Oldham, England - This is where John Oldham lived with his family before they came to America.
Inscription: Mother. Maria Heap Oldham, Born at Hasingdon, England December 28, 1816, Died January 1, 1886. Father. John Oldham, Born at Hasingdon, England July 1, 1813, Died November 24, 1874.
Burial: Paradise Cemetery, Paradise, Cache County, Utah, USA - Plot: L6
Birth: June 13, 1813, Lancashire, England
Death: November 24, 1874, Paradise, Cache County, Utah, USA
John was the son of William and Alice (Barnes) Oldham, he had an older sister, Alice. And a younger sister, Marie Ann. John was the husband of Maria Heap. John and Maria were married 4 June 1836 in the St. James Church, Haslingden, Lancs., England. They had the following children:
William
William Heap
Thomas
Alice
John Henry
Maria
Ellen
Margaret Ann
Samuel Heaps
James Henry
Eliza
Name Index - compiled by Maurine Carr Ward
Names of Persons and Sureties indebted to the PERPETUAL EMIGRATING FUND Company from 1850 to 1877 inclusive. Printed at the Star Book and Job Printing Office, Salt Lake City, 1877.
Oldham, John -- Alice, Ellen, Maria, Maria Jr., Mary A., Samuel, James, Eliza 1864.
JOHN OLDHAM
By his son, Samuel Oldham
(3 March 1852-24 July 1921)My paternal grandfather, William was born at Haslingden, Lancashire, England, in the year 1788. His wife, Alice Barnes, was born at the same place in the year 1787. They were married probably in the early part of 1812. Their three children, of whom we have record, were John Oldham, born at Haslingden, England, on June 13, 1813, Mary Ann Oldham (Heap), born at the same place on December 22, 1815. Alice Oldham (Sharples) born at the same place, probably in 1818.
My grandfather died on August 26, 1856, my grandmother on April 2, 1867. I have a slight recollection of my grandfather, although I was but a little over four years of age when he died. My grandmother I can remember quite well, as she lived with us for some time.
My grandparents were engaged in their own home in handloom weaving. This was the only kind of cloth-weaving that was then known. During the early part of their lives, power looms were invented to run by steam. At one time, my grandfather had seven looms, and employed people to manipulate them all in his own house.
The introduction of power looms was accompanied by great opposition and destruction on the part of the people, who had been using hand looms to gain a livelihood for hundreds of years, and who, it now seemed, would be deprived of that privilege.
My grandparents were both buried in St. James Churchyard, at Haslingden, England.
My father, John Oldham, was born at Haslingden, Lancashire, England, on June 13, 1813. He married my mother, Maria Heap, a daughter of John Heap and Alice Howarth (both of Haslingden) on January 4, 1836. They were endowed and sealed in the Endowment House, Salt Lake City, Utah in November 1868.
They had the following ten children:
William (June 5, 1836)
Thomas (October 1, 1838)
Alice Mitton (December 15, 1840)
John (May 12, 1843)
Maria Tams (June 14, 1845)
Ellen Bickmore (October 1, 1847)
Margaret A. Crapo (December 11, 1849)
Samuel (March 3, 1852)
James Henry (December 2, 1855)
Eliza Remington (February 27, 1858)
John, my father, was baptized a member of the Church of Jesus Christ of Latter-day Saints in 1844 in Bury, Lancashire, England. He emigrated with his wife and seven children from England to Utah starting on May 18, 1864. We crossed the ocean in the General McClellam, a sailing vessel, and were thirty-one days reaching New York. We then spent nine days and nights on the railroad cars traveling to St. Joseph, Missouri. Then two days and one night on the steamboat traveling up the Missouri River, arriving at the Village of Wyoming, on the Missouri River in July, 1864.
After remaining there about three weeks, we started on our journey across the plains in Captain William S. Warren’s ox train. We traveled for eleven weeks before we arrived at our destination (October 4, 1864) The Indians were very hostile during the first part of our journey and nutritious food was very scarce. As soon as we arrived, however, all commenced to improve until we were soon enjoying the best of health.
After remaining two or three weeks in Salt Lake City, the family removed to Paradise, Cache County in the northern part of Utah. Their son, John, had emigrated there in the year previous through the assistance of his parents, and had purchased a lot with a log house upon it. To this rude home they came with very grateful hearts, it being more than twenty weeks since leaving their home in England.
Arriving there in the last days of October 1864, all work that the family could do in gaining a livelihood was completed. The father and twelve year old son, Samuel, however did succeed in getting a job husking corn on shares, one bushel out of seven husked being the compensation.
Arriving in their new home with no means whatever, and not being able to get employment by which any means could be earned except the corn before mentioned, it was a very serious question how a long winter could be tided over. This difficulty, however, was considerably lessened by Bishop David James calling to the people in the ward to give as they could afford to the incoming emigrants. A very liberal amount of food, such as meat, potatoes, flour, etc. was advanced, all of which was subsequently paid for by my father. This was a great help and came at a most opportune time and stirred up feelings of gratitude to the Bishop and members of the ward.
In the latter part of that winter, my father was invited to follow his old trade, handloom weaving, as cloth for men’s and women’s clothing was extremely scarce and high in price. During 1864 and many succeeding years his time was largely employed in that work. For years, he counted as the year’s work, one thousand yards of cloth and when that was accomplished, he felt as though his vacation had been well earned.
In the latter part of the summer of 1866, great clouds of grasshoppers flew upon the town and fields surrounding it and commenced feeding upon the crops of the gardens and fields. Considerable loss was inflicted this first season of their appearance, and they also laid their eggs in great quantities. Next Spring, the insects hatched from these eggs and destroyed practically all the crops that were planted. Thus it continued for six years. One year the insects would fly upon us rather early and destroy perhaps half of the crops and lay their eggs. The next year the eggs would hatch and the crop would almost be entirely destroyed before the grasshoppers attained sufficient growth to fly away. This was known as the “Grasshopper War” and had the effect of keeping the people poor and unable to build up their surroundings with as great rapidity as they otherwise would have done.
In the early part of 1867, it was decided by the Church Authorities that on account of the hostility of the Indians, the isolation of the community and the limited amount of arable land available, it would be best to move the people to a location about three miles north, so most of that year was taken up in patting and surveying, in getting materials for homes, barns, sheds, fences, etc. and very early in the spring of 1868 this move was accomplished. My father and my mother endured the hardships and privations of those times not with feelings of complaints of discouragement, but with cheerfulness and gratitude for the blessings they did enjoy. This was Zion in very deed to them and they were willing to plow, plant and build to make it an enjoyable place to live.
In the latter part of October, in this same year of 1868, my father and mother traveled to Salt Lake City by ox team, their 16 year old son, Samuel, driving and caring for the team, and there in the Endowment House were sealed as husband and wife for time and eternity and received their endowments under the hands of the servants of God. It was a journey of 180 miles and although the traveling was slow, it was quite enjoyable as the weather was exceedingly pleasant.
On November 24, 1874, my father died from jaundice, brought on by being overpowered by heat while assisting in gathering hay during the preceding August. His age was 61 years and 5 months. My mother died on January 1, 1886, having just passed her 69th birthday. They had lived an honest and industrious life, were faithful and true to their religious convictions and had raised a large and honorable family. None of their children died before maturity.
The above was submitted to the Daughters of the Utah Pioneers by Delores Burton, P.O. Box 253, Sugar City, ID 83448 on 10-25-04.
Exact same was submitted to Daughters of the Utah Pioneers by L. R. Harris Ackerman, 5035 – 44 Avenue South, Taber, Alberta, Canada TOK2GO on October 13, 1992. He states the history was written by Samuel Oldham, 20 October 1920.
The only variation was as follows:
They had the following children:
1. William born June 5, 1836 at Haslingden, died September 14, 1862, killed in battle at South Mountain, Maryland.
2. Thomas, born October 1, 1838 at Edenfield, Bury, died January 16, 1916 at Atchison, Kansas.
3. Alice (Mitton) born December 15, 1840 at Bury, Lancashire, died at Logan, Utah.
4. John born May 12, 1843 at Bury, Lancashire, England
5. Ellen (Bickmore) born October 1, 1847 at Bury Lancashire, England died at Logan, Utah
6. Margaret A. (Crapo) born December 11, 1849 at Bury, Lancashire, England.
7. Samuel born March 3, 1852 at Bury, Lancashire, England.
8. James Henry born December 2, 1855 at Oldham, Lancashire died May 26, 1913 at Paradise, Utah.
9. Eliza (Remington) born December 2, 1858 at Oldham, Lancashire died at Parker, Idaho.
10. Maria (Tams) born 14 June 1845 at Bury, Lancashire, England.
My father and his family were most of them engaged in weaving. My father, first, on a hand loom and afterwards, he and his children, as they grew up, handling power looms.
Son Samuel writes: Source of Trail Excerpt:
Oldham, Samuel, [Interview], in "Utah Pioneer Biographies," 44 vols., 22:5-6.
U.S Army, Register of Enlistments, 1798-1914
Name: John Oldham
Birthyear: about 1814
Birthplace: England
Enlistment Age: 24
found on Ancestry Institution.com
Read Trail Excerpt:. . . .We then spent nine days and one night on a steamboat traveling up the Missouri River, arriving at a village called Wyoming, Missouri [Nebraska] in July 1864. After remaining there about three weeks, we started on our journey across the plains in Captain Warrens ox train.
We traveled for eleven weeks before arriving at Salt Lake City on October 4th 1864. It was a very arduous journey. My father [John Oldham] and mother [Maria Heap Oldham] were both sick for about three weeks before we arrived at our destination. The Indians were very hostile during the first part of our journey, and during the latter part, nutritious food was very scarce. As soon as we arrived in Salt Lake City, we all commenced to improve, until we were soon enjoying the best of health.
Source of Trail Excerpt:
Oldham, Samuel, [Interview], in "Utah Pioneer Biographies," 44 vols., 22:5-6.
Mormon Pioneer Overland Travel, 1847–1868William S. Warren Company (1864)
Departure: 21 July 1864; Arrival: 4 October 1864
Company Information: About 329 individuals and about 65 wagons were in the company when it began its journey from the outfitting post at Wyoming, Nebraska (the west bank of the Missouri River about 40 miles south of Omaha)
Mormon Pioneer Overland Travel, 1847–1868
Source of Trail Excerpt:
"Got In," Salt Lake Daily Telegraph, 5 Oct. 1864, 3.Read Trail Excerpt:
LOCAL AFFAIRS
GOT IN.—Captain W. [William] S. Warren's company of about 400 immigrants and 65 wagons, arrived in the city yesterday, having made a good trip from Wyoming since July 22d. The company we learn was composed of English, Scotch, Welsh and a few Germans and Danes. One birth and twenty-six deaths occurred on the journey, the sickness was chiefly dysentery. Thirty head of cattle also died on the road.
Elders Thomas E. Jeremy and G. [George Gwillym] Bywater returned with this company from four year's missions to Britain.
Mormon Pioneer Overland Travel, 1847–1868
Source of Trail Excerpt:
Daybell, William, Autobiographical sketch, 3-6, in Histories and biographies written by members of Camp Sunflower, Daughters of Utah Pioneers of Center Utah County, Provo, Utah, vol. 4.Read Trail Excerpt:
. . . . then we went to Nebraska which was called the Camping Grounds for the Saints.
We then waited 2 weeks for the Ox teams to take us across the plains, it was very disagreeable while we were camping there. I have heard my mother say it would rain nearly every day and they had but little shelter. They were very uncomfortable having scarcely enough to eat.
But the time came when the teamsters with Ox teams came and the company of saints of 800 was divided and put into different trains, the company was so large it took 2 trains to bring them to Utah. We were put in the WARREN train, a train of 80 wagons, 2 yoke of Oxen at an average to the wagon and we started across the plains to Utah traveling from the 25th July until 4th October. During the journey we had some trying times from sickness but very few deaths. At night the train would be brought into the camp. The wagons all put in a circle, one wagon tongue run under the other until it made a correl or a safe place to yoke up the cattle. Fires were made within the circle and the young people would enjoy themselves, some times at dancing on the bare ground. My father would get some wood if there was any to be got, my mother and her children would go and pick up the buffalo chips then we would help her carry them to make our fire, so the time passed on.
We crossed the plains when the Indians were very bad. In fact, they killed a great many people, but they did not molest us as a general thing. Those who were known to be Mormon emigrants they used to visit our train in great numbers and talk to the people. So this was our experience as we traveled that dreary road day after day, and week after week, but the time came when we were nearing Utah, the word went ahead that Captain WARREN's company was nearing its destination.
Mormon Pioneer Overland Travel, 1847–1868
Source of Trail Excerpt:
Edwards, Elizabeth, Reminiscences, in Biographies of Elizabeth Edwards Hanks, Pioneer of 1864, Sarah and Morgan Edwards, Pioneer of 1864, and George William Hanks, Pioneer of 1857.
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Our outfitting station was Wyoming, Nebraska. Our date of departure for "Zion" was July 19, 1864. The Captain of our company was William S. Warren. Four hundred souls were in our wagon train of about 65 wagons. We arrived in Great Salt Lake on October 4th, 1864. Our leaders on the plains were George Bywater and Thomas Jeremy.
I walked all the way across the plains, a distance of about a thousand miles. I was not quite fifteen years old at the time. I wore out three pair of shoes and walked the rest of the way barefooted. Often I could see the blood from my sore feet in the sand as I walked. There was a boy in our wagon. His mother was too old to do any cooking. His sister had to do that. Tom was the boy's name. And he was such a grumbler. I told him to stop his grumbling and he pulled my hair. He was a boy about 19 years old. I lost my temper and jumped right at him and pulled his hair until he went right head over heels on the wagon tongue, and whoever was looking on said, "Give it to him. And shame on you Tom for striking a little girl like that." I went behind the wagon crying then. Mother laughed and said, "That was a good battle. That was as swift as the battle of Waterloo." Later on my brother William challenged Tom to a fight, saying, "I'll throw my coat for fifty dollars, and then you won't strike my sister again."
There was one time soon after this event that I remember well. Just after we passed Ft. Laramie we came to a little station. I had never seen and Indian. We came to this place and there were a lot of Negroes there. They were a band of minstrels and had all kinds of musical instruments with them. I stayed behind the wagons with the other walkers in our wagon train. The Negroes were singing and we listened to them. Then one of the walkers said, "Well, I think it is time we were making tracks. The wagons are way ahead of us out of sight." So of course we started out after them. Just as we came around the hill, our wagons had gone around the other hill. At the point of the trail we saw a drunken Indian as he came shooting his gun in the air. It just went to my heart so. There was a big band of Indians after him to capture him. The man with us said, "Don't be afraid. They are trying to capture him. He is drunk." I fainted away, and dropped right down. A man came by and said, "This child is scared to death." So he helped me along. Mother and the rest of our family had gone ahead with the wagons and they did not see the Indians.
I reached the wagon at last and the team was going, and I tried to get in the wagon without stopping the team. They move so slowly. There were three pair of oxen on each wagon. I was weak from being so ill and scared, so when I tried to climb in the wagon, this boy Tom, whom I had had the fight with, gave me a push until I fell right on the wagon tongue. Mother caught me by the dress and saved me from getting killed. Mother said, "That boy Tom tries me to death." It was then that my brother wanted to fight Tom, but Tom would not fight anyone his own size. That boy Tom and I never did like each other, and mostly because of him I walked the rest of the way to Salt Lake City. In all the miles from Omaha to Salt Lake I walked all but 25 miles.
The next day after leaving Ft. Laramie we met a family and they stopped to talk to the people in our wagon train. There was a man and his wife and family. We asked them where they were going. They were going to see some friends at the fort. Their home was way back on the trail and they were just going to meet their friends. The day after that we came to their home. The house was all on fire. The Indians had been there. The man they had left to guard the place was dead in the road. The corrals were on fire. As the man's body was right in the trail, our leader said, "Don't touch him." The soldiers would soon come from the fort to care for him. We made a track around him. There was a woman who arrived there just then, and she screamed, "I know it is my John," but it wasn't. We camped near that place that night. We didn't go very far in a day. During the night it looked like there were regiments of soldiers coming into camp. They said that there were seven men who had been killed by the Indians and that three women had been stolen. The soldiers had taken care of the bodies. The next day we came to the seven graves the soldiers had spoken of. It looked like there had been an awful fight. We were told by our leaders not to touch a thing, even though there were things that would help us. The soldiers would come back and get what provisions were left.
Our water captain on the plains was William Davenport, who later lived in Parowan[, Utah]. Our teamster was Ephraim Thompson, who later lived in Fillmore[, Utah]. My brother William Edwards was a hunter on the plains for our wagon train. Sometimes he would be gone for many hours alone hunting what little he could bring back for us to eat. Mother would worry about him. We had bought him a gun at the outfitting station in Nebraska. He was a very good shot for a very young man who had worked in a mine all his life.
I had walked and walked so much that the soles had come off of my shoes. I then went barefooted. The shoemaker was sick and he couldn't fix my shoes. He was always busy. I walked barefooted until my toes would bleed from walking through prickle pears. I walked through all the rivers but one, and that was the Platte. There was a young man by the name of Stephen who liked to be among the Welsh people. He had been in the Civil War and had lost his leg in battle. He used a crutch. When we would come to these rivers, he would say, "You are the smallest one of all, take hold of me." Being hold of him would help me. He had his crutch and wooden leg. I walked through all the rivers holding on to Stephen. The rivers were swift and deep. The water would come into the wagon box and over the oxen's backs and the oxen would make such a loud noise driving the water out of their noses. The teamster would have to ride on the back of the oxen to guide them in the water.
We soon came to one of the women who had been stolen by the Indians and had escaped from them. She was at a government station along the way. Her husband and two boys had been killed and her two girls had been stolen. Her mind was completely broken and she was nearly dead. She didn't want anything. She was right out of her head. We could look at her through the window of a cabin. I thought it was the most pitiful sight I had ever seen.
I remember one day in particular. I was barefooted and I couldn't follow the wagon because I felt so ill, and my feet were so sore and bleeding. The wagons got farther and farther ahead. My brother and mother were sick in the wagon and so were not with me. I gave out and sat down to rest a bit and I could see that they were a long way ahead. When they camped at night my mother saw that I wasn't with them. And, as sick as she was, she came back for me. I had been crying, but I dried my tears and go up to meet her. "Oh, Mother", I cried, "Why did you come back for me as sick as you are?" But she only smiled at me. She looked very ill when we got to camp. Thus we traveled along from day to day.
We arrived in Great Salt Lake City on October 4, 1864.
[Source: http://www.welshmormonhistory.org/index.php?/resources/view/1146]
Mormon Pioneer Overland Travel, 1847–1868
Source of Trail Excerpt:
Fletcher, Eliza Duncombe, Life of Eliza Duncombe Fletcher, 1. (Trail excerpt transcribed from "Pioneer History Collection" available at Pioneer Memorial Museum [Daughters of Utah Pioneers Museum], Salt Lake City, Utah. Some restrictions apply.)
Read Trail Excerpt:We started across the plains July 10, with Captain William Warren in charge of oztrain [ox train]. I saw bodies lying where the Indians had killed them and left them, but we were a large company—150 wagons, 485 oxen—so the Indians were afraid to come too close to us. I saw where they had burned wagons.
One afternoon we saw a fire where they had camped. The next morning two boys went back with field glasses and saw that the whole camp had been wiped out.
One night the captain told the teamsters not to turn the cattle loose as he expected the Indians, so the men and boys stood guard and at midnight we heard them coming, shouting their warhoops. When they got about halfway round the camp the men fired on them and the Indians found we were ready for them so they fled.
I walked nearly all the way across the plains and one time layed down to rest and went to sleep. When I awoke it was nearly night, and I didn't know which way to go, but I suppose I was inspired to look for the oxen tracks and followed them until I saw a man going for water with a can like a big milk can. I hurried to catch him and went into camp and found they had had supper and had not missed me.
Of the family I came with, the father [Edward Chappell], mother [Agnes Boardman Chappell], my chum, their oldest son [Robert Edward Chappell; second oldest son], and their baby [Jemima Elizabeth Chappell] died with mountain fever, and were buried on the wayside. I am thankful I was too young to sense the sorrow very deeply.
These are a few thing we went through in coming to Zion but I am thankful to my Heavenly Father for his protection and care over me so that I came through in safety. I arrived in Salt Lake City 4 Oct. 1864.
Mormon Pioneer Overland Travel, 1847–1868
Source of Trail Excerpt:
Hanks, Eliza Edwards, [Diary excerpt], in Josephine Peterson Hanks, Biography of William David Hanks, 4.
Read Trail Excerpt:Quoting Eliza, "I walked all the way across the plains—a distance of about 1000 miles. When we started, I had three pair of shoes but finally they wore out and so much of this way was bare-footed. Often I could see the blood from my sore feet that was left in the sand as I walked along. Sometimes I would set down to rest, and then the wagon train would go on and leave me all alone. Once I felt I just couldn't go any more but mother came back to find me after the wagons had stopped for the night."
Mormon Pioneer Overland Travel, 1847–1868
Source of Trail Excerpt:
Jones, John Lee, Reminiscences [ca. 1900-1926], 12-14.
Read Trail Excerpt:In 1864, I was Called to fill another Mission to Drive 4 Yoke of Oxen & Wagon down to the Frontier of "Nebraska Territory on the Missourie River, to Pick up the Saints Coming from England who was Emigrated by the Perpetual Emigration Fund up to this Point, we was yet in rather destitute Circumstances, in Order to prepare me for the Journey of nearly 4000 Miles, my Wife was Obliged to take the Blanket from her Bed to make me a Shirt. My out Fit Consisted of the Following, a Small Bag of Flour, 20 lbs of Crackers, a Knife, Spoon, Tin Cup, & Plate, a Blanket & two Quilts, Pr of Buckskin Pants, the above Blanket Shirt, " A Gun & Pistol", the last Named was borrowed, from Bro H Lunt. Bros"Edward Parry" & Cha[rle]s Nye, was called to go on this Mission at the Same time. Our Steers & Oxen with Yokes Chains & Waggons were furnished by the Breathren of the "Cedar Ward", who furnished them until our return, & was Credited on Labour Tithing for their use.
We Started on our Long Journey April 10th 1864 nearley 4000 Miles, Our Steers were very Wild, wich retarded our progress in Traveling at first, we would be till 10. O.Clock in the Morning in Catching Some of the Wilder Cattle, we would only Make 6 Miles per Day, but we Soon got them Tractable, & proscuted our Journey with More Speed, & increased the Distance to 12 & 16 Miles a Day.
When we got into Wyoming Territory We found the Platt[e] River Runing & nearly one Mile Wide we had to Swim our Cattle & Waggons Over, Wich took us some 4 Days the Snow Water was Very Cold & Made us all very weary & Cold, being in the Water So long, but the Lord blessed us & our Bodyes & prepared us for the Occation.
We arrived in July on the Banks of the Missourie River, & Met the Saints who had been brought, from Europe, thence up the River to the City of Wyoming, wich was then the Outfitting Post, for the Emigration, (for this was before the Union Pacific Rail Road was Built.) Consequently these Deserts & Plains had to be Travesed by Oxen, Mules, & Ho[r]ses. Some Even Came to Utah With Hand Carts a few years prevous to this time. I think it was in the Years 1858-9
After resting our Cattle a Short time, We Loaded in the Luggage of the Saints, Souls was apportioned to Me to bring Home to Zion, there Names were as follows Mother [Mary Ann] Lord & 2 Daughters [Jane and Hannah], Bro [John] & Sis. [Amelia] Mills & three others I forget their names, in returning Home we lost Many of our Cattle, Dying of Poison.
We had a Stampeed Just after we Crossed the South Platt at Juelsburge On the Pole Creek Route, resulting in the loss of 5 or 6 Head of Our Cattle. Some of them had their Legs Broken others had their Hornes torn off from their Heads Others had their Backs Broaken, & as they was in Tolerable Condition in Flesh we Butchered two of them for Beef & distributed it among the Emigrants and Teamsters, this Act proved to be very bad for the Saints, as the Fresh Beef gave them the Cholera & Many of them Died. I Buried 3 Souls that was in My Waggon, Vis Sis Lord & Bro & Sis Mills, they were good Saints, & will be Resurrected When the first Trump Shall Sound, in the Morn of the Millennium. The Teamsters were Compeled to Sleep out Upon the Ground, in Consequence of the Waggons being Loaded up to the Bows, those in My Waggon had a Tent to Sleep in.
There was one circumstance on the way, the Weather was very Stormy it had been Raining all Night Our Bedding was Completely Saturated. On waking in the Morning I found we had been lying in two Inches of Water all Night, & two Large Black Reptiles about 2 feet Long, who no doubt Crawled in between us out of the Rain. I notified Bro. "Edward Purry," My Companion who Slept with me, of the two Black Inmates in Bed, he Soon gave them a wide Birth by Springing out, leaving them Sole Possessors of the Bed. But we Soon dislodged them. We then Wrung out the Water from our Cloths, Placed them in the Waggon & Prepared for the Days Journey, the Indians were very bad at this time Attackting Many of the Gentile Emigration, who was going to Montana & California in Search for Gold & Silver, but the Lord preserved us his Saints, we had a double Guard out every Night & Traveled in a Co of 110 Waggons, wich reached 5 Miles in length when all in Motion.
In due time we arrived in "Salt Lake City" Where the poor Saints were provided with Homes among the Saints in Zion, Untill they Could get Homes of their own.
Mormon Pioneer Overland Travel, 1847–1868
Source of Trail Excerpt:
Rampton, Ada Alice McDuff, Reminiscence in "Called at the Age of Sixty," Davis County Clipper, 16 Sep. 1910, 1.
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Mrs. Rampton emigrated to Utah in 1864 with her parents, crossing the plains in Captain Warren’s company. It was the time of the Civil War and the Indians were on the warpath. She relates that a number of times they came up to farms and ranches where the inhabitants had all been killed off; the Indians being scared away by the approach of their train. One small mule train, bound for California, that had been traveling in their company for protection, getting impatient at the slow progress of the ox teams, pushed on ahead. The next day the slower ox teams came up to a place where all the company had been massacred and horribly mutilated by the Indians, their mules killed and the wagons and property destroyed.
Mormon Pioneer Overland Travel, 1847–1868
Source of Trail Excerpt:
Stannard, J. W. P., "The Journey Over the Plains," Deseret News [Weekly], 26 Oct. 1864, 27.
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THE JOURNEY OVER THE PLAINS. TO THE EDITOR OF THE DESERET NEWS:
"Ublest Libertas, ibl est Patria."-CICERO. [Where liberty is, there is my country.]
SIR:—Being advised that an account of the Emigrants' journey over the Plains, would be acceptable to many of your intelligent readers, I respectfully submit to their perusal, the following narration of a company's procedure under the supervision of Captain William S. Warren; and as I am a member of the Church of England, the statement by a "Gentile" may on that account be deemed impartial, respecting the judicious arrangements made for the Emigrants' welfare.
The "Agent of the Emigration," at Wyoming, Joseph W. Young, Esq., furnished the Emigrants with excellent provisions. The flour, hams, bacon, rice, sugar, apples, beans, etc., were the very best that money could procure; and the Emigrants generally concur with me in feeling grateful to that gentlemen, for supplying them so well. En passant, it seems not irrelevant to add, for the benefit of future Emigrants, that those who roasted the beans, then ground them into powder, and used it as coffee, were preserved from Diarrhoea, which attacked others, and proved fatal to some; as might naturally be expected among several hundred persons, in a journey of 1100 miles, and occupying upwards of ten weeks. "Tell me," said the Irishman, "the place where people don't die, and I will go and end my days there." The "Commissary" carefully superintended the distribution of the provisions, every alternate week; and saw that "every one had his portion of meat, etc., in due season." With such good provision for the body, the wants of the soul were not neglected. The "Chaplain" called us together, mornings and evenings, for public worship. The Prayers appropriate for the occasion, nullified the latter part of the following statement, which recently appeared in the Chicago Tribune: viz. "the Mormons believe in Joseph Smith, but do not believe in Jesus Christ!" Whether this latter clause proceeded from a penny-a-liner's gross ignorance of their religion; (which a perusal of any of their books, or an attendance upon any one of their services would promptly remove: or from his base pandering to the morbid antipathy against the "Mormons," and was overlooked by the intelligent Editors: it was very reprehensible in a public journal, and discreditable to its respectable conductors. Many of the Hymns sung, being compiled from Wesley, Watts, etc., were familiar to me: and I enjoyed the singing, especially of that fire old Doxology.
"Praise God from whom all blessings flow; Praise him all creatures here below; Praise him above, ye heavenly hostPraise Father, Son, and Holy Ghost."
Which reverberated on the extensive plains of Dacotah: and why not? Divine worship should not be confined to human buildings: the Universe is God's temple; the dome of heaven its lofty roof; the plane of earth, its wide basis; sun, moon, and stars its glittering ornaments; every devout heart, an altar; every upright man, a priest; and prayer and praise, the incense, which arises to heaven with acceptance, and draws down a gracious benediction. "Guards" were regularly set, morning and evening, for the protection of the passengers, Cattle, Wagons, etc.; and thus, like the ancient Israelites under Nehemiah; "we made our prayer unto God, and had a watch set night and day. In describing the various Officials, the "Teamsters" should not be overlooked. Coming, as many of them did, from various parts of Europe, the Teamsters' knowledge of the English language, was remarkable to an experienced Tutor, long accustomed to educate Scholars and train Teachers in English, inter alia. I remember at Bourbon College in France, when I was Professor there, a Parisian studying English, exclaiming, one morning. "Some thieves stole Mr. Durand, last night: they robbed his watch, and other articles:" instead of "some thieves robbed Mr. Durand, last night: they stole his watch, etc." No such error was made by the Teamsters, as was made by that Collegian. Their correct pronunciation too was gratifying. In adjacent wagons, were two young men, each eighteen years old; one was a native of Norway, who had been in Utah six years; the other was a North Briton, who emigrated from Scotland this year. The Norwegian's pronunciation of English was correct and intelligible. The North Briton's was in the broad Scotch dialect; which (like the Irish brogue) is difficult to be understood by the English or Americans. The superiority of the foreigner's pronunciation of English is to be ascribed to his long residence in Utah; for the Americans' orthoepy is remarkably good. Of course, well-educated Englishmen and Americans speak alike; but taking the vast majority of the people of Great Britain and America, the superiority of American's pronunciation is obvious; and forcibly impressed my mind during the last three years that I taught Private Families and Public Schools in Illinois, and held a "first-grade Certificate of Qualification." The Americans have no "patois," (as the French term it;) they never say "I wull" and "you shull:" they never speak of "hogs and happles;" " 'ouses and 'orses;" "wirtue" and "winegar;" "this vicked var," etc; which dialects and provincialisms disfigure the pronunciation of many Britons. The "Captain" ably superintended the whole; and at times seemed almost ubiquitous; and he was "here, there, and everywhere," when his presence was requested; and by wisely tempering authority with benignity, secured for himself general respect.
With such physical and spiritual provision; under such able guardianship; and with the beneficent protection of our heavenly Father, we at length arrived at this far-famed city; and here my expectations were completely surpassed. Much as I had read about Utah and its inhabitants, from the elaborate and masterly work of Captain Stansbury, (one of the earlier and best books on the subject,) to the recent publication of Captain Burton, I was impelled to exclaim with one of old, "the half has not been told me," and was reminded of the inscription on the tomb of Sir Christopher Wren, in St. Paul's Cathedral, London, and its celebrated Architect. That inscription is, "si monumentum quaeris, circumspice," i. e. "if you seek his monument, look around:" see the cathedral he has erected, &c. So, to any one desirous of knowing what the calumniated "Mormons" really are, I would say, "come hither, and 'look around.'" See the beautiful city, they have built; see the extensive fields they have cultivated; see the rich productions they have raised; see how they have made the wilderness and the solitary place to be glad for them, and the desert to become "DESERET," and to rejoice and blossom as the rose. Surely such a people; so industrious, as surrounding objects indicate; so religious as their crowded Bowery evinces, eminently deserve to have their "Territory" formed into a "STATE." For maintaining this truth in Illinois, I was assailed, defamed, maligned, and as the climax of my opponents' vituperation, I was called a "Mormon;" but the only answer I received was, "perhaps it would be made into a State, but for its peculiar institutions." Irrespective of the declaration, "Congress shall pass no law respecting religion, or the exercise thereof;—(which concerns Americans exclusively, and might be deemed presumptuous for a foreigner to intermeddle with)—I contended for the broad, grand doctrine that with "Institutions," whether "peculiar" or general, which emanate from Christian principles, no Government has any right to interfere. While as an Englishman, I readily concur with Dr. Watts.
"Let Caesar's dues be ever paid
To Caesar and his throne, As a Christian, I cordially add, with that poet,
But consciences and souls were made
To be the Lord's alone."
"Conscience," said an eminent judge, "is not amenable to human laws, nor subject to human tribunals." All that governments have a right to require is, that the inhabitants should properly perform their duties; and then they are justly entitled to possess their rights, as denizens of a Free State. The maligned "Mormons" have nobly discharged their duties; and therefore preeminently merit to enjoy their privilege, as citizens of THE FREE STATE OF "DESERET." I cordially rejoice in the prosperity of the Latter-day Saints, although, like the former day Saints, they are every where spoken against; (thus proving what Dr. Paley terms an "undesigned coincidence," thus Mormonism and Christianity are identical, by each meeting with the same reception;) and I heartily wish that their future progress may resemble "the shining light, which shineth more and more unto the perfect day."
I am, sir, yours respectfully,J. W. P. STANNARD,Professor of Languages and Mathematics.G. S. L. City, Oct. 13th, 1864.
Mormon Pioneer Overland Travel, 1847–1868
Source of Trail Excerpt:
Stott, Edwin, "A Sketch of My Life," Utah Historical Quarterly, July, Oct. 1941, 187.
Read Trail Excerpt:In 1864, I was called to go back to the Missouri River after Mormon immigrants. Our company was composed of sixty wagons with eight head of oxen to the wagon, which made a total of four hundred eighty head of cattle in the company. My calling in the company, with three others, was the night herding of these cattle. It was a hard task, and I slept but very little night or day for six weeks. It was also a year of unusually high water, every creek and river being flooded. We had to swim our cattle and wagons in crossing the South Platte River. When we were on our journey about six hundred miles, we came to a section of country of much rain at that season of the year. We had rain and thunder storms every night for two weeks or more. We journeyed on and finally reached the Missouri River. The Mormon immigration was there ready to be loaded. We started back for Utah, but the Indians were very troublesome. A small company of three wagons, four mules to each wagon, bound for Oregon, traveled with us until we passed Fort Leavenworth, then they left us, as we were traveling too slow for them. But in two days we came upon the place where the Indians had killed them all, set fire to their wagons and stolen their mules. At this time the country was being settled to some extent. men were coming out and taking up ranches and building homes. Indians were killing them and setting fire to their homes and stealing their belongings. As we were traveling along at night we could see the homes burning on the horizon. When we were about five hundred and forty miles on our journey we camped about one half mile from some freighters, forty wagons in all. They had been to Denver, Colorado, with their loads, and were on their way back. In the night we heard yelling and shooting. Presently we saw the fire start burning. The Indians had set fire to all the wagons and driven their cattle away and killed all the men.
As night herders we had many narrow escapes from the Indians. But the blessings of the Lord were up on us, and we landed home in safety.
Mormon Pioneer Overland Travel, 1847–1868
Source of Trail Excerpt:
Wilson, Stephen Fairchild, Reminiscence, 17-23 (Trail excerpt transcribed from "Pioneer History Collection" available at Pioneer Memorial Museum [Daughters of Utah Pioneers Museum], Salt Lake City, Utah. Some restrictions apply.)
Read Trail Excerpt:Early next spring 1864, my father said we must make a start for Salt Lake City on account of the persecution of our neighbors which grew more and more unbearable day by day. With all the haste we could command under the circumstances we got ready the best we could, and father fitted up his span of ponies and light wagon and one morning about 3 or 4 o'clock A.M. early in April 1864, he took us by surprise by driving the team into the door post close to the door and quietly said in a low voice make haste and load up no time to lose, and in less time than it takes to write it, Aunt Rebecca and her 6 children, my sister Sarah Alice and myself with our scanty bedding, clothing, a few dishes and small provisions we were packed into the little wagon all ready to start! Father said now—"Stephen is the teamster" and he held the lines while the "teamster" got firmly seated for the ponies were restless and seemed to catch the spirit of it and were impatient to start for Utah! It was about 4 a.m. and about the 5 of April 1864 when father handed the lines up to me saying "peace and good luck be with you" till father, mother, sister Elizabeth, brothers Ira Lyman, Oliver Cowdery and little Joseph Ellis Wilson mother’s baby and brother Sidney Smith, his wife Nancy Brizandine and baby boy 1 year old, with his light rig overtook us 50 miles from the old homestead which we left for the dogs to fight over!! I stopped at a place which father previously designated till they came up. That was indeed a happy reunion of a family of refugees fleeing from persecution which we suffered more or less since we fled from Nauvoo Illinois June 1846, a lapse of 18 years. We indeed felt to thank our Heavenly Father for our freedom in the pure fresh air of the prairies of western Iowa while on our journey to the promised land of Utah.
After several more day's travel of 150 miles taking turns riding and walking along side of the
Some time after the 4th of July a few days 1864, my father loaded mother and her children into Captain Warren's train of ox teams according to arrangement, Sidney my brother, wife and 2 children into Captain Canfield's train. Father took "aunt" Rebecca and her 6 children in his light pony wagon and traveled along with the trains till we arrived in Salt Lake City Utah about the 5th of October 1864.
About two weeks after we left the Missouri River and somewhere in Nebraska Territory—now a state—just as father and I were tieing the hame strings on his ponies they started in a second on the back road leaving their harness strung along the road for about two miles before they were overtaken by the horsemen belonging
MARIA HEAP
[Ancestral Link: Mary Elizabeth Bickmore (Schow), daughter of Ellen Oldham (Bickmore), daughter of Maria Heap (Oldham).]
Inscription: Mother. Maria Heap Oldham, Born at Hasingdon, England December 28, 1816, Died January 1, 1886. Father. John Oldham, Born at Hasingdon, England July 1, 1813, Died November 24, 1874.
Burial: Paradise Cemetery, Paradise, Cache County, Utah, USA - Plot: L6
Birth: December 28, 1816, Lancashire, England
Death: January 1, 1886, Paradise, Cache County, Utah, USA
Maria was the daughter of John and Alice (Howorth) Heap. She was the oldest of 3 sisters and a brother. Maria was the wife of John Oldham. Maria and John married 4 June 1836 in St. James Church, Haslingden, Lancashire, England.
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Maria attended the Bury, Manchester, England Conference. She was removed in conference on November 18, 1854.
From unknown book, page 946
Copy of photo of family group of 4 men and three women with two oval inserts of two women between the three people standing on back row. Typewritten on top of photo John and Maria Heap Oldham Family Abt 1904 Utah. Typewritten on bottom of photo Seated; L to R -Thomas - Alice O. Mitton - Maria O. Tams - Samuel Heap Standing L to R - James Henry - Ellen O. Bickmore - John Oldham Jr. On the Wall L to R - Eliza O. Remmington - Margret Ann O. Crapo. Photo taken about 1904.
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