History of Frederick Augustus Herman Frank Mitchell

By Edgar Bentley Mitchell (son)

The following history was related to me by Edgar Bentley Mitchell, son of Frederick Augustus Herman Frank Mitchell, between the 3rd and 10th of July, 1967. The conversation took place at his home at 990 North 15th East, Logan, Utah.

Hezekiah Mitchell had been a student at Oxford. While there he learned stenography. Later when he came to Utah, he was the only man in the Territory that could take shorthand. He became Clerk of the Territorial Court because of his ability to take shorthand.

Hezekiah was a minister of the Methodist Church. He met and heard the first Mormon missionaries that came to Great Britain. He was a student of the Bible. His major had been religion, and he believed that the missionaries were preaching the truth. When the governing board of the church found out about his beliefs, they came to see him. He told them, "Gentlemen, this religion the Mormons are teaching is the truth." He said, "I am a student of the Bible and I know we are not preaching the truth, but we are trying to improve people. What we should do is incorporate the Mormon religion into ours." They said, "Well, brother, you're off the beam and if you don't quit it you know what will happen." He told them that if that is true, then to issue their ultimatum. I don't know how long it took for them to turn him out onto the street, but that's what they did. They had just paid him enough to live from month to month and they provided his home. So, he was destitute and penniless. Some of the people that had joined the church were well-to-do people and they took," the family in gave them shelter until Hezekiah could get a job. It wasn't long until he found a job. He moved his family to Sheffield and there learned the machinist's trade. He worked there long enough to earn steerage passage to America on a sailing vessel. It took him five years to earn enough money.

He had a brother living in Liverpool. He was a well-to-do man having inherited their father's estate. When he had been discharged from his post as minister he had appealed to his brother for help but had been refused any. When Hezekiah was ready to leave for America, he wrote his brother telling him that he was leaving on a certain date for America and that he would like to see him and say goodbye. His brother wrote back to him and told him and if it were his funeral he would be glad to come, but if he was following Joe Smith he never wanted to see or hear from him again. He never did. When my father, Frederick, went back to England and searched the history of the family, he met the daughter of this Uncle of his. She was an old maid, and an artist who was quite highly thought of. She invited father in and treated him royally.

They were six weeks in crossing the Atlantic. Father was about 14 years old at this time. They arrived in New Orleans. When they arrived there was smallpox and malaria on the boat and it was put under quarantine. All of the family had either malaria or smallpox except my father. They were under quarantine for three weeks. When father had been on the boat long enough for them to determine that he did not have malaria or smallpox, he got permission to get off the boat.

Father was never in school from the time the family went to Sheffield. He served an apprenticeship in an engraving shop that manufactured razors. It was still in business when father went back there on a mission in 1900. He bought me the first razor I ever owned from that shop. He was in the engraving department and learned the trade.

When he got off the boat, he went to the big plantations. He would stay there for several weeks at a time and engrave the owner's monogram and coat-of-arms on the silverware. He told me he averaged $5.00 a day. This helped buy medicine for the family back on the boat.

They had their passage paid up the Mississippi River to St. Louis, so when they were out of quarantine they went to St. Louis. While there in St. Louis, Hezekiah built the wagon and bought the oxen that carried them to Salt Lake City.

During this time, my father (Frederick) went to work in a trading post on the bank of the Mississippi River. They traded with Indians and travelers going west. Three young men owned the trading post. He worked there for five years before leaving for Utah. There he learned bookkeeping. My father and another boy slept in the trading post as night watchmen and then worked in the store during the day.

When he was leaving for Utah, they offered him a partnership if he would stay with them. On one of his trips to New York he went back there and called on them. He said those fellows picked him up and swung him around and said, "Fred, You've come back." He told them he was going to arrange to ship some goods to Utah and they agreed to outfit the wagons and teams. Today it is called Vanderborg, Scruggs & Barney and is one of the biggest department stores in St. Louis. The present store is right on the ground the old trading post was located on. The present owners are the descendants of the original owners. A Mr. Scruggs, the grandson of one of the original owners, is the General Manager of the store.

My father brought a letter from a man in St. Louis with him in his trip across the plains to Utah. The letter was to Ralph Thompson, my mother's father. After a day or two when he got located in Salt Lake he delivered the letter to the home of Ralph Thompson and there he met my mother. I have heard him say that she was the most beautiful girl he had ever seen in his life. A few days after my father and mother were married, he left for the Hawaiian Islands on a mission. This is the only reason that my grandfather consented to his daughter marrying, because she was only sixteen at the time. He was supposed to be away for five years.

He joined up with a company that was going to California and drove cattle on foot for his board, clothing and protection. There was a wild country between Salt Lake and San Francisco. David Cannon, a brother to George Q. Cannon, was going on a mission at the same time my father was going. These two boys took it upon themselves to drive this herd of cattle to Sacramento, California. On the way to Sacramento, one night just before daybreak, the horses and the cattle that these two boys were guarding began to show fright. The horses were raising their heads and Snorting. Guards on night duty were always mounted so that the stock could be driven to where the grass would be most plentiful. They would sometimes be a mile or more away from the main company. Father said that something unseen by them was frightening the stock. They immediately investigated and to their surprise they found a lone Indian wreathing on his stomach toward the horses with the idea of stampeding them. My father put the spurs to his horse in order to catch the Indian. The Indian got to his feet and began to run. Father overtook him and sprung from the back of the horse onto the Indian. He managed to hold on until Cannon arrived and both of the boys were able to overpower and disarm the Indian. The Indian was armed with a bow and arrows and with a knife.

They built a fire and began to stand guard over the prisoner until daybreak when they could drive the stock back to the camp. Father told me that it was a very chilly night and the Indian was naked except for a small garment. Father had on heavy plainsman's clothes and had a rifle across his knee. He said that in spite of the cold the Indian never gave a shiver or winked an eye. He was offered part of their meal but did not even acknowledge the offer. The prisoner had the most perfect body the boys had ever seen. At sunup they returned the bows and arrows to the prisoner, pointed off into the distance and motioned for him to go. The Indian gave them one sharp look, took off and was soon out of sight.

David Cannon and my father were boyhood and lifetime friends. Once, while sitting around a campfire out on the Ranch, Cannon told me that my father had more nerve than any man he'd ever known, and then he told the story that was this same story told to me by my father. Father had told the story without any fanfare or show of bravery on his part. He just figured it was his duty to hold the Indian. He knew the rest of the party was over the hill ready to pick up the chase if the horses were stampeded. When their companion didn't come back, they probably knew something had gone wrong and didn't attack or cause any trouble.

When father got to San Francisco, he didn't have any money to buy passage. The Church didn't furnish any in those days. So, he got a job painting the boat for his passage. It was in the harbor for a month before it sailed and he painted it right down to the waterline. When he was ready to sail, he wrote a letter to my mother. This was the first letter he had written because there was no mail traveling unless there was a chance to send it with someone. He traded the pencil he wrote the letter with for a postage stamp.

He got into the Hawaiian Islands and was there for from two to three years. But he was called back because Johnson's Army came to Utah. The Mormon people had piled straw in every home in Salt Lake City and, if the Army had come through, they were going put fire to the straw and head South. So, he came home. But, it took him a year to get back home. He had to earn a horse and saddle and wait for an opportunity to come with a company that was coming east from San Francisco. When he found one, they put him in charge of the company and made him a Captain. When he came to a pass that overlooked the Great Salt Lake, and got a glimpse of the lake, he said, "I just bade goodbye to the company and rode that horse clear to Salt Lake." That would be about 100 miles. He said, "You know, Edgar, I had schooled myself to keep your mother out of my mind so I could do my work and finish the mission, but when I saw Salt Lake, I couldn't resist it any longer. I just got on that horse and said goodbye." He told me this story one time when he came up to visit me at my Ranch. He told me that he recognized the pass where he stood and looked at the Great Salt Lake and where he left the company.

As a young man, he was closely associated with William S. Godbe. Godbe had married my mother's twin sister. He and my father and the two twin sisters were married on the same day. Godbe and my father went into business together. They were very young men at the time. They worked up a business by taking orders from the Saints for goods, collecting payment for the goods and then traveling back to New York to buy the supplies and have them shipped back to the Valley. They came to St. Louis by railroad with the goods and would them organize wagons and ox teams to bring them to Salt Lake City. Their commission, as I remember, was 10%. They carried about $200,000 worth of goods at one time. They did this for about two years.

They traveled across the plains on their way to New York on stagecoach. They went by stagecoach to St. Louis and the rest of the way by railroad. He would sew gold coin and gold dust into his buckskin jacket. They were armed with two pistols apiece. I have heard him say that he would have used it if it were necessary. Their reputation rested on the success of their venture. Once when they were going back east they were riding on a stage coach with some very rough looking characters. The seats were facing each other and they all sat there glaring at each other.

On one of their trips they pulled into a station and there were about 1500 Indians camped around it. They had been having trouble with the Shawnee at this time. The Indians had come there from their own land to receive an allowance from the government. The government was suppossed to give them some blankets and cash. The stage had to stop to change horses and allow the passengers to have a meal. The passengers got off the stage and went inside. Inside, the government officials and military had a young brave and they were questioning him through an interpreter. He was the son of a chief of the tribe. They wanted him to deliver up the young buck that had killed a steer belonging to a rancher in the vicinity. The young brave refused to do it. My father said that the post was under the command of a young army officer. The officer had been arguing with the young brave through the interpreter and telling him what he would do if he didn't deliver up the brave for punishment. The Indian said the steer was killed because they had been waiting so long for the allowance that they had run out of food and some of his people were starving and needed the meat. Finally, this officer pulled out his six shooter and shot the Indian at close range in the breast and the Indian dropped dead. This turned the post into pandemonium. My father said there were Indians screaming and running from Teepee to Teepee. The man in charge of the stage told the passengers that they were in trouble and that he was leaving right now. He said those going with the stage had better get aboard. They went out of the post on a dead run. The Indians did not molest them as they went through, and they got away.

A day or two later, they saw a stage that had been coming in the opposite direction that was burned. The carcasses of the horses were on it. They found a woman who had been scalped lying naked beside the burned coach. They stopped and buried her. They went a little further on and ran on to the driver of the stage. He was out of his head. He had been without water and it was hot summer. The Indians had attacked the stage and he had been thrown off the boot down in front of the stage as it went through a deep wash. He came through it without being killed. Through the dust, he made his way to a wash and the Indians never found him. His tongue was swollen and he couldn't close his mouth. They took him to the next station where he could get help. They later heard that this was one of the greatest massacres of early settlers. The government finally sent enough troops to put down the rebellion and get the Indians back on the Reservation.

My mother had received word of the arrival of the stage my father was supposed to be on. When she went to the station to meet the stage my father wasn't on it and neither was Uncle William Godbe. They had gotten off the stage and took off on foot on a short cut to home. They had heard about the trouble with the Indians, so mother thought my father must have been killed and she fainted dead away. They took her home and her husband was waiting for her when she got there. They were in this business for two years and were very successful at it. When Brigham Young saw how successful the business was he invited them into a conference with him and said to them, "I want you young men to tell me how you are conducting this business and what gave you the incentive." When they got through explaining these matters, Brigham Young said he was going to organize a business for the Church along the very same lines. This he did, and it was the beginning of Z.C.M.I., Zion's Cooperative Mercantile Institute. Father was one of the first employees of Z.C.M.I. But William S. Godbe was angry because he thought Brigham Young had horned in on their business and was going to run them out of business.

Sometime later, Father had an experience on one of the New York trips that he related to me. When he was a boy in England, after his family had joined the Church, the missionaries who were in England stayed with the family. They told the story of the crossing of the plains and of the Indians. Of course, the adventure appealed to him and he was looking forward to the time when he could come to America and cross the plains. On his 14th birthday he had a dream that he was crossing the plains. He saw a company around a campfire and the leader of the company was talking to the people. There were men, women and children and he saw some teams of horses. It was a place where there was a particular formation of rock. This formation impressed him as something he had never seen before. He just passed it off as a dream and had forgotten about it until he and William Godbe were going to New York by stagecoach. They traveled night and day. They stopped at a station to change horses and William Godbe and Father got out and walked down the trail to loosen up their limbs. They ran onto a place where Father saw the same scene that had so impressed him in the dream. William Godbe, on the way, had been running down Brigham Young and pleading with my father to go along with him. They finished the trip and delivered the goods to Salt Lake City. Father remembered this place and he found out from old travelers over the route that this place was a famous pioneer campground. But, it had been overgrazed and the campground had been moved up the mountain. This was in Wyoming. Father and Godbe had left the stage at the new campground and walked down to the old campground where father saw this rocky monument that stood out in his memory. He then went to the Church Historian's Office and looked up the dates that the various companies came to Utah at the time he had his dream. He found the name of the Captain of the company that came at this time. He was living out in Tooele--one of the first settlements outside Salt Lake City. So, he went to see this Captain and he said the minute he saw him he recognized him. In the Church Historian's Office, he had read the log kept by the Captain and had found out that on the day of the dream--the 14th of July--the company had been camped at the place Father had seen in his dream. This was a testimony to him and he swore that he was never going to leave the Church.

It was then that he decided to leave William S. Godbe. Father and Godbe went out of business. Godbe went into mining and was very successful at it. Father was appointed the first Deputy U.S. Mineral Surveyor for the Territory of Utah. Previous to his settling down in business, he became a self-educated man. Because of his knowledge of Engineering, he was appointed Surveyor of Salt Lake City and Salt Lake County. Orson Pratt had laid out Salt Lake City, but he said there were a lot of complications that had to be corrected. He corrected them while he was Surveyor and Engineer for Salt Lake City.

He discovered a seam of coal in Coalville, Summit County, Utah and went into the mining business. He produced the first commercial coal mine in the State of Utah. The mine was a huge affair. He imported miners from Wales because there were no experienced miners in Utah. He employed 300 miners at one time. He had a contract to furnish coal for the railroad from Omaha to Sacramento. He hauled the first load of coal by mule team into Salt Lake City. It was called the "Wasatch Mine." We were living in Salt Lake City at this time. Once Father discovered the mine, it was run by a foreman and he went up there only to check on the management of the mine. The family lived in two or three places before. The last one was a ten-acre lot located between 10th and 11th East and between 1st and 2nd South in Salt Lake :City. The place where the old home used to stand is now the location for the Northeast Substation for Utah Power and Light Company. There were walnut trees all up and down the block at the old home. We used to take the green walnut rind and wipe it on ourselves. It would turn us the prettiest copper brown you ever saw. You couldn't get rid of it for a week.

We had a big barn on the west side of the lot. The house was on the east side. At one time we had as many as twenty teams. The barn was used in the coal business as well as to house the horses. There was always a gang of boys that congregated around our place. My brother, Frank, was the leader. We used to have circuses in the loft of the barn. They.had trapezes and everything the boys had seen in the circus. The hay up in the loft was the net for the trapeze performances. There would be a nickel charge to get in. My brothers, Frank and Ralph, our cousins, the Horrocks, Grahams and Farr boys, all used to take part in the performances. There were holes in the loft that were used to push hay down into the mangers for the horses. One time Frank was on the trapeze and after completing his flight through the air he came down and lit in one of these holes. He knocked about four teeth out of his upper jaw. He had to wear a plate from that time on. I don't remember whether that accident stopped the performances, but I don't recall any after that.

I can remember when father bought Frank one of those high-wheeled bicycles. The front wheel was about five feet tall and there was a little wheel in the back. If you didn't learn to ride it well it could cause serious injury. Anytime you hit a little rock the bicycle wou1d turn over. Frank learned to ride it well and had a lot of fun on it.

I remember when Frank used to go out. I can't recall whether he had a girl but he had long trousers and a white collar. I thought he had grown to be a man. Frank was my ideal. As the youngest of the children I was in for a lot of teasing. When we later got the ranch in Cache Valley, I had gone there by horse and wagon with the family. I had seen how the roads up there were rutted and how the wagon would stay in the ruts. I had a little wagon. I made a road with it in our orchard by keeping it in the road until I had a rutted road like the one on the ranch. My other brothers, not Frank, would grab this wagon and go up through there cutting shines around the curves and ruining the road I had established. I can remember Frank taking the wagon away from them and taking my part by threatening to chastise them if they didn't leave me alone. Later, when he was out on the ranch in Cache Valley alone, I went out and stayed with him for several weeks. We grew into great companions.

Father had a spirit of adventure and a great desire to expand. During the time he was in the coal business, he wanted to get out of the City. He bought some land in Logan, Utah and built a large house of cut stone. Cache Valley at that time was just a big solid meadow. He had a big family and he wanted a home that they could all come too Most of them were married or expected to be. We were a very close knit family at that time. This was built as a Summer home. The home is located at what is now 193 West 1st North in Logan and is now owned by Dr. Scott, a Chiropractor. It was owned at one time by Congressman Joseph Howell--a Congressman from that District. There was also a big barn located on the property. The nearest neighbor was a little yellow frame house located just North of what is now 170 North 200 East. The lot included all of the property North.

The first time we came to stay in Cache Valley we came up by wagon and horse team. There was no railroad to Cache Valley. The whole family came. There were several carriages of us. It took several days to make the trip. To the little kids it was just like crossing the plains. It was an adventure that I have never forgotten.

He also bought the land the old ranch was located on during this period. This ranch was located in Cache Junction and was the place the family moved to after father lost everything else. During this same period, he also bought a tract of land over in Mendon. The property is now called Spring Creek Ranch and is located on the Mendon-Logan road. His intention was to raise horses and cattle on this ranch.

He brought the first blooded cattle into Cache Valley. He had two herds--one Jersey and the other Holstein. He built a huge dairy farm and went into the production of butter and cheese. He also had a horse breeding business. He bought the cattle from the Church that had wanted to get rid of them at the time. He went over to Nevada and bought 500 head of horses. Frank and Ralph, my:brothers, who were just in their teens at the time, went with him on his expedition and drove those 500 head of horses from Nevada into Cache Valley. He then bought 5 blooded stallions that he was going to use to bring these mares into production. He also bought a Percheron, a Clydesdale, a Hackney and a Hamiltonian horse. The percheron was imported from France for $3000.

He once had a scheme to bring water from a river that comes out of a canyon to the Southeast and bring it over to the old ranch. He never wanted to do anything in a little way.

The natives would come from the Islands and stay with us in Salt Lake City. Father often had a houseful of them for guests. Father was doing very well at this time, he was called on a mission to preside over the Hawaiian Mission. Before he left, he sold 51% of the stock in the Wasatch Mire to the railroad. The railroad had insisted on having control of the mine in order to keep it operating. When father arrived in the Islands, the Church was engaged in negotiations for a 6000 acre plantation at Laie on the Island of Oahu. This was where the Church Headquarters were in the Islands. He closed the deal. There he built a Sugar Factory to make sugar from sugar cane. It gave employment to the native members of the Church. When I went back there a few years ago, I found the foundation of the old sugar mill. In connection with the purchase of the land for the plantation, my father had some difficulties with a man by the name of Cluff. Cluff had been the one who was negotiating for the purchase of the land and he became jealous of my father for taking over. The land was really a great bargain because at that time land was very cheap. There was some litigation that came up. I am not familiar with the nature of it. At any rate, Cluff brought suit against my father after he returned from the mission. Father was cleared.

After he came back from Hawaii, he became the manager of the Wasatch Mine. He also inaugurated a retail coal business in Salt Lake City. It was called "Home Coal Company," and was located at 22-24 East First South in Salt Lake City. The old redstone building is still standing. He was manager from about 1875 until about 1890.

It was at this time that he lost his first big fortune. After the railroad was first established through Utah and on to Sacramento, the Union Pacific shortened their route. In doing so, they cut through a range of mountains and there they discovered a vein of coal on both sides of the cut. It ran horizontally and was high grade coal. It was a better quality than the Summit County coal and so they began supplying their engines from this coal on their own property.

Father wanted to carry out some of his own ideas at the mine and the railroad wouldn't go along with him. The railroad decided to construct another improvement. In order to freeze my father out they assessed the stock to pay for the improvement. This was during the depression and my father was not able to raise his assessment. He was wiped out. Instead of making this improvement with the assessment, the railroad closed the mine down.

Father had mortgaged his property both to expand his holdings and to get by during the depression. He lost the home in Salt Lake City, the ranch at Mendon and finally the stone house in Logan. I was only 5 years old when this happened, but I can remember that poverty conditions existed. The situation was very serious. The Percheron horse he had bought for $3000 was sold on the streets of Logan for $25. Some of the mares he brought from Nevada sold for 30 cents. This was a forced sale and he didn't get the money. He was not able to redeem them. In spite of all this, he was not bitter.

After my father was out of the mine, the railroad rented it to some local people. I used to haul coal from it for use on the ranch. I would go up there and they would load me up. A truckload cost 60 cents. I was there about 15 years ago and the old tipple was still there. I saw a danger sign signed by my father. The office of the old mine is still standing. It had a bedroom in it and Father and his family would sometimes come up to the mine and stay overnight. In the heyday of the mine, coal was taken out of it 24 hours a day. (The mine was used to some extent up until 1943. In 1943 there was a fire in the mine and two of the miners were killed. The mine was then closed down. One of the local residents said that the mine was still smoking until a little while ago. The land on which the mine is located is now owned by a man by the name of Bingham. He does not live in Coalville. The caretaker of the mine is a man by the name of Paul Staples. He lives in Coalville not far from the mine. The road to the mine is the same road that runs by the Hospital. U.S. Highway l89"is the main street through Coalville. To get to the mine you turn left on your way out of town on Utah Highway 133. About 2 1/2 miles up 133 there is a dirt road that leads to the mine. The mine is about a mile up the road. The road cuts diagonally off to the left. The mine is still known by the local residents as the Wasatch Mine.)

Father finally lost everything but the ranch out in Cache Junction. We moved out to the ranch in the dead of Winter. Ralph and Ida were going to school at the Brigham Young College, in Logan. They stayed in town to finish school. When school was out, Ralph got a job with a dry goods company called Campbell and Realm, which at the time was a leading firm of its kind. It was on Main Street. B.Y.C. is now Logan High School.

We lived on the farm for three years and then Father was called on a mission to Great Britian. This was about 1900. We rented the farm to a Swedish immigrant. He rented it for five years on a share basis. He did a real good job. Then, after five years, he had saved enough money to buy his own farm.

When my father went on his mission to the Island about 1871, he had a project in mind of developing a salt manufacturing plant on the Salt Lake. He bought land on the edge of the lake before he went on the mission. The land was covered by water at the time he bought the land. He was going to pump it into ponds and let it evaporate and make salt. Since the land was covered by water, he never had to pay taxes on it.

We were in the depths of poverty but my father went on the mission because the Church called him. While Father was on this mission in Great Britain in 1900, people from the Union Crystal Salt Company saw this land that he had bought in 1871 and thought it was ideal for a salt plant. So they went to the office of the County Recorder to see who owned the land. They discovered it was Frederick A. Mitchell. They wanted to buy the land. My oldest sister, Margaret Anne Caine--then a widow--was the County Recorder. My father gave my sister his power of attorney and the land was sold to the Union Crystal Salt Company. He was there on his mission for 2 1/2 years. He stayed in England for six months after his mission to do genealogical work. He couldn't have done this, and the family could not have gotten along at home, had not this salt company bought this property and paid a pretty good price for it.

After the Swedish immigrant left the farm, Father rented it to Frank and Ralph as partners. He later sold the farm to them. When he turned the ranch over to the boys he moved into Logan. He was in his 70's then. He worked in the bank for a year. Then he was Executive Secretary of the town commercial club. Finally he retired altogether and did Temple work.

The favorite cuss word of my father was, "Consarn your eternal pictures." For him, this was the ultimate.

Father was of an excitable disposition. One time he was operating a steam thrasher we owned and he was headed for a building. Instead of taking off the steam he put more on and ran into the building. He was talking about buying an automobile in his later years but Frank talked him out of it. It may have been fatal to him.

Father was a pretty fair shot and had been on Brigham Young's personal bodyguard. He would go with Brigham Young when he went to the outlying communities for conference. Orin Porter Rockwell was Brigham Young's chief bodyguard and a great defender of him. But, he was given to heavy drinking. Rockwell and Father were well acquainted and he liked Father very much. Sometimes Rockwell would get very drunk and go down Main Street waiving his pistol. Everyone, including the police, wouldn't dare to stop him. He never committed any crime but he would celebrate. My father would go out and take him by the arm and lead him off the street and get him where he was not in the public eye. He did this many times. Rockwell was one of those fellows that is the law, when he was drunk anyway.

In 1914, Father saw an article in the Salt Lake Tribune entitled, "Cows Freeze to Death in Hotel," and he remembered a statement made by Brigham Young at a conference he attended. When the railroad was completed' through Utah, the officials of the railroad came to inspect the line. One of the principle towns along the railroad was a town called Corrine. It had about 3000 residents at the time. The officials came to Corrine and were invited to Salt Lake City. They were sitting on the stand during the conference and one was invited to speak. He told the people that they had done a good job here in Salt Lake City but that if they were smart they would move the whole city to Corrine. He said that Corrine would be one of the three major Western cities. Brigham Young took the stand and said that many hearing his voice would see the day that they would stable cows in the hotel at Corrine. He said at that time the town would be a ghost town. At the time of the article, Corrine was virtually deserted. Too much water had been used in irrigation and it had brought up the alkali. The land had become sterile.

There was a spring up above the ranch. Father had built a water tank that held about 2000 gallons. Every morning someone got up and filled the tank with water. It was ice cold as it came out of the spring. After Frank took over he developed the spring so that its capacity was increased two or three fold. He installed a 2 1/2 inch pipe from the spring to the house. When the water came down the pipe, it would throw a stream out eight or ten feet.

Father died at his home at 405 E. Center (Logan, Utah). His wife later died at the same place. His funeral arrangements were handled by Larkin Mortuary in Salt Lake City. Father and Mother were very devoted to each other all of their lives. On the day that Father was buried, they were lowering the casket into the ground and Mother kneeled down, kissed the coffin and said, "Goodbye, Fred."