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the brethren cleared away the brush and improvised a rude table, and I can assure you we had a feast indeed, spiritual as well as temporal. The food remaining was given to the pioneers to help them on their journey.

We arrived in Salt Lake valley in the evening of October 6th, 1847. From the mouth of the canyon we traveled in the dark, having no guide but the flickering light of the camp fires on Pioneer Square. Our tent was soon pitched,and we felt thankful to our Heavenly Father for preserving us on our long and arduous journey of four months, and that we had arrived at a place of rest. We lived in a tent until logs could be obtained from the canyon for a house. It must be remembered that at that early day there were no saw mills; the saw-pits were the only means of obtaining lumber. These were made by digging a trench ten feet long and five feet deep, above which trestles were built. The log to be sawed · was laid on these trestles. One man stood on the top of the log and another in the pit, and pulled the saw up and down. You can readily imagine that with this slow process it was a long time before we could have board floors in our houses. When we moved into our little two-roomed house there were neither floors nor doors.. We had brought two small windows with us. Of course we had no furniture, so we had to manufacture some the best we could. Our bedstead was made in one corner of the room by boring holes in the logs of the house about six feet from the corner on one side, four feet on the other and two feet from the floor, into which the ends of poles were inserted; the other ends being fastened to a post set in the ground. Wooden pegs were driven in these poles and the logs of the house at regular intervals, on which strips of rawhide were stretched, crossing from side to side and head to foot. This formed quite a comfortable spring mattress, upon which the bedding was placed. Our cupboard was made by placing a large packing box on its side upon some brackets made by fastening short poles in the walls. Shelves were put in, and these as well as other packing boxes which were brought into use as toilet table, etc., were draped with calico curtains. Tables and stools were formed from poles and boxes. These with the little wooden rocker and cook stove completed our house furnishings. Our candle was a little grease in a saucer with a twisted rag in it. I put some lamp black and yellow ochre into a little skini milk I obtained from a neighbor, and stained our door and window frames, using a rag for a brush, which made them look more homelike and saved considerable scrubbing. We had succeeded in arranging things quite comfortably when a cloud burst up City Creek canyon and the water came rushing down covering our floor an inch or two deep. Our provisions were our first care. They must be kept dry, and used sparingly. Our rations were weighed out for a week, so much and no more.

Segoes and wild parsnips were gathered and used as food. We did not have inilk; members of the company had lost some of their oxen while crossing the plains, and our cows had been used in their place. Graham gruel without milk or sugar was used for breakfast and supper.

The weather continued fine until March, 1848, when a storm came on and we had rain, snow and sleet continually for ten days. Our house being covered only with poles, grass and earth, it continued to rain in the house after it was fine outside. Wagon covers were fastened nearly to the roof over the head of the bed, sloping to the foot to shed the water and keep the bed dry. A large piece of table oil cloth was tacked up over the table while we ate our meals, and it was no uncommon thing to see a woman hold. ing an umbrella over her while attending to her household duties. The Fort presented quite a ludicrous appearance when the weather

In whatever direction one looked, bedding and clothing of all descriptions were hanging out to dry.

One of the greatest sources of trouble and inconvenience were the mice. The ground was full of them. They ran over us in our beds, ate into our boxes, and destroyed much valuable clothing Various kinds of mousetraps were devised, but relief was obtained only after securing a kitten from the only family of cats

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in the camp.

Early in the spring a man came into the valley from California with some pack animals, and brought some potatoes Mr. Horne paid him fifty cents for four potatics about as large as a hen's egg, from which he raised over a bushel of fine potatoes. But we could not eat them. They must be saved for seed. During that year quite a variety of good vegetables was raised. The melons, pumpkin and squash were very sweet. I made cornstalk molasses in my wash boiler, also melon preserves and pumpkin sauce by boiling the juice of the melons to syrup and thickening with squas! or pumpkin. We had beets, turnips, carrots and onions in the garden, and as we had been without vegetables for nearly three years, I thought I had never eaten anthing so good. Our sugar was all gone, but about this time a man brought some in from California. I had waited with others for an hour and a half to get into the house where it was, and then could only have one pound of brown sugar, for which I paid one dollar.

Now came the trial of our faith. We were using our last sack of flour, with the prospect of a fairly good harvest, when great, black crickets covered the grain and it appeared as though all would be destroyed. We were seven hundred miles from the western coast and one thousand miles from the source of supplies in the east, and the prospect was disheartening. Men, women and children turned out to fight the crickets, but nothing we could

do seemed to stay their progress. I can truly say that during these critical times my faith that our Heavenly Father would send deliverance never wavered. In their extremity the Saints united in calling upon the Lord in mighty faith, and He came to the rescue by sending large flocks of seagulls to devour the crickets and save us from starvation. It was one of the greatest miracles of this dispensation.

When the grain was harvested our troubles were not yet over. There were no threshing machines nor grist mills, and various methods were adopted to get the grain threshed and cleaned. Some used flails, made after the old English patterns, others would place wagon covers on the ground, put the grain upon them, and have the horses and oxen tread it. The winnowing or cleaning was done by placing the wagon covers on the ground on a windy day, and pouring the grain down upon them by bucketfulls from quite an elevation. As it fell the wind blew out the chaff and the grain would be comparatively clean. There was a handmill for grinding the wheat, but of course it was not ground very fine. Sister Leonora Taylor, wife of President John Taylor, had a piece of bolting cloth about a foot and a half or two feet square, which she tacked on to a rough frame made by one of the brethren, and that answered the purpose of a sieve, which went the rounds of the Fort when people were anxious to have a little fine flour for some special purpose. One of our greatest difficulties was to find material from which to make soap. We burnt sagebrush and took the ashes to make lye, but it was almost impossible to get grease enough to make the soap, as the cattle were so very poor.

After the harvesting was over Brother Taylor proposed that we hold a grand harvest feast of thanksgiving and praise to God for His blessing and protection over us in these valleys. A committee of arrangements was appointed. Our brethren built a large bowery, which was decorated with sheaves of wheat, oats and barley, bundles of corn and green branches. Tables were set the full length of the bowery. They were decorated with bunches of all kinds of vegetables that had been raised, also a few flowers, and made a nice appearance. Our cattle had fattened up by that time, so that we had good heef, which was prepared in a variety of ways, and with our good vegetables, home-made molasses and preserves, 1 believe I was as proud of our tables and the food on that occasion as I have been at any subsequent time under more favorable surroundings. Several of the Apostles and other leading authorities of the Church were present, songs were sung, short speeches were made, and a happy spirit prevailed.

Many little incidents occur to my mind when reflecting upon these early experiences, but I do not desire to weary your readers. I trust these little items of history may be satisfactory to you.Young Woman's Journal.

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If you belong to the ordinary class of mothers, you are doubtless being driven almost to distraction by the work to be done these beautiful spring days. Doubtless you can see more to do in ten minutes than you can do in ten days; not knowing what you can possibly leave undone, you are trying to do it all. The bright spring sunshine reveals the dust in every corner of your house, till you fairly ache to throw open the windows, throw all the carpets out and have a regular old-fashioned house-cleaning. The gentle spring winds make the winter underwear almost intolerable, and woolen dresses, coats and wraps a weariness to the flesh; they make the children uncomfortable and irritable. What a joy it would be to cast the whole lot into the rag-barrel or the missionary box, and start out with a complete new lot, so fresh and so satisfactory; in fact, you feel the new clothes are necessary to your own selfrespect at this season, but the price of them and the sewing of them-oh dear! If you are blessed with a garden, you feel that it is crying to you for attention; you must get a man to help there right off. There are numberless little repairs to be made at once, inside and outside of the house, and—well—there is no use, you are just about ready to give up! To give up what? the whole thing? That would be a pretty way out of it! No, no; discriminate a bit and decide upon the non-cssential-give them up, and then you will have time and strength and spirits for the essentials.

It is a great point to learn this discrimination, a very delicate point. You will need to study it to be sure of it.

In the first place as a step in this direction, when you come to the point of distraction from the ever muchness to do—stop! Either take a book or paper and lie down flat on your back for twenty minutes, or longer-don't read the book or paper if you can close your eyes and rest, but gec something between you and your work to change the current, the vibration, and you will rise with a clearer head and lighter heart. Better still, run out of doors for a walk in the fields or woods, nothing is in a hurry or confusion in the beautiful world of nature; let its gentle, soothing influence steal over your spirit, it will make you feel so smooth. I know a dear mother who, when duties pressed and crowded, simply stopped and sang a hymn really sang it; if you would know how much good it does one, try it yourself. Even

taking the time for a good laugh will clear the atmosphere and ease the strain!

Don't let this hurry and worry touch the children; help them to drink in the beautiful inspiration of spring. Open your eyes and help them to open theirs to the wonderful life all about them. Life and activity are teeming in all, through all, give them a share; if possible give them something alive to have for their own to care for, a pet of some kind, if it be nothing more than "a mother rooster” with a baby chicken.

Give the children a garden, a growing plot, if it be no more than a starch box or an earthen pot; let them plant something and watch its growth and wonderful development.

Don't worry your husband about all these matters either-not that he should be kept in ignorance of all that is needed; consult with him to the extent of giving him full opportunity to co-operate so far as possible; council with him to the extent of keeping him in full sympathy with all you are doing, but do not worry him about what you are not doing, what you cannot


The question comes, "What shall I do with my little thrceyear-old who will run away at every opportunity ?"

I know one mother, a model one in many ways, who has a splendid family of seven children, who takes little Miss or Mr. Three-year-old, and discoursing seriously on the subject, tethers him with the clothes-line in the back yard, repeating the punishment for every offense until the little roamaway sees the poin! and learns one of the very important lessons of childhood-of life-obedience. Has any one any objections or improvements to offer?- Ellen Lee Wyman.


Candy is a great problem with most mothers, and is the object of an absolutely uncontrolled desire with most children. It is a point of considerable difference with all who have theories about children. Did you ever know a child that did not love sweets, and does not every mother know that the child's first food is incomplete without it, and that the natural foods supplied by nature are always sweet?

In the question of candy, as in every other question of what is best for the child, there should be some principle to rule in every home.

I firmly believe if it is not denied it is not apt to be so great a passion. If the mother would systematically, every day, upon a certain occasion, produce a few little bits of candy and have the children feel that they can have it without

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