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Autobiography Of Edward B. Clark
Traveling Experiences of Edward B. Clark

My first trip to Georgetown, Idaho where my father had a ranch was made with Father, Henry Leggett, a brother to father's second wife and Joseph E. Stevenson. The first night away form home we camped in an unoccupied cabin in Ogden Canyon. We were four days making the trip from Farmington to Georgetown. I remember we stayed in Georgetown three days, gathering the cattle and making arrangements to leave. We were seven days returning to Farmington with a small herd of cattle. We camped over night with Aunt Mary Rich and put the cattle in the yard of Apostle Charles C. Rich. We traveled the south route, as it was called, going by way of Huntsville and Mountain Green. That was my first trip but I made many more later with cattle and otherwise.

Father also owned property, including a Grist Mill in Morgan where I used to go quite often after mill and feed stuff, for use at home. I remember Father sent me alone with a good gentle team. Mother thought it was too dangerous for a lad like me, especially going around Devil's Gate, as there was a very narrow place against the cliff of rock, and also there was a narrow place where the road had no bottom, and it was bridged with plank or slabs. Father replied that I could get out of the wagon and walk across the narrow place, which of course would have been more dangerous than driving the team from inside the wagon.

Another trip I made was with a yoke of oxen; I think Dick and Duke, which had been turned out for a few weeks in Hard Scrabble Canyon west of Porterville. The wagon was loaded with some shingles and Mill stuff. The weather was very warm and when I got to the sand hill by Jack Hill's place, a couple of miles south of the canyon, the oxen appeared very tired. As I was nearing the top of the hill where the sand was quite heavy and hard to pull through, I would take a shingle and clear the sand away from in front of all four wheels and start the oxen. They would go two or three feet, as far as I had dug the sand away and they would stop. Mr. Hill was working on his farm adjoining and when he saw that I was having quite a time, he came over to where I was and said, "Bub, are you having some trouble?" I told him the oxen could only pull the wagon two or three feet at a time. "Well," he said, "Let your oxen rest a few minutes." He took a jack knife from his pocket and cut an oak stick four or five feet long, sharpened one end of it and said, "Now get on your wagon," which I did, and don't you think I got to the top of the hill in a hurry. He jabbed the off ox with the goad and hit the near one a lick and the way they went to the top of the hill. There are tricks in all trades. I supposed he helped many a person up the hill. Another time I was coming from Morgan in a white top buggy with Aunt Nancy. When we got to the bottom of the sand hill, one of the horses refused to budge. I tried to lead him, but he was too stubborn to move. Mr. Hill, seeing our predicament, came to our rescue. He told me to get in the buggy and hold the lines. Then he took the upper lip of the horse, opened his mouth and with the other hand filled h is mouth with sand, and the way we went.

Another time I went to Morgan after some porkers, while Joseph E. Stevenson was managing the gristmill. Nothing would do but I must go deer hunting, as Joseph E. had an appointment with Lyman Porter to go. So we hired a man to dress the pigs and we went up in the hills south of Porterville. We spotted a deer three or four hundred yards away. Joseph said, "Raise your sight" and I did. The two of us shot so near together that he didn't hear the report of my gun. We were separated some distance and he claimed he shot the deer and I cut some of the hair off his back. During the hunt I went down in the bottom of a canyon. Some deer came along the side of the canyon and stopped just opposite me. I don't think they were more than 100 yards from me. I shot all my cartridges at one and he didn't move. When I looked at my gun, I hadn't lowered the sight. I thought it served me right for going after wild game when I had a load of dressed pork. I never went hunting deer again, but I did go hunting chickens two or three times up Georgetown Canyon with Myron J. and W. W. Richards. We had splendid success with our .22 rifles. We stopped over night near the Blackfoot River. It was in August and when we awakened in the morning, there was a thick layer of ice on the water in the coffee pot. Another time Amasa and I, on our way to lower Star Valley, passed through Dry Valley and the sage hens were so thick that A. L. said it almost looked like a herd of sheep---but we had no guns along.

On one other occasion I went to Morgan alone in the wintertime with the team and the cutter to close the mortgage father held on the mill. People were unable to pay, so they told father to sell the mill. Some people from Ogden tried to intimidate me, saying the mill wouldn't bring the value of the mortgage. I arranged with one of the Walton boys to make a bid. Then I bid the price of the mortgage and Mr. Anderson made another bid and it was sold to him. A few years later the mill burned down and was never rebuilt. The mill was built by Father at the instance of Pres. Brigham Young, who told Father the people of Weber Valley needed a mill and for him to go and build one. Father, like many others, would do just what Pres. Young suggested. As Father owned other property than the mill, my brother Charles Rich Clark moved one of his families to Morgan and looked after the property. His other family lived in Georgetown. My brother Charles R. raised a fine large family and some of his sons still live in Morgan. When the wife of one of the boys died, A. L. and his wife and I attended the funeral in the stake tabernacle at Morgan. She was held in very high esteem and many fine tributes were paid to her and to the Clark boys of Morgan. The members of his other family are just as good. It is good to hear the fine tributes paid members of the Ezra T. Clark family.

One of the trips I made to Georgetown stands out prominently in my mind. It was the trip I made soon after our marriage, which took place Sept. 25, 1879. Wealthy's mother went with us in a white-top carriage. I think it was the second night from home; night overtook us at Riverdale in the north end of Cache Valley. We forded the river just as it was getting dark. The women folk were quite frightened, but after crossing we stopped with an old acquaintance of Sister Richards. On our return trip, we got to Meadowville (some called in Kimballville, as a number of Kimballs lived there), it was raining and we needed to get some shelter. We called at one of the biggest houses I town, but they couldn't take us in. We drove up near a log house and seeing a man outside, we asked where we could get a place to stay over night. The man quickly said, "right here." When we got in the house we found it to be house of Sister Kimball, wife of Heber C. Kimball and mother of J. Golden Kimball, who was an old acquaintance of Sister Richards. Biog men are men wherever you find them. This was at a time when Golden and his brothers were but young men. Since that time we have made the trip to Georgetown and Soda Springs almost annually, or oftener.

After Wilford W. Richards, my wife's brother, married Emily Randall, I suggested he go to Georgetown and look after our ranch. We moved a log house that was build by Ed Stoddard down by the Bear River, up onto the Bobby White place for them to live in. Later they bought a home and he was made Bishop of the Ward. Still later he moved to Paris, where he was a counselor to Pres. Shepherd of Bear Lake Stake. Here he had a large family, before he became suddenly sick and passed away at an early age. Wealthy and I were at his bedside during the last moments of his life. Later, Emily sold her home in Paris and moved to Logan where she could send her children to good schools and educate them and she made a splendid job of it.

Before Wilford died, he was down to October conference with Pres. Shepherd and William Rich and Wilford suggested to Pres. Shepherd, who was in need of a driving team, that he go out and buy horses at Farmington, which resulting in his buying a pair of fillies from me. I was at that time preparing to go on my mission. He said that if I would deliver them at Paris, he would pay me $300, which I did. I drove up Cub Creek Canyon and over to Paris, which was my first trip over that road. I think I have now traveled over all the roads from Farmington to Bear Lake Valley. The fillies were the pride of Pres. Shepherd and proved to be one of the best driving teams in the valley. I think now, how much I was prospered and blessed in preparing for that mission. I marvel how good the Lord was to me, for every move I made was successful. While in Georgetown I sold another animal and a number of calves at a good price to a Mr. Banks who lived between Soda Springs and Bancroft. Later I became acquainted with two of the youngest Banks boys in the mission field. One of them was in my group in the West Iowa Conference. He, Albert Banks, succeeded me as president of the district, as it is now called. Albert would sometimes talk in his sleep. One night while we were out traveling in the country together, he woke me up saying, "Some time the world will wake up and find that Mormonism is true."

I used to take pride in handling cattle. I remember one time while traveling with the here in Cache Valley; we camped on the divide near Collinston in Box Elder County. Then as we passed through Clarkston an assessor came after us, demanding of me a cash settlement for taxes, as we soon would be in Idaho. I refused to pay; telling him the cattle had been assessed in Davis County. He threatened to attack the herd. I told him to go ahead. He returned to the town and brought an officer. I told them, "there was the herd" but I will hold you responsible for every one of them." They were not so certain about handling the cattle, so they finally said if I would sign a paper that the cattle had been assessed in Utah, I might on with the cattle.

The officers pulled this stunt on Brother Manning while passing through. We did not even stay in Cache County over night, as we would drive from Box Elder County into Idaho the same day. I have always been willing to pay just dues, but I did not appreciate being imposed upon.

Another experience I had while driving the cattle was with one of my helpers when we camped just south of Willard. The young man had met some Farmington boys who were going to camp a little south of where we were camping, at the Cold Springs. These boys had encouraged the young man working with me to go home with them, as they would get home a day ahead of me. Early next morning after breakfast he struck out afoot to go with the other boys, but when he got to the springs, the Farmington boys had left and he was afoot and alone. He saw Joseph and asked him for some money to go home on the train. Joseph referred him to me and I told him no, that he had not filled his contract and that I had telegraphed home for home help to meet us; but that as soon as we got home I would settle with him. He was very much humiliated and asked me if he might ride home in the wagon. I told him he could, but that his pay was stopped. I was perhaps a little severe with the boy, but I wanted to teach him a lesson, which he would long remember. In later years, he came and apologized, saying I did the right thing with him, and he thanked me.

As the country became more thickly settled and traffic became heavier, we stopped driving the cattle on foot and shipped them by train. It took us about 12 days to drive the cattle to Georgetown. Now we travel the same distance by automobile in about four hours.

A miraculous circumstance occurred to four of us, Joseph S., Oliver, Amasa l., and myself as we were returning from Georgetown and a little north of Smithfield. It was just getting dark and cars had their lights on. Our car slipped off the road and down an embankment and landed right side up with a broken or bent axle and smashed wheel but with no one seriously hurt. Amasa L. received first aid by a lady in a nearby home, for a small cut on the tip of his head. People asked how could you do it without tipping over. Amasa L. replied, "I don't know unless it is because we have a couple of Temple Workers who have filled their missions." I have always felt that if ever angels or unseen powers helped save anyone, they did their work this time. I now I have been protected many times in my life. Here is one instance where it looked like I had about finished my earthly course.

I was riding a spirited and rather fractious horse, driving a bunch of cattle to the slaughter yard. It was in the wintertime and the roads were slippery. Upon meeting another bunch of cattle coming north as I was going south, I went to go around my cattle to head them out of the road, when the horse slipped and fell. I had a pair of overshoes on that were hard to get in and out of the stirrup. As the horse fell I kicked my foot, trying to free it from the stirrup, when all at once the stirrup strap three or four inches wide broken in two. Had not the stirrup given way I expect the horse would have kicked or drug me to my death. To me it was providential.

Another time on the range between Georgetown and Soda Springs I was riding a colt I was breaking. I was trying to drive a band of wild horses to the ranch. The horses made a break for the hills. I started my horse on a run to head them off, when my horse stepped in a badger hole and turned a summersault, throwing me about a rod in head of the horse. To my surprise the colt stood still and let me go up to him and get on his back. I thought of course he would run to the band of horses he was used to being with.

I made many friends while traveling and among them were members of the Rich family in Paris, Idaho. William Rich was always friendly and wanted to keep up the family relationship. Then there was his Brother Amasa, their sister Nanie and her husband Hyrum S. Wooley. One time during Charles C. Rich's last sickness I visited his home. When we met, he shed tears. He was such a great friend of my father. They used to travel together going back to Bear Lake after the general conference sessions. I remember being with them on one trip.

One sad and costly experience I had was wintering cattle on Gray's Lake with Joseph E. Stevenson, who was wintering cattle there for H. S. Wooley. Our feed in Farmington was rather short for the number of cattle we had, so I was induced to buy hay out at Gray's Lake. It was a very hard, cold winter and many people lost many of their cattle. Aunt Phoebe was out there keeping house and cooking for us. I took down with a serious case of rheumatism. I remember Aunt Phoebe, bless her heart, wrapped me up in a wet sheet and gave me a good sweat. She was glad to see me get out of that country alive. I came out on a sled over four feet of crusted snow in April.

I have had some very interesting trips in my life. A number of them were with Wealthy, who liked to travel. Orson and wife took us to Yellowstone Park and we came back by way of Afton, Wyoming. Another time we went with a group of temple workers and others, about thirty of us in a bus, and went to the Cardston Temple in Canada and to some of the national parks and places of interest. We returned by way of Yellowstone Park and saw many of the wonderful sights, including the feeding of the bears. The scenery was beautiful and Wealthy enjoyed the trips very much. While en route to Canada, we stopped at a hotel in Great Falls, Montana---it was cheaper to stay at hotels rather than at tourist cabins because of the large crowd---and upon leaving Brother Haycock, with whom we worked in the temple and were well acquainted, left his purse under his pillow. After we had gone considerable distance from town, he came to me and asked what he should do. I told him that we would get along all right, as I had money, and we phoned the hotel at our next stop and arranged for them to hold the purse and money for him. It was there when we returned from Canada.

Another excursion we took to Canada was also under the able leadership and supervision of Brother Norman Erickson, who was a very able and efficient supervisor. He went west through the Rocky Mountains, after visiting the Cardston Temple, over a very picturesque and beautiful country, including the wonderful trip up Mt. Rainer to the glacier and down to Seattle and Portland. When at Portland, we stayed overnight with Kneland C. Tanner, son of my sister Annie C. Tanner. He is a prominent lawyer in Portland and has a beautiful home on the west side of Portland. He drove us around the city and we got a good view of the city. He and his lovely wife took us into their beautiful home and treated us royally.

We also took an excursion to visit the temples south of Salt Lake City. This was under the sponsorship of Brother Bradford and most of us were temple workers. We left Salt Lake quite early in the morning and went through the St. George Temple that evening. The next day we went to Boulder Dam, which was not finished at the time. We had to go back to Las Vegas to get a place to spend the night. The next day we had trouble with flat tires and were late and had trouble in finding a place to stay at night, but we arrived at Mesa the next day and were received kindly by Brother Charles R. Jones, president of the Mesa Temple. Brother Phelps, half brother to Joseph Phelps, and an own cousin of the Clarks, took us to his home, where we stayed with him and his lovely wife. Both of them were temple workers and were taking the same parts as Wealthy and I were taking. We had the pleasure of being the witnesses in two of the temples on the trip. Bro and Sister Phelps took us around the country, visiting the orange, lemon and grapefruit orchards and seeing some of the ancient canals and other relics of by-gone days, built by a people little known by the people of the world. We stayed overnight and went to church with the Phelps. We saw some people we were acquainted with, among them was Sister Ellsworth. We returned by way of the Grand Canyon of the Colorado, one of the most wonderful sights in the world. We stayed over night at Kanab in Southern Utah at the home of Elder Swapp. We went through the Manti Temple and were treated nicely by Brother Young, president of the Manti Temple.

I had now done work in all of our Temples, except the Hawaiian Temple. I have also been in the Kirtland Temple, visited the site of the Nauvoo Temple, the temple site at Independence and at Far West.

One of the last trips I took with Wealthy was to Soda Springs, Georgetown, Fish Haven, Evanston and then through Echo Canyon. When we got to the junction I asked her which way she wanted to go home, by way of Morgan and Weber Canyon or via Coalville or go on a longer trip. She remarked, "I will go with the car." We went through Coalville, Wanship, Oakley and over to Kamas, where Bryant had taught school, through Heber, Charleston, Provo and on to Payson where we stayed over night with Alta Knowlton and her husband. We had a nice time with them and their lovely daughters. We then went to Bryce's Canyon, Cedar Breaks, through the tunnels to Zion's Canyon and on to Cedar City where we spent the night and then returned home. It was a wonderful trip. What would I give for another such trip.

In 1917 when we got the new Paige car, President Robinson, his wife Romina, Wealthy and I went to St. George to a fruit festival nicely arranged to honor Governor Simon Bamberger. We pitched our tents on the lawn of Mayor Miller, a cousin of President Robinson, and ate our meals with the Millers. The fruit, melons, grapes, etc, were very nice, but oh my it was Hot. We went to Zion's Canyon and expected to spend the night, but the women folks said, "nothing doing." As they would not say over night under those great mountain walls.

While speaking of trips, I must not forget to mention our trip at the close of my mission. I got permission for Wealthy to come to the mission field when I was about to be released. She met me at Council Bluffs and accompanied me on a trip around the mission field. I got permission to visit some relatives in Appleton City, Missouri where we were treated fine by our cousins. We stayed at the home of Cousin George. He lived out a little way from the center of town on one of his farms. He had a fine home, as did Cousin Ezra and other members of the family. After spending a few days at Appleton City, we went to Des Moines and visited some friends and then returned to Council Bluffs, where I received a call to go to Boone, Iowa to conduct a funeral of one of the family of Sister Hallstead's. We then returned home, after making a delightful conclusion to a successful mission.

Edward B. Clark Autobiography

<Autobiography Main>< Introduction>< Early Childhood> < Boyhood> < Young Manhood> < Genealogy> < Summary of Church Activities> < Priesthood Activities> < Missionary Work> < Civic Service> < Positions in Civic Affairs> < Farming> < Water> < Traveling Experiences> < Children Born to Edward B. Clark> < Incidents in the Life of Wealthy Richards Clark> < Testimony By Mrs. Wealthy Richards Clark> < Incidents in the Life and Labors of Alice Randall Clark>< A Message to The Ezra T. Clark Association> < Faith Promotion Incidents of Edward B. Clark> < Another Faith Promoting Incident> < Another Case of Remarkable Healing> < Activities of My Family---My Great Achievement> < My Testimony> < Appendix>