dollar among us.  We were not able to get but very little work there and consequently sold one yoke of our cattle, bought provisions.  We also had a cookstove with us and this we traded for a yoke of young steers.  This I received for my portion of the outfit and I then left and went to Brigham City, December 1st and secured work with a carpenter for the winter and received for my services twelve bushels of wheat and my board.  This was very small pay but it was the best I could do.  Early in the spring my brothers and sisters moved from Kaysville to Brigham City.  Neils Peter was now married to Lena Frandsen and my sisters had both married Rasmus Frandsen, April 1857.  My father, mother and brother, Christian, who had remained in Denmark emigrated to the United States to join us in Utah.  They landed in Philadelphia and took the train to Iowa City, Iowa and remained there six weeks for some unknown cause before they could get fitted out.  They started out in July with ox teams, together with a large company under the command of Captain Wm. B. Hodgetts.  They traveled on into the wild and unsettled west, enduring many hardships.  October 9th they passed Captain Martin's hand cart company just as they were ready to start from Deer Creek after having stopped for dinner.


Many of them pulled their carts alongside of the wagons of Hodgetts  Company and it was enough to draw forth one's sympathy for them.  Seeing the aged men, women and children dragging carts and so many with haggard countenances.  They passed the Ft. Bridge  Plat and camped at the fording  place on the Plat River.


Hodgetts Company forded the river just before Captain Martins' hand cart company arrived and was further on ahead.  October 19th, the dark clouds were hovering  over the mountains and every indication was that winter would set in and on the morning of October 20th the ground was covered with snow, which continued to fall during the day and prevented their moving.  The morning of the 21st, the snow was about one foot deep, which almost prevented them from traveling.  It became very  cold and frosty.  Their oxen were getting so poor that many of them died.  As Captain Edward Martin left the soldiers' camp at Laramie, Wyoming, where they had obtained some provisions and Rogers, one of the last to leave after the Company, had gone on about a quarter of a mile, he espied Father Jonathan Stone (I think from the London Conference, a man of about 55 or 60 years of age) in the log cabin.  He was sitting on the floor by the side of a fire, the cook handing him bread and  meat, which he was devouring with relish.  Mr Rogers went and called him and begged him to come, as it was getting late in the day and he could see their company a mile or so off,  preparing to cross the river and the storm clouds were gathering quite low.  The only promise that he was able to get was that he would be along soon.  It was then between three and four o-clock and Rogers made all haste to catch the company before they commenced to cross the river.  Some of the Hodgetts teams had crossed, taking with them some of the aged men, women and children.  The remaining then began to ford the river, a distance of six or eight rods, slipping sometimes off the smooth stones, shoulders deep into the water.  Some of them were so weak and timid , but getting into the rope harness they were soon in the ice cold water, men and elder sisters, wading waist deep in several places, by keeping up courage, made the crossing without accident.  After all had crossed the river they camped for an hour or so, close by the river and after a tin cup or so of hot tea had been drunk and a bite to eat for supper, they traveled up the river a mile or two.


Father Stone did not reach the camp that night, but it was learned that he had become lost and wandered on to Captain Hunt's company, with a young girl by the hands about ten years old.  Being advised where they were, they then turned and started in the darkness in a direction of Martin's Company.  This was the last seen of Father Stone and the girl alive.  The following morning when Captain Edward Martin had missed him, he returned across the river to Hunt's camp and hearing about the last they knew of him, he turned east on our back track and within a mile learned from Peter Fredericksen, one of Hunt's guards of their death, Mr. Fredericksen having found some of the remains of both bodies and clothing upon which the Plat wolves had feasted on the night before.  The name of the girl I have never been able to learn.


On the morning of October 19th when Captain Martin's Hand Cart Company forded the crossing of the North Plat River they had to dodge while wading, the lage cakes of mush snow and ice.  The water was cold, indeed, and to many of the young women and middle aged mothers it proved a fatal crossing, resulting in the death of many and the ruining of the health of as many more, where from some of them never recovered.  The Hodgett;s Company rendered them all the assistance that was their power, but owing to their heavy loads and poor conditions of their oxen, they were barely able to handle their own luggage.  Captain Hodgetts Company, together with Willis Martin's Had Cart Company and Hunt's Company were all camped close together along North Plat River, near Red Buttes.  Owing to the heavy snow they were compelled to remain there for several days.  Franklin D. Richards in company with a number of returning missionaries, traveling with horse teams, passed the Company just before reaching Laramie and when he was at Laramie he purchased one hundred buffalo robes to be given to the emigrants when the arrived, as he knew that the cold would be severe and cause them much suffering.  This was one of the most appreciated things ever done for them as it was certainly cold and these were what the emigrants needed.  Mr. Richards arrived in Salt Lake City, October fourth and Conference was held on October 6-7-8.


When Richards arrived there, he at once made known the conditions of the emigrants and when conference was opened, President Brigham Young took up this important question and soon a relief party was fitted out and all gave what they could spare.  Equipped with wagon loads of provisions, a party set out with George D. Grant, Captain Robert T. Burton and Wm. T. Kimball, Assistant; Cyrus H. Wheelock, Chaplain; Charles Decker, Guide.  They journeyed on reaching Devil's Gate where they were snowbound.  This being the same storm which the reader will understand all the Company and Emigrants were snowbound in at the North Plat River, a short distance away, which you have just previously read about.


While the relief party were there snowbound, they sent out express men not to return until they found the Emigrants and to hasten on towards the relief company.  They traveled all day and camped in the snow that night.  The following day their horses followed a herd of buffaloes for several miles but the express men finally overtook them.  They then started back and soon were on their way in search of the companies.  After traveling on about fifteen miles, they saw a foot print of a white man in the snow.  This at once cheered the searching party and they cried out "We have found them."  They then rushed on for a short distance and came in sight of their camps.  They found Captain Martin's Hand Cart Company and Captain Hodgett's Ox Team Company and a little further down was Captain Hunt's Company, all snow boud.  There was no time lost in reaching them.


When they reached the Companies there was great rush of great joy and hand shaking, as they had nearly given up all hope of ever reaching Utah alive.  At this time they only had about a week's supply of provisions and the rations were then cut down to one half pound of flour to adults and one fourth to children.  They were at once requested to pack up and journey on to meet the Relief Party and on October 28tth, Hodgett's Company and the Had Cart Company started on toward's Devil's Gate.  The clouds began to gather together thickly for more storm and after they started the snow began to fall.  As they journeyed on it was very difficult, owing to the snow and mud.  All the men, women and children were compelled to walk as the oxen were as poor and many of them had died and they were barely able to bear the loads while ascending the muddy hills.


Conditions of great distress were witnessed.  The Companies were strung along for miles.  There were old men pulling and tugging their carts, sometimes loaded with a sick wife or child.  Women pulling along a sick husband.  Little children from six to eight years old were seen tugging along through the mud and snow.


As night came on, the mud froze on their clothes and feet.  That night they camped on Avenue Hill.  It was bitter cold and several persons died.  Next morning they started for the Relief Camp at Devil's Gate and the Relief Company moved on east meeting the emigrants at Grass Wood Creek.  Such assistance was rendered, as could be given, until they finally arrived at Devil's Gate Fort about November 1st.  There were some twelve hundred in all, one half with hand carts and the other half with ox teams.  The goods were all unloaded and they started again Sunday, November 2nd.  The snow fell very deep, the wind blowing ad drifting.  It became exceedingly cold and  on November 3rd Monday, they remained at the same place.  It was so cold that the Companies could not move during the day.  Joseph A. Young and Abe Garr were sent as an express to Salt Lake City to report our situation to get council and help.  Owing to the continued cold weather and snow the Companies were compelled to remain here several days, suffering much cold and exposure, it at times being as much as eleven degrees below zero.  ad for days the sun was not seen at all .  Charley Decker was here with General Burton and stated that he, with all his trips across the plains to Utah since 1847, had never seen the snow as deep or the cold so intense.


While remaining here suffering these many exposures and hardships, being reduced in rations to less than one half of the amount required and needed to eat, my father took sick, and after a few days of illness and suffering worn out from exposure and hardships, passed to the Great Beyond and died at the age of 61 years .  He was buried at the Devil's Gate at the head of the Sweet Water and near Martin's Ravine.  He was laid away as best that could be done under the conditions, as was many others, leaving my mother and youngest brother, Christian to move alone with the Companies.


Sunday, November 9th was a fine warm morning.  Captain Martin's had cart company and Hodgett's team company moved on at 11 o'clock.  Hunt's Company had not yet been fitted out and came on a little later.  Dan Jones, F.M. Alexander and Benjamin Hampton with several other brethren were left to reain and take charge of the goods left by Hodgett's Companies.  November 10th Monday, was a very fine morning, Captain Hunt's company moved out and the last wagons pulled out at about 2 o'clock p.m.  Captain George D. Grant, Cyrus H. Wheelock, Steve Taylor and R.J. Burton moved at 3 o'clock p.m. and camped that night with Captain Hodgett's Company.  As soon and as fast as relief teams arrived from Salt Lake, the hand carts were left and the emigrants taken in wagon load after wagon load with the goods left at the gate and soon after Captain George Grant and Company followed.  The  entire relief consisted of 350 horses and mules, 104 wagons and 16 yoke of oxen, together with all the provisions.  At Green River all the wagons were left  and most of the oxen were dead, others killed and eaten.  My mother, brother, together with others were placed in one of the relief wagons which reached there from Salt Lake and started with the companies to Utah.


When they reached the Weber River the two young men driving the team preferred to go down the Weber River and left the Company and started off alone.  They had to cross the River many times and at places the ice was broken and the horses could not pull the load up the bank and many times they were compelled to load and unload.


They were two weeks in getting through Weber Canyon on account of snow and  rough roads.  They arrived at East Weber December 21st 1855, while the other Companies arrived at Salt Lake City fully ten days earlier.  My brother, Peter, and family were living at Kaysville and learned of the arrival of mother and brother, which was a great surprise to us as we had not heard from them since we left Denmark.  My brother went to Heber with an ox team and brought them to his home which consisted of a dug out and a wagon bed.  There they remained over the winter, mother being nearly worn out from the exposure of so long a journey.  She left a good home and suffered much losing her husband and leaving all they had upon the plains.  She was glad to again be with her children and although she had sacrificed the loss of her husband and endured the hardships of the journey her faith in God and the religion she believed in caused her to rejoice and she felt that it was the will of the Lord.


to be continued