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Reminiscences Charles W. Nibley

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I found this book in a collection that my mother had. She got it from her mother Nan Johnson, who probably got it from Annie Bullen, daughter of Charles Nibley. It is no longer under copyright [1]. There were no chapters in the book, and so to make it easier to find things, I added headings to different sections. -Richard Thompson

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[edit] Reminiscences Charles W. Nibley 1849-1931

Published by His Family

Salt Lake City

Utah

February 5, 1934.

Copyright 1934.

Printed in U.S.A.

Stevens & Wallis, Inc.

[edit] Foreword

On Friday, December 11, 1931, about one o'clock in the afternoon, in his suite at the Hotel Utah, our dear and beloved father, Charles W. Nibley, departed out of this world. He had been ill for about two weeks, with what we first assumed to be a bad cold; however, many complications developed and finally came the dreaded pneumonia which carried him away.

On account of his advanced years the shock of father's death was made perhaps easier for his family to bear than it otherwise would have been. Had he lived one month and twenty-five days longer, he would have completed his eighty-third year. Therefore, he rounded out a full life, and departed hence, "like a shock of corn, fully ripe."

Among father's papers at the time of his death, was this interesting autobiography which he dictated at various times, over a period of eight years. Unfortunately it was left incomplete, with no record of the last ten years of his life; but members of his family have endeavored to supply this material. We have also added an account of the funeral services and the burial at Logan.

It has certainly been a pleasant task to prepare this manuscript for the printer and to know that this delightful account of father's life will be preserved for members of his family.

PRESTON NIBLEY, REBECCA N. WHITNEY, ANNIE N. BULLEN.

Salt Lake City, Utah Nov. 1, 1933

[edit] Reminiscences of Charles W. Nibley

[edit] Parents of Charles W. Nibley

For several years past whenever I have told my children incidents of my childhood or early life, which seemed interesting to them, they have often requested that I write them down that they might preserve them. I have delayed long in doing this, chiefly for the reason that there is so little to record that, to me, seems worth preserving. Yet to the children and their children after them, there is nothing more interesting than the incidents of years long gone by.

I was born in the little coal mining village of Hunterfield, some eight miles south of Edinburgh, Scotland, on the fifth day of February, 1849.

My father's name was James Nibley. he was born near Hunterfield about the year 1810, but he himself did not know the exact day of his birth. Of my father's family I know but little. He cam from an old Scotch family whose genealogy is traced in the Edinburgh records for two or three hundred years back. They were farmers or what the Scotch called "portainers" which in some way pertained to the land. Whether this implied an interest in the land I do not know but they were farmers in the neighborhood of Elphinstone, Scotland, for generations back. My father, himself, was a coal miner and had been one for years before I was born. He was rather tall and raw boned, prominent nose and high cheek bones. His eyes were of pure blue. I should say he was about five feet ten inches tall and would weigh about 165 pounds. He walked with a certain stoop or bend from the lower part of the back, not round shouldered at all, in consequence of bending so much while he was at work in the coal mines. His hair was dark brown and very curly.

Of education he had none at all. Could read a little and write imperfectly but he had a vein of humor and dry Scotch wit, keen and incisive, almost sarcastic at times and yet delivered in such a droll way, not intended to be sarcastic at all, but which sometimes cut like a two edged sword. He was a plodder at his work. Was what the Scotch call a "cannymon": inoffensive, quiet, unobtrusive anywhere, but a constant worker, plodding quietly along. he was content with little and never aspired to have much or to be much of anything--a quiet, God-fearing, hard working, inoffensive man.

I have diligently searched for all the direct line ancestry of the Nibley's and have not been very successful in finding many of them in the Scotch records. However, all that I have found I have had the work done for in the temple, but there must be many more whose names will doubtless be recovered in years to come, and I hope my children will see to it that the temple work is done for all relatives not yet discovered.

My mother was born in the neighborhood of Musseburgh on the 18th of June, 1815. Her maiden name was Jean Wilson. Her mother was different from my father in that she was all energy and push and never seemed to tire of working and scheming to get on in the world. With-al she had pure Scotch thrift and prudence and could save a little money where most other people would almost starve. She was the manager of the family. She had a very strong constitution, well built, though not tall--built for work, and she did work all the days of her life. As a girl, I have heard her tell that she worked in the coal mines before the law prohibited women from doing that class of work. She, with other women or girls, would carry coal on their backs in baskets or "creels" as they called them, from down in the pit up an incline to the pit head. it is inconceivable to us at this day to think of a woman being permitted or obliged to do that kind of work, but the world has moved on rapidly since those days. My mother had brown eyes, brown hair, although she was gray at a very early age. She was more of a religious temperament than my father, although he had a vein of true piety running through him, but not of the strong Presbyterian type.

Life was a serious thing with her, an almost desperate thing, in which she had no time for levity or play, but for work and for prayers and other religious activities. She was denied the consolation of even knowing a tune; could not even hum snatches of tunes as she rocked her children to sleep; never could in all her life tell one tune from another, while on the other hand my father was fond of music and song. But for sagacity and thrift my mother was the savior of the family. It was a stern, hard life they had to live--one of unremitting toil and penury but they struggled on never faltering and made the best of it.

[edit] Conversion of Charles' parents

It was in the spring of the year 1844 when they had three children, Mary, James and Margaret, that an elder of the Church of Jesus Christ of Latter-day Saints, Henry McEwan by name, (the father of the numerous McEwans who live in Salt Lake City and Provo at this time, 1912), came to Hunterfield to deliver his message of glad tidings. He preached on the green near the little house that my parents lived in, a house by the way which most of my children have been over to see and take photographs of because I was born in it five years after 1844. My mother had been brought up a Presbyterian but could not feel entirely satisfied with that religion. She, therefore, joined the Baptists as being more nearly to her way of thinking but still there was an unsatisfied something in her soul and she afterwards quit the Baptist Church and connected herself with the Congregational Society. She attended this meeting on the green, stood and listened to Elder McEwan's sermon and drank it all in as though it were living water which was springing up unto everlasting life. In fact she declared many a time and oft that for the first time in all her life her soul was satisfied and she was converted, thoroughly converted by that first sermon. After the meeting was over she went directly to Elder McEwan and asked to be baptized. it all seemed so plain and simple to her, the plan that he had outlined, that without hesitating a moment she wished to become a member of the Church by baptism. he asked her if she had heard of the Mormon people and if she had read any of their works. She answered that she had never once heard of them until that day where she stood through the meeting holding her baby, Margaret, who was about a year old, in her arms during the entire meeting. He stated that he thought it would not be wise for her to be baptized just then but that he would leave some of his tracts with her and she could read them over and study the subject carefully and pray about it also. He stated that if she was of the same opinion when he came back the next Sabbath he would baptize her. She was disappointed in being put off in this way. She wanted to be baptized then and there and stated after, that she felt a dread to think that if she should die before the next Sunday and had not received baptism she would surely be lost.


During the week she read the tracts and was more and more convinced and converted to the truth of the message that the elder delivered. She was so anxious that my father might join in her way of thinking and receive the Gospel too, and yet she was fearful that he might say no and take a stand against it, that she hardly knew how stealthily or cunningly to lay the matter before him, for she said, if he did say no, she knew no power would ever be able to turn him. Consequently she was full of anxiety to get the matter properly presented to him. So when he would come home from his work in the mines while he was bathing, which consisted in merely washing the main part of the body, including the face and head, in a tub of water, she would read these tracts to him and make such observations concerning them in such a way as to try and catch him. To her joy and somewhat surprise also, she heard him say one evening when she asked "What do you think of all this," he answered, "Aye, but it is true." So the next Sunday when Elder McEvan came back they were both ready for baptism and were accordingly baptized.

Speaking of my father's Scotch faculty of not being able to change his mind, I have heard my mother tell that when he was a little boy he had been scolded for doing something or other and would be let off easy if he would only promise not to do it again. But he made up his mind that he would not promise. The man who was offended at him for something and trying to extract this promise from him, after much coaxing and laboring with him finally took him by the heels and threatened to throw him down an old pit that was close at hand, perhaps many hundred feet deep. The man actually took him and held him by the heels, his head down in the pit and told him, "Now I'll drop you down unless you promise you will never do it again." But he never would make the promise, even though he were dropped to his death. So knowing his disposition in this respect he was more than overjoyed when she heard him give his assent to the truthfulness of Mormonism.

[edit] Birth and early life in Scotland

My parents had been members of the Church just about five years when I was born. My father was then president of the branch in that village and the meetings of the branch were held in our house. I have heard my mother say that I was a very puny and sickly child with little vitality and that she scarcely expected that I would pull through and live. Indeed I have heard her tell that when I was about two years of age my life was despaired of entirely and she had the grave clothes made already that in case I should die, they were ready for burial; to such and extent did this Scotch thrift show itself forth.

I have little recollection of Scotland as a child, except here and their a slight incident. I was only six years of age when we left there for America in the spring of 1855 but I have a clear recollection of one incident which may throw some light on my way of looking at things monetary. I must have been four or five years of age. I had been over to see an aunt by the name of Snedden who had just been confined and had a fine baby. It was the custom at the time in Scotland for the neighbors, especially the relatives to call. On such occasions usually bread and cheese and Scotch whiskey were on the table for all visitors who came to wish good luck to the family. I had made my call and my aunt had given my a penny in addition, to a piece of currant cake. On the way home from this visit I met what the Scotch call a "packman," that is a peddler selling pins, needles, trinkets of one kind and another and a little candy, carrying his whole store on his back. I held up my penny to the packman who threw his pack at once on the ground, opened it up and asked me if I wanted rock, which meant hard candy, rock candy or stick candy. I answered with sufficient self denial, "No, I am no wantin' rock, I want preens and needles for my 'mither'." I took the preens and needles to my mother, wold her my story with all the pride in the world. I can recollect how she picked me up with tears in her eyes, rejoicing, I suppose, at my self denial, cried, "Aye, my bonny bairn."

I do not remember when I first learned to read. My mother must have taught me for I can remember reading parts of the New Testament for her when I was about four years of age. I had not been to school, indeed I do not believe I ever attended school in the old country, but I was naturally fond of books from the earliest days.

Our living was of the most simple and frugal type. Oatmeal porridge with a little sour milk was our chief article of diet. We got a little meat perhaps once a week, generally on Sunday. Naturally enough our clothing was the cheapest that could be bought. i remember when we were leaving for America that we made a visit to my mother's brother, Thomas Wilson, who was at the time a station agent on the railroad, which, in comparison to our low circumstances was a very high and exalted position. This brother, one of a large family, was a little out of the ordinary in the way of intellect and faculty and had got himself moved up quite a few steps from the coal mining level of society. We visited with them a day or two, then went back to our old home and presently sailed away for America.

[edit] Coming to America

There were six children in the family when we left Scotland. My brother, Henry, was two or three years old and my youngest sister, Famie, was but three months old when we left in the spring of 1855. A sister of my mother who had married an Irishman by the name of Gillouly had emigrated and settled in the state of Rhode Island. She had written to my mother that work was abundant and wages good in the woolen and cotton mills in that locality. I am not sure but that they loaned us some money to help emigrate with, which was promptly paid back after our getting settled at work in America. We took passage in the sailing ship "Dreadnought," and we made a very quick passage across the sea, being only twenty-eight days from Liverpool to New York, which was considered at that time a good quick passage. Of course, we were all in the steerage with several hundred other steerage passengers, mostly Irish. I have little recollection of the inconveniences that must have been experienced, except that a certain storm had been encountered which made the sea very rough, so much so that most of the people thought that we were going to the bottom and the cries and prayers and curses of those wild Irish people are still well remembered.

Landing at New York we took train for Providence, Rhode Island and from there, eight miles out in the country we located at my aunt's place of residence, a little village called Greenville, where my father, my two sisters and elder brother, James, soon got work in the woolen mills there. They made fair wages and every penny was scrupulously and gradually, almost stingily, taken care of and tolled out, that is, as much of it as had to be tolled out, to exist upon. There was no branch of the Church in that neighborhood, none nearer than Boston, I think. For the five years we lived in Rhode Island we never attended a Latter-day Saint church. We children attended services mostly at the Baptist Church and so I forgot all about Mormons and Mormonism. I attended a little village school for a season or two which was practically all the schooling I ever had. At nine years of age I was at work in the woolen mill tending "bobbins" as they called it, some light work for a boy of my size and years. Our relatives in Rhode Island were Roman Catholics and we had little in common with them, although they were kindly disposed towards us.

We were all pretty steadily at work during those five years except in the panic of 1857, when most of the mills in that section were shut down for a part of the year.

[edit] Immigration to Utah

By the spring of 1860 my ever thrifty and prudent mother must have had saved away some two or three thousand dollars. There was nothing but war talk in the United States that spring and lest my father and older brother should be drafted into the war which was just then beginning, it was thought that we had better pack up with what means we had and start for the west rather than wait longer to try and accumulate any more. Accordingly we auctioned off our belongings in the month of May, 1860, and started for the west. We first went to Boston where we joined a company of emigrating saints, from Boston to Albany, New York, then up the Mohawk Valley over the present New York Central Railroad route to Buffalo, Niagara Falls and on the Michigan Central Railroad through Canada and Detroit to Chicago. From Chicago we traveled by rail to Hannibal, thence on to St. Joseph on the Missouri River. That was the farthest west that any railroad had extended in 1860. At St. Joseph we took the boat up the river to a place called Florence which is six miled above Omaha.

Here we met large numbers of emigrating saints congregating there and outfitting for the travel across the plains. It was here that I first began to get the least insight into Mormonism and Mormon methods. Meetings were held regularly, hymns sung everywhere and oft adn the religious enthusiasm and spirit of the people were entirely different from what we had left behind in the east. A great number of the emigrating saints were assisted by the Church through the perpetual emigrating fund, but luckily we were rich enough to buy an outfit of our own and travel in what was called the "Independent Company." The family of Thomas D. Dee, who was then a boy of fourteen, was in the same company. J. D. Ross was the captain of the company. George Q. Cannon was in charge of the emigration and was there at Florence buying cattle, wagons and supplies for the emigrating saints. I think in June we first saw Apostles Amasa Lyman, Charles C. Rich and a young boy who was not then an apostle, Joseph F. Smith by name, who were on their way to fill missions in Europe.

Our outfit consisted of a brand new Schettler wagon, two yoke of oxen and two cows. We had a new Charter Oak stove in the wagon and our tent, bedding, provisions, etc.

We camped at Florence for nearly a month, as I remember, we lived in an old shack of a house during that time which was just enough shelter to keep some of the rain from wetting us. The house was located right where the reservoirs of the present water works are which supply the city of Omaha with water, the same being pumped out of the Missouri River into these reservoirs and filtered. I find from Jensen's Church Chronology that our company left Florence, Nebraska, June 17, 1860, and arrived in Salt Lake City on Monday, September 3rd. The company consisted of 249 persons, 36 wagons, 142 oxen and 54 cows.

Our journey across the plains was of the usual ox team kind. There was little of special note that transpired. On the 4th of July we were near where the city of Kearney now stands and we heard the artillery from across the river at old Fort Kearney. This is about 200 miles from Omaha. We traveled about 90 miles a week which was an average of 15 miles a day for six days a week. No traveling was done on the Sabbath. It was always a day of rest and religious worship. i remember how green we all were with respect to yoking up cattle or milking cows or greasing the wagon or in doing anything that pertained to frontier or pioneer life.

At Florence when our two yoke of cattle and wagon were turned over to us, my father got on the off side of the cattle and tried to drive them. Of course, they were frightened and ran away down the hill to where the present engine house of the Omaha water works now stands at Florence. But we soon learned to manage things. The little tent which we had would be folded up carefully and tied behind the wagon. The tent poles, the two props and the roof pole would be tied together and there was a place for them in the wagon. Our bedding was all carefully taken care of and so we journeyed on. At noon the cattle would be unhitched, perhaps not always unyoked, and after eating a little we would give them a drink, and in the course of an hour and a half or tow hours we were plodding on our road again. Of course, there are inconveniences and more or less hardship in that mode of travel but as I was a child of 11 years of age I do not remember the hardships; on the contrary, I rather enjoyed the whole trip. One thing that I distinctly remember is seeing tens of thousands of buffalo on the hills of west Kearney.

Sometimes the captain would have to stop the train and allow herds of buffaloes to slowly cross the wagon road and as they were in very large numbers this would occupy sometimes an hour. We often had buffalo meat to eat. It was very sweet and good. We would get long strips of it and hang it up to dry in the hot sun and when it was thoroughly dried it could be kept for days and weeks and was much better eating than chipped beef.

Every night the wagons were formed in a circle at some level convenient place for camping near water adn each wagon would start its camp fire and cook supper, what little cooking there was to do, which consisted mostly of baking bread in an iron skillet, a utensil about eighteen inches in diameter, about four or five inches deep, made of cast iron. It had a heavy lid and it had three or four short legs to raise the body of the skillet from the ground and admit the fire underneath and then we put coals on top of the heavy lid. We often had difficulty in finding wood to burn as there were so many trains and so many camping places and no forests, whatever. It was a question to find something to make a fire. The best fuel we had on the plains where there was no wood at all, was what was called "buffalo chips," which in reality is simply sundried buffalo dung. After the cows were milked in the morning the milk that was not used would be put in a tin churn and strapped along side of the wagon and by noon it would be thoroughly churned and butter could be gathered and buttermilk could be had for lunch.

The thunder and lightning and rain storms that transpired periodically along the plains of Nebraska were something terrific and occasioned us some inconvenience and considerable fright. The Indians were very plentiful and sometimes a little troublesome although we never had any conflict whatever with them, but I can remember that they were a haughty and insolent lot, as they would ride upon their ponies decked in their feathers and paint and would frighten most of us people who were not used to them.

We young ones walked with bare feet most of the way across the plains. We soon got used to the wagon and tent and campfire life. Our bedding was rolled in bundles in the morning and the bundles simply unrolled at night upon the ground, thus the beds were made again. Altogether it was rather an enjoyable time for a boy of my age than any hardship. At least if it was a hardship I did not feel it so. Of course to my father and mother at their time of life it must have been very different, and, no doubt, they suffered great inconvenience and more or less trial and sacrifice in it all.

We suffered no loss until we reached the crossing of Green River on the old immigrant road. At this point one of our best oxen laid down and died. This left us with three oxen and two cows. We yoked up one of the cows with the odd ox and traveled right along, as our load through consuming our provisions, was becoming lighter each day. The last Sunday of the trip was spent near Parley's Park, a day's travel with oxen from Salt Lake City. George A. Smith and other leading brethren came over the mountain to greet us and welcome us to our new country.

[edit] Arrival into Utah

On Monday, September 3rd, we came out of the canyon and onto the bench near Fort Douglas, and I can very well remember with what joy and pleasure each one of our company, and even I, myself, looked upon the little growing city in the wilderness. We felt that all of our troubles and trials were practically at an end, when as a matter of fact, they had only just begun. For all the changing vicissitudes of pioneer life had to be undertaken and gone through with. Many things were difficult to learn and carry on.

We camped in the city on what was later the Eight Ward Square, where the City adn County Building now stands. My parents had known and had ministered to many of the traveling Elders in the old country, and some of them like Robert L. Campbell, the father of Rob Campbell, came and hunted us up, took us to their homes, gave us food to eat, and looked after us as well as they could.

The great question now was, where shall we go? What shall we do? There were no mills or factories where the family could secure work such as they had been accustomed to in the east. Neither was there any coal mining which my father would have been glad to work at. An entirely new mode of working and living had to be undertaken. But where to locate? That was the question. on inquiring concerning different Scotch families that had preceded us to this country, we were told that among others, the Stoddard family who had joined the Church and lived near our folks in the old country, had just recently gone to a new pioneer valley called Cache Valley. Of course we did not know whether Cache Valley was east or west or north or south. We did not know the elevation of the country or whether it would raise anything or raise nothing, or whether the land was all alkali or was good land, but we were told there was land and water to be had in abundance, and that timber and wood to burn could be had in the mountains nearby. And as the Stoddards and others had gone to Cache Valley why should not we go? We only knew that it was about another hundred miles' travel which would take us five days. So after we had rested two or three days in the city we hooked up our three oxen and two cows and were off for Cache Valley.

The lake was very low that year and the wagon road from Salt Lake City to Farmington was considerably west of any green fields, right out on the alkali lake bottom, as dry as a bone. The road was so level and easily traveled that we made the twenty miles to Farmington in a very short day. We camped fro the night at Hector Haight's place and our oxen broke into his field and ate up some of his melons. I remember that in the morning he demanded pay for the damage done, which, of course, he was rightly entitled to. i have no recollection of any other camping place until we arrived at Wellsville. I remember going down to Box Elder Canyon, before we came to Wellsville, that the road was full of stumps and was not much of a road at all, just a trail cut through the brush and not very many wagons had gone up and down that road. It was so rough that it impressed me. I recollect that part of the trip distinctly, but have no recollection of Ogden or Brigham City or other settlements.

When we got to Wellsville, which was a village of perhaps 20 or 25 log houses, we drove at once to Granny Stoddard's dugout. She had been baking her bread in a skillet and in the fire under the skillet she had a lot of the finest kind of large new potatoes, for it was now about the 11th of September. She was very hospitable to us, gave us everything she had in the way of something to eat, but I recollect that those fine baked potatoes and the fresh buttermilk which she had churned that morning was about the finest combination of food that I had ever tasted. We were all so hungry for vegetables, having had scarcely a taste of anything in the line of vegetables all the way across the plains. It makes my mouth water yet to think of Granny Stoddard's potatoes and buttermilk.

[edit] Starting life in Cache Valley

The Bishop of the ward was William H. Maughan, a young man of about twenty-five years, a son of Peter Maughan who was the President of the organizations of the Church in Cache Valley. He was very kind to us in helping us to get located, advising us how to proceed to get some logs out of the canyons and build some kind of shelter for the winter, both for ourselves and for our cattle. We had money enough to buy some wheat which we had made into flour at Hill's mill, at which there was no way of separating the smut and chaff from the wheat, but was all ground together and made a black or brown bread.

We located at the end of what was called the new fort, for the town was not laid out as it is now, but was merely a fort of houses all huddled together for protection from Indian raids. It was a new and hard experience getting out logs from the canyons and getting out our winter's wood. And also securing hay from the hay fields down below Mendon, with which to feed our cattle for the winter. All these new experiences were difficult and of the worst kind, but we did manage to get a dugout roofed in and a little yard made with quaking aspen poles and a shed covered with hay where we could keep our cattle for the winter.

I recollect that the very first day after we arrived and got our camp permanently pitched, my mother, with her characteristic energy started out and took me with her into the ajoining field to glean wheat. That was my very first work in Utah--gleaning wheat. And walking in the wheat stubble gleaning wheat all day, barefooted, was not altogether a picnic, but we would gather up the heads of wheat, tie them in little bundles and carry them to our camp. We two gleaned close to one-half bushel of wheat a day. We would take the little bundles of heads and use a washboard which we had brout with us to rub out the heads of wheat or thresh them out as we would say. Then we would put this wheat in a pile on our wagon cover and I would have to take a plate or something of that kind and throw the wheat up in the air to let the chaff and smut and straw blow away with the wind, and keep on so throwing it in the air until the wheat was as clean as we could get it, ready for the gristmill. If we bought a load of wheat, which we did once or twice, in bundles from the field, we would take and lay those bundles in our wagon cover on the ground and drive a yoke of oxen around and around over the bundles until the oxen had tramped out the wheat. This of course, was done where there was no threshing machine, and I don't think there was a threshing machine in all Cache Valley that fall. Wellsville was the oldest and largest town in the valley at that time. Logan had merely started with about half the number of houses that Wellsville had, and a little start was being made a Hyrum, Millville, Smithfield, Richmond and Franklin, but Wellsville and Logan were the two prominent places.

After we were through gleaning wheat I had to look after the two cows and see that they were brought in from the range every night. In fact, I was expected to herd them during the day and bring them home at night. Our breakfasts were of the scantiest kind, a little wheat porridge without much milk and a little of the brown or black bread without butter. In the morning I was furnished a piece fo bread for my dinner, as I would start off on the hills with the cows, but my dinner was devoured before I got half a mile away from our camp and I had to go hungry until evening. About the only clothing I had at that time was a pair of pants made from the tent which we used in crossing the plains, and which had grown so stiff adn hard, being weather-beaten in so many storms, and a shirt made of the same material, that when it touched my back or sides, nearly took the skin off, but it was the best I had and all I had. A rope tied around my waist to hold my pants up and my shirt down. I can remember that when I was very hungry at dinner time, about the only thing I could do to help my stomach was to tighten my rope.

It was probably about the middle of November, or a little later when we completed a little one-room, part dugout and part log house. We dug a square hole in the ground about 3 feet deep adn then built logs around that hole, 3 logs high. We built up the two gables with logs then put a center roof log and one on each side of that, half way down to the wall. On top of these logs we laid small quaking aspen poles not any larger than my wrist. On the top of these we put straw and then covered that with a thick coat of dirt. My father built a cobble stone chimney in the opposite end from the entrance or door. The chimney was simply built of cobble stones and mud for plaster, as we had no lime or any other kind of plaster that would hold. The chimney never knew enough to draw the smoke up but spewed it out and filled the room. We had many a sorry time of it with that chimney.

What cooking was done we did on that fire for we had sold our stove to John Stoddard who was the father of George Stoddard, for a piece of land over in the east field. I can remember that one day Brother James A. Leishman (who at this date, 1915, is still living) asked me if we had sold our stove and for what. I told him and he intimated that we had rather been imposed upon in the deal as he said he would not give that stove for the whole of the east field. That east field land is now worth more than $100.00 an acre.

There was no window of any kind whatever in our house. Neither was there a door. My mother hung up an old quilt or piece of an old quilt, which served as a door for the first winter. This was our bedroom, our parlor, our sitting room, our sleeping room, our kitchen, everything in this room of about 12x16. How in the world we all got along in it I do not in the least remember, but we did manage comfort or anything like comfort, there could have been none of it there, but I do recollect that my dear old mother has stated on many occasions that no queen who ever entered her palace was ever happier or prouder of shelter and the blessings of the Lord than she was when she entered that completed dugout.

We completed about the same time a little stackyard or corral with a small shed that would protect our cattle from the storm. And we succeeded in getting up a few loads of hay from the bottoms north and east of Wellsville, that our cattle might subsist on for the winter and the winter following we still lived in the dugout. It was a long dreary winter. That winter and the winter following we still lived in the dugout. It was a scramble of the severest kind for a mere existence. How to begin at the very beginning of things and make the earth produce you food and shelter was such a new experience and such a severe one that the older folks never forgot it.

Somehow we managed to trade for some wheat and we built a little bin with some boards in one corner of the dugout and put our wheat in this bin and on the wheat made our beds. Wheat is about the hardest stuff to sleep on that I have ever experienced.

After we had been in Wellsville about thirty days and I had been gleaning wheat and herding cows during that time, old Brother John H. Bankhead hired me to herd his sheep on the hills southeast of Wellsville. We did not dare to go very far from the fort as there was to much danger from the Indians during the first settlement of the valley and indeed we did not need to go far because feed was abundant. This was my second job of work in Wellsville.

[edit] The first winter

Winter came on, however, soon, and put an end to that. My mother used to go out and do a day's washing here and there and take flour for her pay. Usually 12 1/2 pounds of flour was payment in full for a hard day's washing. Poor old mother, how she struggled and worked and slaved to bring us all up. She did more or less washing for the Bankheads all that winter as I remember. It helped to keep us eating and that was the main struggle just at that time--to get something to eat. I had an old pair of homemade shoes that winter, but how I got them I do not in the least remember. It was years after before I ever had a coat. I think I was 16 years old when I had my first coat. Previous to that I had had nothing but a shirt and a pair of pants or overalls. My sisters, Mary and Margaret, hired out to different people in the village and got their board and very little else beside.

Brother James A. Leishman tried to teach school in the log meeting house that stood in the street not far north of where Bishop Maughan's old home stands, (where Aunt Margaret lives at this time). But Brother Leishman, while he did his best, knew very little about school teaching. The only books I had were a Webster spelling book and a Greenleaf arithmetic, which we had brought from the states. Our reading lessons were from the Book of Mormon and I had to borrow the privilege of reading from one of the boys of the class or school. I could spell the whole school down when we had spelling bees and somehow I could work examples, or sums, as we used to call them, which Brother Leishman himself could not quite master. Such a school would not put anyone very far on the road for education.

We did not have sufficient hay to feed all our cattle so we sent one yoke with a herd of cattle that was going onto the promontory. It seemed like bad luck was determined to follow us, for in bringing the cattle home from the promontory in the spring, there was one ox drowned in Bear River and out of all the big herd of cattle that happened to be our ox. That same winter one of our cows had laid down in her little narrow stall and although she was securely tied with a rope by the horns, yet somehow she had got her neck twisted so that her head was under her body in some shape and there she died. So that by spring we were considerably poorer than we were when we landed in the fall. But we were gaining experience and were a little more able to hold our own and wrest from the earth some kind of a scanty livelihood.

The long winter nights and without any amusement and without books to read, made life seem quite dreary. there was, however, some kind of amusements going on, chiefly dances in the log meeting house. There was a brother who could play the fiddle a little bit (Samuel Ames) and he was kept pretty busy furnishing music for the dances. Then there would be little gatherings at this hut or house, or the other, a few families called in to spend the evening which would help to while away the time.

But I can remember how, long before daylight would come, my father was up, tired lying on his hard bed and moving the quilt to one side, peering out into the darkness, I have heard him exclaim, "It's eternal darkness here."

That winter everybody in Wellsville had the itch. Of course, we were included in the number. There were no vegetables except potatoes; there were no lemons or acids to counteract the acid in the blood, so it broke out in hives or itch. Old Davy Moffat who crossed the plains in the handcart company that same summer that we came, left his home in Salt Lake and somehow or other landed in Wellsville as he had no work to do, merely came up to visit us. We entertained him of course the best we could in our dugout--fancy entertaining anybody in a place like that--and while we did not have any Christmas present to give him, we did manage to give him the itch. He went home after a short visit and a little later Johnny McCarty was making a trip to Salt Lake for something or other and I begged the privilege of going with him and seeing if I could not get work. We got to Salt Lake City in due time and I went down and stayed at Moffat, down in the Third Ward. I remember going to Walker Brothers Store and asking one of the Walker brothers if they would not hire a boy to help do chores or help do clerking in the store, but they said they were not in need of any help just at that time. At Moffats in the evening old Davy would be scratching his back, and I remember very well him saying to me, "Mon, when you gang hame tell your faather (and this while he was scratching away at his back) tell your faather to send me doon a muckle hawthorne stick."

[edit] The second year

I do not recall how I worked my way back home to Wellsvile. The second winter we spent in our dugout was much like the first, although there were many more settlers in the village the second year. The first year there were the Stoddards, Leishmans and Williamsons and one or two other Scotch families, and the second year there were added the Murrays and Kerrs and Jardines and others, so that Wellsville was really the Scotch town of the north country.

As soon as spring came we were busily engaged trying to plow some ground and plant a field of wheat. This was in the spring of 1861. Lincoln had been elected in November 1860, and in the spring of 1861 all the news we got from the states was of the coming great war between the north and the south. We had no newspapers of any kind. Indeed during the first year or perhaps two, of our existence in Wellsville, I don't remember that we ever received or wrote a single letter. There were no mail routes established during that first season and letters were carried by anybody going or coming.

I got a job doing chores at Bankheads. It gave me my board and I suppose I must have earned a little flour or perhaps I was able to earn a couple of head of sheep which he paid me for my work. I was engaged in helping milk the cows, churn the butter, keep the calves herded or away from the cows and helping to look after the sheep. Bankheads were the rich family of the valley at that time. Among other property, they owned two men negroes, Nate and Sam. It seems like harking along way back to the days of slavery, but negro slavery was actually the law of the land and practiced to a small extent in 1860 and 1861 and 1862 in Cache Valley. I felt quite elated when I could sleep with big Nate, the big black negro that Bankhead owned. Old Sam used to ask me if I had read any news of "de wah," and I can remember very well him saying at one time, "My God, I hope de Souf get licked."

Only once did I see the old man Bankhead get angry at his slaves, and at that time he tore around pretty lively and threatened to horsewhip them to death if they didn't mend their ways. Once I was careless enough to let the calves, a dozen or so of them, get out of their pens and into the yard with the cows and of course they got all the milk. And milk was money in those days. The old gentleman Bankhead was so wrathy at me that, "If this should ever happen again," he said, "I am damned if I don't want you to leave the plantation."

Along in July in 1861 we began to get some new potatoes and green peas in the little garden that my father had, which was well cultivated. It seemed like I never could get enough of green peas. I would lie out in the patch on the ground and eat peas until I nearly burst.

During that summer we were engaged at work more or less on the Hyrum and Wellsville Canal that brings the water from the Muddy or little Bear River onto the Wellsville east field, which the county road runs through. The man who could shovel out the most dirt or cut the most hay or grain, or bring the largest load of logs or wood from the canyon was the hero of the community in those times. It was not brain or intellect or any great attainments, it was just who could do the most work. At 12 years of age, as I was then, I was small even for my age and was not equal to hard work. But I can remember working on that water ditch and being a good mimic I had all the men rolling with laughter at my mimicry of this man or the other who would brag about the amount of shoveling he could do. i was better at mimicking than I was at working.

By this time we began to gather around us a few chickens and a pig or two. Eggs and butter were the chief currency of the country. There was no such thing as money. I don't think we saw a dollar in money in the first two years we were in Cache Valley. Wheat was $2.00 a bushel and it was considered that a bushel of wheat was payment for a good day's work.

We traded around and got some hay land and we had the farm land from Stoddard so that we were just beginning to understand what it took to get a livelihood right from the very elements. It was a good experience all that, even if it was hard. There was not much butter for us to eat, and rarely indeed did we ever have an egg to eat. Mother was extra thrifty and the eggs and most of what little butter was made, had to be kept to exchange for a little thread or a little calico or perhaps a pair of shoes when some peddler wagon should come along.

The second winter found us still in our dugout home. There were no Sunday Schools or Mutual Improvement Associations, no anything, but the weekly meetings and the everlasting dance. During the second winter Brothers Rigby, Mitten, Bradshaw and John Thorpe, who, by the way, is still living in Logan (1915) organized a little theatrical company. A stage was fixed up at one end of the log meeting house and what with the help of a few quilts for scenery, theatricals were undertaken. I was called on to play the child in "The Charcoal Burner," the first play they brought out. There was not much to the part but I seemed to do it so well that they always called on me for parts that I was large enough to fill, during the next two or three years. I suppose there never was any worse acting on any stage than could be seen there, but it was a change from the dance, and poor as it was, or bad as it was, the people enjoyed the change and it was a step in the direction of culture.

I borrowed from one of the Mitten boys a book of Shakespeare's plays, the first I had ever seen, and although I had never been in a theatre, had never seen a play performed, yet I took so to those plays of Shakespeare that I read and re-read them and committed many passages to memory, which I can bring forward even to this day.

[edit] Work as a Sheepherder

The next spring, 1862, it was decided that all the sheep in the town should be taken in one herd and kept on the range between Wellsville and Mendon. Two men living in the town, Phillip Dykes and Thomas Davis, were awarded the contract to take care of these sheep until fall. I hired out at once to Dykes and Davis to look after the sheep during the day time. Our camp was at Gardner's Spring, half way between Wellsville and Mendon, just on the County Road.

We had a wagon box to sleep in and either Dykes or Davis would come out each night and sleep at the camp, for it was considered unsafe to leave me there alone. But I was alone during the entire day.

There were not many jobs to pick from in those days but I always did manage to get some kind of a job which I could work at. I was paid in sheep for my summer's herding. I forget just what number, and I got my board and what lodging there was in the wagon box, and earned a little something.

One could hardly believe it, but I could pick out each man's sheep in the herd. As a general thing all sheep look alike but I knew everybody's sheep and could pick them out for them at once. I could tell many of them by their bleat. Lying in bed at night and hear a sheep bleat out, I could say to Dykes or Davis, who happened to be with me, that is so and so's wether or ewe.

That summer I got hold of a copy of Burns' poems and I would carry it with me as I was driving my sheep about and I committed many of these poems to memory. Bob Baxter who was with me some of the time that summer is wont to tell even to this day that while he was fooling away his time playing, I was studying Burns' poems and reading every other book that I could get hold of. I t was easy for me to talk Scotch and read Scotch and I always did enjoy it all thoroughly.

The rattle snakes were pretty plentiful on the upper benches that summer and I recollect one instance of killing the largest rattlesnake I ever saw. I had no stick but there were plenty of stones which I kept picking up and throwing at him and instead of him running away from me, he would spring directly toward me, but I kept out of his way far enough and kept pelting away at him until I finally killed him.

One morning in the fall of the year we woke up early and looked out from our wagon box over the country to the north of us and we saw a great grizzly bear, the largest one I ever saw wild, coming up out of the carrot patch below Gardner's creek, where he had been feeding during the night and was now making for the mountains. We did not disturb him but just let him go leisurely on his way. It was a little dangerous to tackle him.

In the fall the wolves were numerous and once in a while would get one of our sheep. I remember one evening after sundown I had driven my sheep ahead of me down from the bench and had foolishly loitered along, when looking back I saw five large gray wolves sneaking up after me. I was very much frightened and commenced to yell for my dog as though I had a dog with me, which I did not, but tried to frighten them with the idea that the dog was coming, but they did not retreat very much, they would merely turn their heads around then come down a few steps towards me. I got down under the bench and then ran as fast as I could for the camp.

On another occasion we were sitting in our wagon box eating our breakfast, Mr. Dykes and I. The box was put upon some sticks which raised it about a foot from the ground. I noticed Dykes kept looking through a crack in the wagon box floor, right under where I was sitting. Finally he said, "Charlie, don't move," and he pulled his gun out and shot through the crack in the floor and killed a great big rattle snake which was curled up right under where I was sitting eating my breakfast.

Once in a while we would get a large fish or a prairie chicken or a sage hen or a wild duck and cook it on our campfire at the sheep herd and have a great feast. But eating never bothered me very much, whether I had much or little or good or bad. I was always worried about trying to make something and save something and get ahead in the world.

[edit] Summer and Fall of 1862

In the summer of 1862 Wellsville broke up its old fort life and the town was laid out in the wheat field where we owned five acres and we secured our city lot just one block west of where the old Wellsville meeting house now stands. We had no government titles to land in those days, indeed there were no U. S. surveys for seven or eight years after that, until the railroad got through, so that all we had really was a "squatter's" right or claim. But those claims were all respected by everybody and were perfectly good. But we bought and sold and traded in, just as though we had good title.

That summer gold was discovered in Montana and there grew up quite a considerable trade in flour and other provisions being shipped into Montana and being paid for in gold dust. Men would come down from the mining camps with buckskin sacks full of gold dust and would bargain for flour, potatoes or other supplies that we had to sell and pay in god dust at $20.00 an ounce. Every trader had a pair of gold scales to weigh the gold dust out for payment of supplies purchased. That was the first thing in the shape of money that we had seen and we did not get very much of a share of that but we did get a little.

During that summer I had for some reason or other, which I do not now remember, been sent over to Logan on some errand. I had no horse to ride, so walked over and back. On the return trip a large body of Indians which had camped away from the settlement for some time, and were reasonably peaceable, had broken camp and were that afternoon going towards Logan on the County Road. I was a little fellow thirteen years of age, on foot and alone, and I must confess I was rather frightened at the way some of those young bucks on their wild ponies would come fast towards me as if to frighten me to death, and then as they got close, swing their horses out to one side and laugh with great enjoyment at the scare they had given me. However, I knew I was entirely powerless and all I could do was to put on a bold front and toddle on home, which I did.

We were now living a little more comfortably in our new two-roomed log house, and were beginning to learn the ways and methods of the western wilds. My father made a garden of the acre and a quarter lot which he kept and improved until his death and such a garden was rarely, if ever, seen in that part of the country. The land produced immensely and my father worked in it from early morning until late at night. It was slow plodding work, just the kind that suited him and he kept at it all the time.

The only habit that I ever knew of, which he had that could be condemned, was that he would smoke an old clay pipe. He got hold of some tobacco seed and he grew a little patch of tobacco plants which did very well in that climate. He dried the leaves and hung them up in a little smoke house and made of them fairly good smoking tobacco, so I have been told. But some years after, I have heard my mother tell that one day she said to him, "I have no seen you smoking, what have you din wi' your pipe?" His answer was just two words, "I've stoppet." "For how long," she asked. "Some months past," he answered. And there was his old clay pipe on the mantelpiece in plain view all the time, yet he had never touched it. He laid it there as much as to say, "I will show you which is master, you or I."

[edit] Life as a teenager

The winter of 1863 I passed in what was called a school, taught by an old Brother Lawson who was a cripple and knew very little of school teaching. I must have spent a few weeks of the winter in that school but the chief enjoyment I had was in the theatricals that were being presented.

The next summer was spent in working some little on our farm or land, and again herding sheep, the second year for Dykes and Davis. I recollect that that summer I drove our yoke of oxen and we took two or three hundred pounds of flour, my mother and I, over to Logan and traded it for some calico and other little things she needed, which we bought at William Jennings' store, which was being run by Henry Sadler, the same Henry Sadler who is now (1915) living in Salt Lake City. By the next season Bishop Maughan had secured a mail contract to carry the mail from Brigham City to Wellsville and Logan. I drove the mail wagon for him a good deal of the time and worked in the field for him some of the time. We usually made the trip over in about three hours or little more between Brigham and Wellsville.

There was no hotel in Brigham but through some arrangements with Bishop Nichols we were allowed to stay at his house and it was here that I first heard an organ played in the home, or indeed, played anywhere else for that matter. What a marvel it was to me to hear that little old organ and to hear the Bishop's daughters singing to its accompaniment. In the fall I was engaged getting out our winter's wood. I would take the running gears of the wagon with a yoke of oxen, sit on the tongue behind the oxen with a sharp pointed stick and prod them along as fast as they would go up Wellsville Canyon and into the maple groves and secure a load of wood and be back home by night. It was very hard work and I was not quite equal to it, but I did the best I could and kept at it as long as my strength would permit.

The next winter, Morris Rosenbaum sent over from Brigham City to Wellsville a wagon load of goods with Isaac Neibaur, his brother-in-law, to open a store and sell them during the winter. Isaac Neibaur brought his little fourteen-year-old sister to help keep house for him and his wife during that winter. Part of the time Isaac would be gone to Brigham City and other places and I had been asking for a job as soon as he located there and had secured the position which I so much coveted, to clerk in that little old store. It was in this way that I became slightly acquainted that winter, not very much, with his sister Rebecca, who four years afterwards became my wife.

The Neibaurs moved away in the spring, back to Brigham and Ira Ames opened a small store not far from where my sister Margaret now lives. I secured the position of clerk in this store at fifty cents a day and board, staying at the Ames' home. I can recollect how happy and grateful my poor old mother would be if I took home to her, as I remember I did on several occasions taker her, some little present of towels, calico or anything that I thought would be useful to her and please her. It always gave me the greatest pleasure to try to make her comfortable and happy.

At the time I was clerking in the little store of Ira Ames, who was one of the earliest members of the Church, I boarded at the Ames' home, receiving fifty cents in store pay and my board as wages. I was then fifteen years old. One evening Father Ames in his reminiscent way, was telling me of incidents that occurred in his early experience in the Church. He said that while he was living at or near Kirtland, Ohio, in 1832, on the morning of February 17th of that year, he was up early, as was the Yankee custom to rise in the morning before daylight and feed the cattle, chickens and hogs, and on that morning he was out attending to these chores when Sidney Rigdon passed by, coming from the home of the Prophet Joseph Smith. Sidney Rigdon saluted Father Ames with good morning and stated that he had been up all night with the Prophet, writing a most glorious vision which had been shown to them that night. This vision is the 76th Section of the Doctrine and Covenants. This incident just gives a little human touch in putting me so closely connected with the event as to having conversed with the man Ira Ames who first saw Sidney Rigdon and talked with him that morning after that most wonderful vision. I thought perhaps my children might be interested in this incident in my life.

That winter, 1864 and 1865, Fred Kiesel came to Wellsville and opened up a store, and from that date my acquaintance with him began and has continued in a very friendly way ever since. But I did not hire to him as I was engaged with Brother Ames. While clerking at the Ames' store, the Deseret Telegraph line was built through the country, from Salt Lake City to Franklin, Idaho. My father worked on the line and furnished some of the tools and labor in setting the poles, which, as I remember, was all donation work. That telegraph line with its little ticking instruments and the wonders it could do in carrying news over the wire, was a marvel and a mystery to us all. There was a young lady by the name of Esma Montrose sent over from Logan as telegraph operator and her table and office were in a little room in the Ames' home where I boarded. most of my leisure hours I spent in that little room with the telegraph operator, and in a few months I was able to send messages and receive them. I learned the telegraph without knowing it and can send and receive, if it is written slowly, very well even to this day (1915).

In 1866 Morris Rosenbaum had built a large store in Brigham City, at least it was a large for that time, a two story building built of stone, which stands there to this day. The ground floor was the store and the upper floor was a dance hall. he had heard of me through his brother-in-law, Isaac Neibaur and sent over for me to come and work at Brigham City, and said that he would pay me $40.00 a month and my board. At the Ames' store in Wellsville and at the Co-op Store which followed the Ames' store, where I worked, I was only getting 50c a day and board. Fifty cents would not buy very much in those days, for thread was 25c a spool, matches were 25c a box, coal oil was $5.00 a gallon and everything else was proportionately high. So when this splendid opening came from Brigham City, I immediately went over in the mail wagon and started to work at Rosenbaum's store.

I can recollect standing in front of that store, which was to me a great building, two stories high and simply being awed with the feeling of splendor or fear, and the thought running through my head, "How is it possible that I, a little lad from Wellsville am now here in front of this great building and going to work here in this magnificent store;" magnificent beyond all comparison with what I had hitherto had to do with. I felt that it could hardly be real or true, it was so splendid and great. I have a fairly good account of myself in working for Rosenbaum and we went on very satisfactorily together.

He decided to send out three six mule teams loaded with salt, a first wagon and a trail to each team, to the mines forty miles above Boise City at a place called Idaho City, which was in very active operation at that time. I was asked, as business was quiet in the store in the hot months, to drive one of the teams. Isaac Neibaur drove one and Rash Cahoon the other. We drove with one line hooked to the bit of the nigh mule on the lead and rode the nigh side mule hitched to the tongue of the front wagon. It was a jerk line and by certain sharp jerks or otherwise a long pull, the lead mule knew exactly which way to turn, to the right or the left, as directed. I remember we camped on Boise River where Boise City now stands. It was a mere village then. We bought some fresh beefsteak at that shop and cooked it for our breakfast there one morning, and I can remember even now how fine that beefsteak was. It was about the choicest I have ever eaten, either before or since.

We got rid of our salt at Idaho city, got our money and returned home, arriving about six weeks from the time we left Brigham with our loads.

The next summer, 1867, I made another trip the same way, driving six mules, and freighting as we called it, herding our mules at night, standing guard over them lest they be run off by the Indians. Coming home I got a very severe cold and was down with chills and fever. I had to quit work and go over to Wellsville where my good old mother in the most patient and mildest way nursed me back to health and strength. But the chill would come on at a certain hour each day and then the terrible fever. It seemed that I had not the strength in my frame to shake it off but it finally did leave me, but left me a mere skeleton. When I was able to get out of bed and crawl out as far as the front gate and hang onto the gate and rest and get back a few steps to the house, I began to feel that I would after all get well, but still I was so weak. One day as I was thus standing hanging onto the gate, old Granny Stoddard came up to have a "crack" (Scotch word for gossip or talk) with my mother, and as she came to the gate and saw me, she just held her hands and gave out a yell, "Aye, death pented on a porritch stick."

Granny and mother were quite chummy and exchanged old Scotch stories and recalled reminiscences much to their comfort and a good laugh was in both of them. Mother had a story which she used to like to tell. In the early days in Scotland she had a boarder. The chief article of diet of course always cleaned the porridge dish up, she kept adding a little more to his allowance and still a little more, when one day he said, "Missus, I wish you would na give me so muckle porridge." Mother answered, "Oh, ye need na eat it a'," to which he replied, "Aye, missus, but you dinna ken how hard it is for me to leave ony porridge."

After the recovery of my health from the long sick spell I returned to work at Brigham City in Rosenbaum's Store and continued there until a co-operative store was organized in Wellsville succeeding the Ames' store, and they sent for me to come to Wellsville and run the store for them, offering me some little advance in pay. As I would have entire control under the Board of Directors, and as I felt that it was a good experience for me, I moved back to Wellsville and worked in the Co-op Store. However, it was not very long before everything was credited out under the instructions of the board. Bishop Maughan and others had a railroad contract, grading for the Central Pacific out on the promontory which road was being built in the year 1867 and 68. And the store did not last long in furnishing supplies.

By this time business began to be exceptionally good in every part of this western country. The Union Pacific and Central Pacific roads were being extended, the rails to meet on the Promontory in May, 1869. Money, that is greenbacks, which were at a discount with gold, were beginning to be quite plentiful. The war had put a great deal of paper money in circulation and there were chances for speculation everywhere.

I had spent two winters in Brigham City and had joined in with the young people there in organizing a Dramatic Association and with the patronage of President Lorenzo Snow we really had a very creditable organization. I was very fond of the drama and under different conditions might have made something of an actor.

[edit] Becoming an adult

In the early summer of 1868 the store in Wellsville having disposed of pretty nearly all its goods and the outlook for it being anything but bright, and just at that time Morris Rosenbaum having offered me a chance to go in partners with him in a small store at Brigham City, I accepted his offer and one summer morning quit Wellsville and walked with my little bag on my back from Wellsville to Brigham City. We opened up our little store there. I was in charge of it and Morris Rosenbaum gave most of his time to the hotel which he kept and which was crowded every night that year. THere was an added attraction for me at Briham City at that time in the fact that my sweetheart, Rebecca Neibaur, was working at the hotel for her sister, Mrs. Rosenbaum. Rosenbaum and I made money quite fast that summer and fall and everything we could buy was quickly sold again and turned into money. In six months I had made for my share something over $1,500.00 which was more money than I ever expected to have.

In September, 1868, Miss Neibaur and I became engaged. I was 19, she was 17. When I look back at all that experience now I can see what mere children we were. But I had assurance enough make up for lack of years and so went forward, nothing doubting.

During most of the winter of 1868 and 1869 we had regular theatrical performances with our home dramatic company of which I was a leading light. About this time Professor Moench came to Brigham City and opened a school. I attended when I could and took lessons in grammar and one other study, I think it was algebra. I learned from him in three months more about grammar than I had ever known before, which was not saying very much.

At one of our theatrical performances we played certain scenes from Hamlet. Moench took the part of Hamlet and I took the part of the ghost. The theatre was in the upper hall over Rosenbaum's store and there were only three or four of us engaged in the scene. The lights were turned down and the ghost was to appear at a certain time in the proceedings. It was a very cold night and as I had to come in barefooted with a sheet wrapped around me as a ghost, I had thoughtfully had my overshoes to slip my feet into while I was standing waiting at the head of the stairs for my cue to enter. At the hearing of the line where I was to enter, I forgot that I had the overshoes on and went stalking in as a ghost with the white sheet on me and the black overshoes on my feet. But I came along noiselessly as a ghost and very few noticed the predicament I was in.

The fall of 1868, after we had become engaged, my fiance and I made a trip from Brigham City to Salt Lake. We took a load of produce that had been taken in by the store and with a good pair of horses, a heavy wagon and with an old spring seat to sit crouched upon under the wagon cover, we made our first trip together. We drove the first day from Brigham City to Layton Creek, near where the Layton Sugar factory now stands. (1916.) We carried the hay and grain for our horses in the waogon on top of our load. We had a few quilts for bedding. My bride-to-be made her bed in the wagon on the load of produce and made mine under the wagon. In that way we camped the night. By daylight the next morning we were off and reached Salt Lake City by the middle of the afternoon.

There is little to record that is worthy of note that transpired during the winter of 1868 and the spring of 1869. As I have before stated, business was exceedingly good in consequence of the railroad work and the supplies that were demanded from every quarter for that work. money was plentiful. Prices were high. I was exceedingly active and busy for the coming event of our marriage which was to occur, and did occur March 30th, 1869.

I recall making a trip one winter day from Brigham City to Wellsville with a man by the name of Jasper who was a railroad contractor and wanted a lot of grain for horse feed. I told him I thought it could be procured in Wellsville. He had taken something of a notion to me and seemed to trust me so he said, "I will go with you and you purchase the grain for me and I will pay you a liberal commission." We remained in Wellsville over night. I made the deal with a Jew storekeeper who had succeeded Fred Kiesel in business and made a clean up of nearly $300.00 for the two days work. This kind of transaction was simply amazing to me. I could hardly understand how it all came about.

While working at the store and the hotel that winter, we more than once had as guests the big men of the Union Pacific Railroad and especially the big ones of the Central Pacific Railroad, which latter was building from California east. Governor Stanford, and some of his partners and trusted assistants, were at our little old hotel more than once. Stanford was a very prominent man in those days. He had been governor of the State of California and was afterwards made United States Senator. He was always friendly to our people. Later on he endowed the Stanford University with its millions. One evening after supper, in the little old sitting room at Rosenbaum's house, I heard Stanford and his company discussing Mormonism. He remarked that it was a wonderful thing that Brigham Young should have been able to build up such a community and to govern and control it as he did. "But," he said, " as soon as Brigham Young with his master mind passes away, that will be the end of Mormonism." I thought to myself, "well now, we shall see." According to man's wisdom that conclusion was the very best that could be given. I thought to myself, "Wait and see."

It was in 1867, I think, when I made purchase of a city lot on some barren sagebrush land, almost directly across the street west from the present Brigham City Tabernacle. I paid $125.00 for the acre lot. That was the first piece of real property I owned. The Bankheads owned five acres of hay land in the field west and north of Brigham and the traded it to me for one or two heads of young stock that I had in Wellsville. That was the second venture in real estate.

During my boyhood days and even in there, which were to me then exceedingly prosperous times, I never neglected my church duties. I can say conscientiously that I paid my tithing strictly. I attended the meetings of the ward that I lived in and was generally an active member of the choir. My wife and I both belonged to Fishburn's choir at Brigham City, Which was a rather noted musical organization of that day. We were singers a long time, both before and after our marriage. In 188, before our marriage, President Young had invited the Fishburn Choir to attend the general conference at Salt Lake City in the new Tabernacle which was just then about completed and was being used for conference purposes. I recollect that we were all invited to the Bee Hive House by President Young and treated in a very complementary and courteous way. Brother Brigham was devotedly attached to music and the drama and he was himself a first-class singer. So my religious activities were never neglected, neither in my boyhood days nor at any time afterwards.

As a little boy, being out of an evening with other boys of my age in Wellsville, we would separate to go home at Salisbury's corner, one block east of our home. In a shady place there I have scores of times knelt down and offered my secret prayer before I would get to our house, for I could be alone there--all alone, but in the house I could not, as we had no separate rooms for any one person.

[edit] Getting Married

On Tuesday, the 30th of March, 1869, I married the best and to me the choicest God-given little woman in the world. It must have been all worked out for us. Certainly it was no fore-thought or scheming of mine that produced the result, and yet looking back on it all now I can see how almost impossible it would have been for me in my state of mind and body and spirit to have been so well nurtured and helped and led and restrained by any other living creature in all the world. So fitted did we seem for each other, or rather I may say how fore-ordained it must have been for both of us. I needed her, she needed me, and the one was a full complement of the other. It must have been prearranged for us altogether.

We had no honeymoon trip but with the closest bargaining and strictest economy we purchased what few necessaries we required and went back to our little home of two rooms in Brigham City. I had bought a little house and small lot immediately connecting the Rosenbaum corner on the west and there we set up housekeeping soon after our marriage. At least boarded at the hotel and had an upstairs room across the street in Porter Squires' old house, which I believe stands there even to this day, (1916).

[edit] Mission to the Eastern States

At that time there was considerable agitation by the United States Government concerning the Mormon question and the Cullum Bill was up before Congress which threatened the liberties of our people. President Young decided that it would be a good idea to send 200 or more men east on missions, and scatter them through the eastern states as much as possible to try to counteract these evil prejudices. Accordingly, I was called as one of these missionaries and left home, after having sold out my interest in the little store that I had, to my partner, Morris D. Rosenbaum. We were called at the October Conference and soon after, I left with a large company of these missionaries for the east.

[The following story which fits in here is taken from a little diary C. W. Nibley kept while on this first mission. The year is 1869]:

"I would here state that last winter, while engaged at the Hotel Brigham City, I became acquainted with a Mr. Barton, a railroad man. Mr. Barton left in my care in the month of February a pair of boots. I put them away, but they were moved out of their place and when he called for them I could not find them. He called for them again later, but after a good search I could not find them. He gave them up for lost and left the country the next month. The morning before I started on my mission Rebecca found the boots in the store. I am now wearing them and I left my own at home. We arrived as stated before at North Platte and Brother Peck and I went to the Railroad House for breakfast. Before I got through breakfast I discovered that the landlord was this identical Mr. Barton whom I had known, and whose boots I had on. I thought of trying to get out of the way as best I could, but I knew I had not stolen the boots so I determined to face it out. I got through breakfast, and while Brother Peck was paying the bill, which was fifty cents each, I stepped up and said, 'How do you do, Mr. Barton.' He did not recognize me at first but when Brother Peck told him I was going to the States as a missionary. He said, 'Indeed, if that is the case you must take back that dollar. I wish to do something for the church.' He gave us back the dollar and I thanked him kindly and told him about the boots. He stated that it was all right. He was glad I had them and would take no pay. I again thanked him very kindly and I thanked God also that he had placed this friend in my path."

As I remember, we were three days in making Omaha; the Union Pacific and Central Pacific roads just having been completed that season. They were hardly prepared for any fast trains. There were no sleeping cars. Such a thing as a sleeping car was never thought of. Indeed, it was years after that before I ever used a sleeping car. We simply sat up all night in our seats in the car and slept or dozed the best way we could. My missionary companion was Henry Peck, an elderly gentleman who lived in Malad. He was rather above the average and was well connected with Massachusetts and New York people. We spent some time visiting his relatives at Great Barrington, Mass., and in the Catskill Mountains on the Hudson in the state of New York.

We did all the missionary work we could, but really when I look back at it and see how utterly unprepared I was for that kind of work I am not sure but what my mission so far as doing any good to the Cause was concerned, was rather more hurtful than helpful. However, I did about as well as I could (see note 1).

One little experience that I may mention that has ever been a pleasing memory to me, was in seeing Edwin Booth play Hamlet while we were in Philadelphia. I do not recollect that I had ever before been in a real theatre, except two or three times in the Salt Lake Theatre. But having played in certain scenes from Hamlet and having even essayed the character of Hamlet in a few scenes myself, I had something of an idea of it all. To see this greatest of geniuses portray the character and witness the unfolding of that wonderful tragedy was to my young and active grasping mind a revelation that charmed and pleased beyond measure. (see note 2)

Although with other incidents, travel and study, meeting people and seeing the world must have benefited me very much whether I succeeded in benefiting others very much or not. So that after all the Gospel scheme even in sending such poor tools as I was to try and accomplish a mission, is not without most beneficial results. We were sent out only for the winter and accordingly I returned home as I now remember in the latter part of March, 1870.

[edit] Post Mission

On the 21st of April, 1870, our first child was born, a beautiful little girl baby. She lived but a year and a half, but in that time so grew into our loves and affections that it was like tearing out the very heart strings to part with her. She was all we had. We buried her there at Brigham City, as I remember, in October, 1871.

In the spring of 1870, after my return from the Eastern States, President Lorenzo Snow, who was presiding over the branches of the Church in Box Elder County, asked me to act as station agent at the point on the Central Pacific Railroad two and one-half miles southwest of Brigham City. The railroad people had put in a spur there but were afraid that there would not be business to warrant them keeping a station and an agent there. As Box Elder County was now beginning to draw a very heavy income from the taxes of the railroad, Brother Snow thought that the railroad people agreed to give me ten per cent of all business transacted at the station, of the revenues produced on the Central Pacific Railroad. I had to build my own house there which was to serve as a station as well as a home. It was about 24 feet long by 14 feet wide and 9 or 10 feet high. It was merely boards stuck upon end and nailed to a 2 x 6 scantling at the top and bottom and in the center. The upright cracks between the boards were battened with a half inch strip. The floor was rough lumber, not even planed, but we made it do.

It was a lonely, desolate, alkali desert place. I had a well dug to try and get drinking water, but the water in the well was so salt and brackish that it could not be used, consequently I had to get one or two 40-gallon barrels and set them in the earth by the side-track and I would get them filled with water from the locomotives once every two or three days. Set in the ground in that manner the water would remain good for several days. We kept a cow there and I had a riding pony that I would ride up to town and back on. We also had a few chickens but the chickens did not thrive very well--I do not remember that they ever laid many eggs. They fed chiefly on salt bugs which were there around the alkali pools by the millions and salt bugs did not seem conducive to hen fruit.

We had very little to do in the way of business there, although a little did come after a while. But I can remember after I had been there three months the pay car came along and left with me $9.00 and some odd cents for three months' pay, which was my commission on the business done during the three months. I got it in silver and went into the house where my wife was with my poor sister Mary, who had come down from Brigham City where she worked in the woolen mills, to visit with us for a day or two, and I recollect I remarked, "My, I have more than $9.00 here in my hands; I did not know that there was that much money in the world." And dear Sis, as we always called her, rather in a rebuking sort of way said, "You knew very well there was more money than that in the world."

In the fall of that same year, 1870, a man came from the mines in Nevada wanting to buy a large lot of coarse salt for the treatment of ores. That season the wind had blown from the south during the summer to a considerable extent and driven water into pools and ponds that were not usually covered with salt water. The water had evaporated and had left a floor of two or three inches of salt in most of the ponds. I undertook to secure the amount of salt which the agent wanted, which was a large number of carloads at a given price, (I do not now remember the price) but it was a great venture for me at that time, so much so that I went up to Brigham and got Carl Loveland to join with me as the load seemed too heavy for me to carry. We hired some fifty men and teams shoveling up this salt and hauling it to our railroad spur and piling it on the ground or loading it on the cars: I do not know how much we shipped but I do recollect that I cleared some $1500.00 for my share of the contract, and in addition I got $300.00 commission from the railroad for the salt that was shipped west into Nevada, so that the railroad freight on that amount of salt must have been something like $3,000.00.

[edit] Back in Brigham City

We moved back to our little home in Brigham City for three or four months during the winter of 1870-71 and I attended Moench's school part of each day and rode down on my pony to the station and attended to what work there was to do there, meeting the trains, etc., during part of the day. I received more benefit from that four months' schooling than all the rest of the schooling I had ever had. Of course, all the rest was not very much.

In the fall of 1871, John W. Young had secured the assistance of Joseph Richardson, a miserly old New Yorker, to assist him in furnishing rails for the building of the Utah Northern Railroad. This road started from a point on the Central Pacific Railroad at Three-Mile Creek, some four miles south of Brigham. This promised to give some considerable business in the way of shipments in and out, so my station at the old switch was closed and moved to this new railroad junction--the same building, however, that I built at the old switch. The people through the settlements were to furnish the right-of-way, do the grading and also furnish the ties and take stock in the road for their pay and the New York capitalist was to furnish the rail, spikes, etc. By the fall of 1872 the road had been built to Hampton Station which is now near Collinston Station on the Utah-Idaho Interurban road. I engaged to John W. Young to be the general agent of the Utah Northern road and moved from the junction up to Hampton station, this station being in a small narrow-gaged box car.

[edit] Living in Logan

In 1873 the road was completed to Logan and we moved from Brigham City to Logan that year and rented the north half of Liney Farrell's house. This stone house is still standing (1918) and is located immediately across the street west from the late Joseph Howell's large stone house. I was receiving $150.00 a month salary at this time but half of it was in railroad stock which proved to be practically worthless, so that my income was really $75.00 a month, out of which we had to pay $15.00 rent, tithing $7.50, and the balance we must feed and clothe ourselves with, two children now added to our family.

During the building of the Utah Northern railroad I had to make several trips to San Francisco and two or three trips to New York on business connected with the road. I began to feel a little more able to take care of myself in the business world and I grew in experience from year to year.

My first trip, however, to San Francisco, was in the fall of 1870 while I was working for the Central Pacific. I got a pass for myself and wife, and also a sleeping car pass--the very first sleeper that I had ever been in. We were in San Francisco a few days seeing the sights and stayed at the Lick House, which was then the most famous hotel on the Pacific Coast. It cost us $3.00 per day American plan. On this first trip to San Francisco we were, naturally enough, a couple of green youngsters, so green that instead of turning out the gas we blew it out. It was lucky for us that the windows were open but the smell of the gas was powerfully strong. I went down to the office in the morning and got the hotel clerk to come up in the room, telling him there was something rotten in there, that there must be something wrong with the sewer to create such a stench in the room. He, without saying a word, reached up and turned off the gas and went out silently. We looked at each other and just laughed. We knew the joke was on us.

In the summer of 1874, General Doniphan, who figured largely in the troubles of the Saints during the Missouri persecution of 1838, visited Salt Lake City. As a compliment to him on his return to the East, President Brigham Young had a special car and invited some of the prominent Church Authorities to accompany General Doniphan as far as Evanston, Wyoming. At that time I was general freight and passenger agent of the Utah-Northern Railway. I cannot recall how I came to be invited to accompany this distinguished party, but I have recollection of traveling on the train to Evanston and return and of being introduced to General Doniphan, to whose honor and credit more than to any other living man was the resisting of the order of the military court martial at Far West, Missouri, when Joseph the Seer and his brother Hyrum and some others were sentenced to be shot at eight o'clock the following morning. This same General Doniphan denounced it as a cold-blooded murder and threatened to withdraw the troops under his command before daylight. His action saved the lives of these brethren. Now here was I in human touch with the great Doniphan, with President Brigham Young, George A. Smith, and others whom I do not now recall. I thought it was worth while remembering that in my youth I had been honored with even this much of association with General Doniphan.

In 1874 I purchased a city lot in Logan. We built a small house, three rooms, with a little back kitchen in addition. On my return from my European Mission in 1879, I built most of the house as it stands there at present. This was our home for twenty years.

In Logan in those days everybody knew everybody else. Not only so, but each one knew the other's business and there were naturally more or less jealousies in connection with business matters. Moses and George Thatcher, with their brother-in-law, William B. Preston, were the strong men financially in the valley. I was very intimate with Moses Thatcher for five or six years. Moses was general superintendent of the Utah Northern Railroad and I was general freight and passenger agent. As long as I would yield everything to Moses we got along fine together, but when I began to assert my own individual ideas, he did not have so much affection for me, and later on he grew to rule with an iron hand. M. W. Merrill was assistant superintendent of the railroad and he was very friendly with me and I think in consequence of that friendship Moses was perhaps jealous and grew later to dislike us both.

[edit] Mission to Europe

I continued at work as general freight and passenger agent of the road from 1873 until 1877, when I was called on a mission to Europe. President Joseph F. Smith had been called by President Young to go and preside over the European Mission. President Smith asked me to go with him and take charge of the business affairs of the Liverpool office. This was the beginning of the friendship with President Smith which has been invaluable to me in so many ways. His example has been always the best and his friendship has been with me more like the friendship of Jonathan and David. From the very first we seemed to understand each other and grew more and more into each other's liking and affection. I owe very much to him.

An incident worth recording is the fact of how he came to be called on this mission to Europe. President Brigham Young had selected his son, John W. Young, who was spending most of his time in New York on all sorts of schemes and ventures entirely outside of Church activities, to be his first counselor in the First Presidency. It was not a happy selection. President Smith has recently told me that when the matter was brought up before the Council of the Apostles that most of the brethren of the Twelve felt that it was a matter left entirely to President Young to select his own counselors. But Joseph F. Smith told President Young and the brethren that inasmuch as he had been asked to give his view he would do so frankly and plainly. He stated that he thought the people would very much prefer to see Brigham Jr., as he was called who was a member of the Apostles quorum and who was doing good missionary work at home, selected rather than to take John W. to fill that position. President Young turned to Joseph F. and shaking his finger at him, said: "I have got Brigham and I have got you and I want John W." In the winter of '76 and '77 President Young told Joseph F. that he wanted to prepare for a mission to Europe and to take one of his families with him as it would be a long mission, very likely not less than five years. Truly, man proposes but God disposes. In May of 1877 I accompanied President Smith with a considerable number of missionaries to Europe. By the end of August, some three or four months, President Young was in his grave and Joseph F. Smith had received cablegrams from President Taylor asking him to return home at once.

It was on the 7th of May, 1877, that I left home in Logan for my mission to England. I recall picking up the baby, Alex, who was just one year old to the day and kissing him goodbye with what feelings can be better imagined than described. But I went and did my best and I believe the verdict generally was that I was successful in my mission. Certain it is, that in the Liverpool Office I did the work of any two who had hitherto been there. My companion in the office was Elder Henry W. Nesbit, who was in charge of the Millenial Star. President Smith, as I have stated returned home the last of August and left me in charge of the business department of the mission and Brother Nesbit in charge of the Star. The Millenial Star was first published in 1840 by Parley P. Pratt under the direction of President Brigham Young, and that little Star has been issued regularly from that day to this.

Brother Nesbit was a very companionable English gentleman of the high class. He was a man of wide information and was a poet withal. Some of his hymns in the hymn book are of the very best, such as "Rest on the Hillside, Rest," and "O Grave Where Is Thy Victory," etc. He had the spirit of the work to a great degree and filled an honorable mission. I learned much from Brother Nesbit.

Early in 1878 President Taylor and the Twelve Apostles had selected President William Budge to preside over the European Mission and Brother Budge accordingly arrived in Liverpool, I think in the month of February. Brother Budge made an excellent president--wise, cautious, prudent and scholarly and withal filled with the spirit of the Gospel. He was very successful in his work. His manner of preaching was to be emulated. The logic of it was always clear. President Budge was the ideal preacher from the point of logic and closing up an argument.

Soon after this, Elder John Nicholson of Salt Lake City was appointed to succeed Brother Nesbit as editor of the Millenial Star and we then had the office what some of the brethren in the conferences called the Scotch Trio, Budge, Nicholson and Nibley. However, we got along together in the most enjoyable way and our work, I believe, was effective and the mission prospered under the administration of President Budge. Scarcely a day, especially at meal-time, but what we had up some subject for discussion and before we got through with it there was nearly always something to be learned.

Although my work was chiefly in the business department of the Liverpool office, still I did a very considerable amount of preaching in the different conferences, as the record of the Millennial Star of that time will show. I also visited our relatives in Scotland several times and became very much attached to Mr. Runciman who had married a cousin of mine and he at that time was living in Edinburgh. IN the winter of '77, my cousin, Nellie Wilson, visited us at Liverpool and remained for several weeks and became much interested in our Church work and doctrines. I think I have stated in some former chapter further particulars in regard to this Wilson family of relatives. I had great joy in my labors and had the satisfaction of baptizing several people into the Church.

In April, 1879, I was given an honorable release to return home. I was appointed to take charge of a company of emigrating saints, some three or four hundred in number. We crossed the ocean on one of the Guion line boats, I think it was the Wyoming, and had a very successful passage. As I remember, we arrived in Salt Lake City the fore part of May, 1879, being just two years since I had left home. As we were going along on the train west of Omaha I was riding in the caboose with the conductor. There were some eight cars of our emigrants, hooked into a mixed train as it was called, of freight and passengers and of course we made slow time. Near Columbus, Nebraska, a young man got on the caboose and began to joke the conductor about his having a train-load of Rocky Mountain Saints. The conductor winked at this man and pointed to me, as I suppose he did not wish to have him make any offensive remark. The intruder turned to me and said, "Are you in charge of this company?" I told him yes. He asked a good many questions then, where we were from, where the people were from mostly, and asked the year that I had crossed the plains. I told him that I had crossed the plains in 1860 in J. D. Ross' Company. He said, "Do you remember such and such a family," giving the name which I have now forgotten, "leaving the company at Columbus, Nebraska?" I said, "Yes, I recollect the incident." He said, "Well, I am the man that pulled out of the company at that time, and I have been sorry ever since that I did it, and I wish if you ever have any of your Elders down this way you would send them to our house and they will be treated to the best we have." Singular thing that in 1860 I should be journeying with this same man as a child and in 1879 ran across him again in this accidental manner.

[edit] Arriving Home from Europe

Arriving at Salt Lake City with our company of Saints, they were mostly met by relatives and friends and taken care of. President Smith was at the depot to meet me and took me to his home and from that day his home, when I was in Salt Lake City, has been my home.

I found my little family in the best of health when I returned home. The two boys, Charlie and Alex, who were all the children we had at that time, had, of course, grown very considerably, but they had been well taken care of and we were greatly blessed.

Before I left for Europe I had fixed a little granary in one corner of the barn that still stands on the old lot (1918) and had filled it with grain in case of any scarcity of breadstuffs. Most of this my thrifty, hard-working wife had loaned out at a peck on the bushel per year as interest and she had not only the amount of wheat I left but had it added to. I had $750.00 in money loaned to Thomas B. Cardon, the jeweler. Eighteen per cent was the rate for money those days so this small amount of money loaned, brought in $135.00 a year, on which my wife and the two children kept themselves while I was in Europe. I am not sure that they spent even that much.

I did not have to look for a job when I returned home as there were two letters waiting for me when I landed at New York, offering me employment. One was from C. O. Card, asking me to take the management of the United Order Lumber Company business and the other was from William Jennings asking me to take the management of the Z. C. M. I. at Logan. I thought there was a greater chance for development and growth with the Lumber Company and so engaged with them and continued in that employment until 1885. My compensation was $150.00 a month in store pay and other trade. Cash was a most rare article.

In the way of Church activities, I was appointed one of the superintendency of the Cache Stake Sunday Schools, and Cache Stake in those days embraced all of Cache Valley and everything north of it in Idaho so that of necessity we did considerable traveling in the summer season. I was honored with a great many invitations to preach settlements and I was actively engaged in the work of the ministry until my labors called me elsewhere.

[edit] Marriage to Ellen Ricks and thoughts on plural marriage

At that time plural marriage was not only practiced but was extensively taught in the Sabbath meetings and people who were able to comply with that law were urged to do so. I believed then as I believe now, in the doctrine of plural marriage as revealed in the Book of Doctrine and Covenants through the Prophet Joseph Smith. It is a principle intended to develop and broaden the mind and soul and like many other principles of the Gospel to help us overcome our selfishness and in a word to become more like our Father and our God. So believing, I became engaged and a little later married Miss Ellen Ricks, who for nearly forty years now has been a most loyal and devoted wife and mother. She has looked after the children well, always has kept a clean, comfortable house and home and has been as good a manager in handling the means entrusted to her as any woman could possibly be. Then again, the vast amount of temple work which she has done herself and spent the means for having done, will always stand to her credit as a splendid work well done. Because of each member of the family trying to do his or her best and live as we should live, we had very little trouble indeed, but nearly always got along in a most pleasant and agreeable manner. The children of the two families grew up to love each other and be with each other almost as one family.

I want my children to know that plural marriage is a true principle revealed from God through the Prophet Joseph Smith for the salvation and blessing of all those who are worthy to receive it. True, the law forbids its practice at the present time, and the Church has agreed that plural marriage shall cease. But let it be understood that the principle is eternal and will never cease. I thank the Lord with all my heart for the blessing of plural marriage to me and to my family, which has been an experience which has greatly enlarged our souls and made us just a little more God-like in our lives than we could ever have been without the sacrifice and experience which the practice of this principle brought into our lives.

I recall an amusing incident that occurred in '82, I think. It was when Joel was a baby for I was sitting holding him on my knee when Samuel Parkinson, grandfather of Preston's wife, still hale and hearty at this date (1918), was staying at our house. He was being hunted by the United States Marshal of Idaho for transgressing the anti-polygamy laws and he spent a good deal of his time on the outside of the Idaho line. By this time I had engaged as a side issue, with James T. Hammond in the law business under the firm name of "Nibley and Hammond" and I was also assessor and collector for Cache County, which, together with my other duties, gave me enough to do. So being mixed up a little in the legal business, friend Sam wanted me to draw up a will for him. He was almost a nervous wreck at this time. I can see him now walking up and down the room and talking all the while. "Charlie," he said, "I want you to fix this 'ere will so some fellow can't come along when he sees the little pile I have got in the co-op and make a grab for it when he gits on the blind side of them there widows. Now you know I have noticed as it's hawful easy to get on the blind side of a widow and that fust thing you know she's wild to raise up a righteous seed to her 'usband as is dead. Not as she wants a man you know, oh no, not that theere, it's this 'ere righteous seed as bothers 'er." Still walking up and down the floor and talking, he continued: "Now you know if when we get over on the hother side she comes to me with them there seed, I'd just say to 'er, see 'ere, you strike out, you and that there seed, it's all as I can do to look after me own seed."

On a later occasion I recall another of Brother Samuel's stories. He had taken a load of butter from Franklin to Salt Lake and was trying to dispose of it there and telling me about it, he said: "When I got down there with that there butter I went to Z. C. M. I. butter cellar--a man by the name of Teasdale was keeping it. It's the same fellow as they've now made an hapostle but it didn't take me long to see he didn't know nothing about this 'ere butter business."

When I first got home from my mission, the Utah Northern, which had its terminus at Franklin, Idaho, when I left, had been built on during the two years that I was away, into Idaho and was headed for Butte, Montana. Brother M. W. Merrill had secured contracts for grading the greater part of the road and was doing very well in a financial way from his contracts. He was always my steadfast friend, loyal to the core. He offered me a chance to join him in the work, or if not in the grading work, in the work of getting out ties and timber for the road as it was being constructed through the timber belt in Beaver Canyon and further on. But I had engaged with the old Lumber Company at Logan and thought best that I stick there.

The year 1883 brought a great depression in business everywhere, almost a panic. And my business suffered with the rest. I was greatly worried, as I always did worry whenever anything troubled me and so great was the strain on my mind that my health broke and on the advice of Dr. Benedict of Salt Lake I went to St. George and spent most of the winter of 1883 there. I returned home in February and continued with the Lumber Company for another year. By this time political matters in Idaho were quite exciting. Fred T. Dubois, United States Marshal, had started a crusade against all polygamists and the legislature of Idaho had passed a very stringent test oath law which disfranchised all those who even believed in the rightfulness of the practice of plural marriage. It was in the winter of 1884-1885 that President Budge brought a letter from President George Q. Cannon to me asking me to go to Idaho and see if I could do anything to prevent the passage of this infamous legislation. Fred Turner of Logan, accompanied me. We did our best, which was not saying very much, but we did help some. I could go into great detail in this matter and show how we did help but it is hardly worth while.

During the spring and summer of 1885 the anti-polygamy crusade was on in great vigor in Utah and I felt it safer to be over the line in Idaho and spent considerable of that summer in Bear Lake Valley. Walter Hodge and I engaged in a partnership lumber business. He had a small sawmill in Liberty Canyon and I had a good logging outfit of some ten yoke of oxen and logging trucks, so we put our interests together and started the firm of Hodge and Nibley. The Oregon Short Line Railroad was building west from Montpelier that year and we readily found a good market for our lumber until the railroad was built through.

[edit] Marriage to Julia Budge

I lived, when in Bear Lake, at Brother Hodge's home and was always made most welcome and well taken care of, but I spent considerable of my time at the telegraph office which was located in the tithing office in Paris and Miss Julia Budge, of whom we shall know more later, was the operator. Notwithstanding the perilous times confronting polygamists or would-be polygamists, I had the hardihood and Miss Budge was not lacking in stamina to engage in plural marriage at that time. And for thirty-three years now (1918) Aunt Julia, as we affectionately call her, has been not only a devoted wife, but has gone beyond everybody in her willingness to sacrifice self and to do for others at the expense of her own strength and ability to do. She can never do enough for anybody by the name of Budge or Nibley. She sets us all an example of devotion and self-sacrifice.

[edit] Illegal arrest and escape

On Friday, the 13th of November, 1885, I started from Montpelier, for Boise, on some political business for our people. At Pocatello, where we took supper, I went into the dining room and sat down at a table with Jule Bassett and Dave Wright, two deputy United States Marshals for Idaho, whom I knew well. But I didn't fear them as I knew they could not legally arrest me in Idaho for an alleged crime in Utah. However, we sat chatting together and eating our supper. They got up a little before I got through eating and went to the desk in the old railroad hotel at Pocatello and waited for me to come out, and as I was passing out, Bassett put his hand on my shoulder and said, "Mr. Nibley, I have a warrant for your arrest." I said, "Is that so? How is that?" And he commenced in a rather loud and excited voice to read the warrant and a considerable crowd had gathered there, for I suppose he had told the crowd to watch him that he was going to arrest me as I came out. I took the warrant from his hand and said, "Just let me look this over." I read it and saw that it was issued in Idaho, charging me with a crime of unlawful cohabitation committed in the State of Utah. I called Bassett's attention to this and he said he was powerless in the matter and would simply have to serve the warrant and take me under arrest. He accordingly took me to Blackfoot where the nearest United States Commissioner was to be had. The United States Commissioner at Blackfoot was a man by the name of Hopkins who kept a lumber yard and whom I knew very well, having done considerable business with him. I raised the point of jurisdiction before the commissioner but he took no notice of it. I then asked both him and Bassett if I could not give bail and go on to Boise as I had some important business to attend to there and I would be back in two or three days, but the commissioner ruled that the writ was returnable immediately and that I must return to Salt Lake. But he was willing to accept bail provided I would report at once to the commissioner in Salt Lake City. I told him that, as he would not give me time to go to Boise and attend to my business, there was no need of me giving bail, I preferred to remain in the custody of the United States Marshall as he would then have to take me to Salt Lake on the first train and pay my fare as I was his prisoner, whereas if I gave bail I would have to go myself and pay my own fare. Bassett's home was in Blackfoot and he merely said to me, "Mr. Nibley, you go to the hotel and stay all night and I will meet you in the morning and we will take the morning train for Salt Lake." So I remained at the hotel, and we were on the train Saturday morning.

Information had been wired to Logan that I was arrested and as I was about the first one in Cache Valley, there was considerable commotion among the people. The train stopped at Logan for dinner and I asked permission of Bassett to run up to my home and told him I would be back within the twenty minutes. He granted me permission and I went up to find a great many people at my home and a great many also were at the depot to encourage me and cheer me up. Aunt Ellen had taken to the underground, wisely enough, so that I did not see anyone but Aunt Beck who, with words, of not only encouragement, but determination, urged me to stay with it and not recant. Her admonition was something like the Scotch story that we have in these days of the world-war. Two Scotties over in the trenches were chatting together. One says to the other, "What kind of a send-off did the wife gi' ye when ye left hame." "Oh, she just said, ther's the train ma man, get on and do your duty. My certie, if I thought you would shirk your duty over there I would see you was woulded before you left hame."

I continued on the train in company with the deputies, Bassett and Green, to Salt Lake City and arrived there after the offices were closed. I was taken to the office of United States Marshal Ireland and a deputy by the name of Greenman was in the office. Bassett told him about my arrest, etc. and Greenman replied that "it is now Saturday night and too late to take him before any commissioner and get him out on bail, so I guess you better take him out to the pen and leave him there until Monday morning." I said, "What is the use of that? These men will go my bail, won't you, Bassett and Green?" They answered, "Sure we will. Mr. Nibley is all right. If he says he will be here Monday morning he will be here." So I just did that narrowly escape getting locked up in the pen, but my rather quick wit and audacity, I suppose, kept me out of it.

On the following day, Sunday, Mr. Green, one of the deputies who had brought me down from Pocatello, called on me and stated the object of his calling in about these words: "Mr. Nibley," he said, "Bassett has made a bull of this whole thing. Fred (Fred T. Dubois, United States Marshal for Idaho) didn't want you arrested at all, he merely swore that warrant out to hold it as a club over you and make you work for him in getting him elected as delegate to Congress. Now," he said, "the best thing you can do is to slip back to Bear Lake and nothing more will be said about this." I told him that I hardly thought that would be the proper course to take as I had promised Mr. Greenman I would report at his office Monday morning. Green still insisted that the easiest way out of it all, as I was not under any bond, would simply be to go to Bear Lake and they would not molest me any more. But I was afraid that such a course would probably bring down the censure of these infernal deputy marshals on innocent men who would likely be arrested as time went along. So I chose to remain and on Monday morning reported to Marshal Greenman and was again taken in charge by Jule Bassett.

The United States Commissioner who was attending to most of that class of business was a man by the name of McKay whose office was in a little upstairs room over Johnny Lollin's saloon on Main Street right opposite the present Kearns Building. I recall very well my feelings as I marched up the little narrow stairs with a deputy in front of me and another one behind me, going as a prisoner to the dock. And the words of Dante which he was inscribed over the door of hell came into my mind, "Abandon hope all ye who enter here." The sequel will show that we should never abandon hope. The first thing attended to was to give bail. Walter J. Beatie and James T. Little became my bondsmen. In and hour or so after that, the case was called for examination before Commisioner McKay. McKay was a heavy-set, dour-looking, pudgy Scotchman with a head like a bladder of putty. But he was onto his job and knew what the then officers of the law expected of him. Bud Whitney was there as reporter for the Herald and Jimmy Anderson was there as reporter for the Deseret News. Looking out of the window, Bud Whitney saw Judge Dickson, United States District Attorney, coming across the street and remarked that "I guess Dickson thinks you are pretty big fish as he has not been attending to this sort of cases himself. Evidently he is going to give this his personal attention." Brother James H. Anderson said to me before the court opened, "Brother Nibley, why don't you raise the point of illegality of your arrest? You have been arrested in Idaho on a warrant issued in Utah." I said, "I think the arrest is illegal all right, but to raise the question here would simply make them swear out another warrant and would do me no particular good." "However," I said, "I will mention it to my attorney." My attorney was a Mr. Fitzpatrick who was engaged by the Church to attend to this class of cases. he was a very able lawyer and a gentleman of the old Southern school. The present Mrs. John H. Marshall is a daughter of his. When I mentioned the illegality of the proceedings to Judge Fitzpatrick, he merely remarked, "What good will it do you; they will just swear out another warrant for your arrest?" I told him, "Well, go ahead any how and make the point. Get it on the record." He said he would do so. After the court was opened, Judge Fitzpatrick got up and raised the question of the legality of the arrest. Judge Dickson smiled in a cynical way and said, "We will have to look into this." McKay sent for certain authorities and after they were examined, it was found that everyone of them were on my side and proved that my arrest had been illegal. Judge Dickson smiling again said, "I suppose this man will have a case af false imprisonment to bring against the United States Marshal for Idaho but we will arrest him here." Just as he said that he pulled out his watch and looked at it and said, "It is now a little after twelve o'clock and I have a very important case to attend to; should have been there at twelve, can't this thing go over until two o'clock?" Of course Fitzpatrick assented to the recess and the court adjourned until two o'clock. Jimmy Anderson came up to me and whispering in my ear said, "Brother Nibley, you are a free man." I said, "Sh! Don't say anything," and sat down by Judge Fitzpatrick and said to him, "Judge, the Commissioner and the United States Attorney both agree that this arrest is illegal. Now what is the use of my coming back here at two o'clock?" he said, "It is clear enough that the arrest is illegal, but for God's sake don't say that I advised you not to come back." I said, "O, trust me." "Anyhow I won't be back unless they can hold my bondsmen but I think I know enough about law to know that if the arrest is illegal, the bond must be void." I asked him to look up the authorities on the question of the bond and I would send down in half an hour or so and get his report.

The deputies for the moment seemed to forget the importance of swearing out a new warrant of arrest and I went directly up the street to the President's Office to ask for advice as to the course I should pursue. I could find no one there to give advice as all the leading brethren of the Church who were polygamists (and they were nearly all polygamists) had prudential reasons taken to the underground, but Franklin D. Richards, one of the Twelve, was over the Historian's Office. He was a polygamist but he had kept the law so strictly by living with his one and only wife for so many years that he could not be molested. I ran across the street to the Historian's Office and in a hurried way told Brother Richards my story, how I had been arrested, how they had acknowledged I was illegally arrested and now what should I do. Should I go back and surrender myself or not. He turned to me and said, "Brother Nibley, the Lord has delivered you out of their hands, don't you go back."

The court convened promptly at two o'clock. Judge Fitzpatrick was there to take my side of the case, Judge Dickson was there to prosecute. They waited for some time--how long a time I do not know--but I didn't go back and after waiting some considerable time they dismissed the court with no doubt some little chagrin. It transpired that within ten minutes after I came out of the court room the deputies had sworn out a warrant for my arrest and were searching for me on the street. After leaving the Historian's Office I went into the rear end of Z. C. M. I. and upstairs to the cashier's office to see Walter J. Beatie, who was one of my bondsmen. I wished to impress upon him that there was no danger of his losing anything in consequence of my not appearing in court. Going in from the rear, I stepped quickly up to his cage and said, "Walt, I want to see you a minute," and he motioned with his arm for me to keep back, but I was a little nervous and no doubt laboring under some little excitement and I was insistent on him coming to see me. He turned around in his chair and whispered through his teeth, "You damn fool, keep back." There was a person in the front of his cage whom I did not know and who I suppose, luckily, did not know me. He was reading to Beatie a subpoena to appear at Ogden the next day before the Grand Jury on my case and this same deputy who was serving the subpoena on him, had the warrant in his pocket for my arrest.

As I recall, I stayed at the home of Brother George Gibbs that night and the next night got someone, I don't remember who, to drive me part of the way to Ogden. I hoped to get the Bishop of Bountiful to secure a team and send me on but as we drove down the lane into Bountiful and inquired for the Bishop's home not one of them would tell where the Bishop lived or would tell where he was. They, no doubt, thought we were deputies and had some business with the Bishop; so I got to Ogden somehow, I don't remember just how, and stayed for a couple of days at Frank J. Cannon's home. He was then a loyal member of the Church and his wife and my wife had been very intimate friends in Logan for two or three years before. From there, I think Brother Eccles took me seven miles up to the Station on the Union Pacific where I got on a freight train and made my way to Evanston and from Evanston down the Bear River Valley to Paris, Idaho. This ended my escapade of arrest and slipping away as successfully as I did.

Two days after my arrest, Aunt Beck was served with a subpoena to appear before the Grand Jury at Ogden and give evidence that they hoped would indict me for unlawful cohabitation. She, of course, was compelled to obey the subpoena and appeared before the Grand Jury, but I never yet knew whether I was indicted or not. However, I rather think I was.

[edit] In exile in Idaho

It was not often that I could safely make a trip down home to Logan but I did once in awhile. I remember that I got down somehow or other that same winter, 1885-1886. I got into Ogden by the Union Pacific from Evanston and took a night train north on the Utah Northern as far as Mendon, dropped off at Mendon and walked seven miles in the middle of the night from Mendon to Logan. The snow was about a foot deep but there was a path in the center of the railroad track. It took me over three hours from Mendon to Logan. Whenever I would make such a visit the children would be all warned not to let anybody know that Papa was home. Once when Jim was a little fellow and I was home on one of these visits I was correcting him for something and he didn't like the way I had done it and looking up at me rather savagely he said, "I'll tell everybody you are home."

On another occasion I found that Aunt Ellen had gone over to Millville to stay with some people there. I walked over one night and went to the home of Brother Sam Whitney whom everybody knows--the one-armed, one-legged Sam. he took me to the Bishop's to find out where Mrs. Nibley was but the Bishop could not tell. He took me to first one house and then another and we searched through that town for hours trying to find where Aunt Ellen was and after being thoroughly tired in my attempt to find her, I had to trudge back home alone. If not a wiser man I was at least a more tired and angry man. In the summer time it was more easy to make a trip into Logan and back with some safety as the road was open through Logan Canyon, or by way of Franklin Canyon.

Notwithstanding all these troubles my business affairs in Bear Lake prospered and I really made more means while I was working in partnership with Brother Hodge than I had ever made before. So my families were well provided for. At least well provided compared to many, many others. By this time we not only had our lumber business but we also had a merchandise store and a furniture store in Paris, Idaho, and did fairly well with all of them.

By the year 1888 after the crusade had run for about three years it began to lose its power. On one trip when I went to Logan I got Brother Fred Turner to interview C. C. Goodwin who at this date (1918) lives somewhere in California and was then United States Commissioner for Cache County. I told Fred Turner to see what kind of a deal he could make with Goodwin and get me arrested and brought before his court and discharged. Turner reported back that it would cost me $150.00. I furnished the money; I was arrested; I was examined; I was discharged. The contract was carried out to the letter.

There were some real exciting times in Idaho politics and in the merciless crusade that was kept up under the direction of Fred T. Dubois, hundreds of our brethren were arrested and sent to eastern prisons to serve there from six months to as much as two or three years. But in the midst of it all we had our little sport and at one time played rather a good joke as I thought, on the United States judge of that district. Chief Justice Hayes of Idaho was to hold court at Paris in one of the winter months, 1886-1887. Hayes had political ambitions and he wanted to appear as friendly as possible with President Budge and all the brethren of that section. There was at that time a United States deputy marshal by the name of Matthew Thompson, who lived at Montpelier and who had formerly been a member of the Church but had fallen away and had now taken up the bad business of arresting the brethren. Still this man Thompson was very friendly with President Budge and would do anything in the world for him, and indeed never annoyed him or attempted to annoy him or arrest him at any time. Brother Budge and I talked things over and inasmuch as Judge Hayes was going to hold court there we thought it would be a nice joke on him to have the United States Marshals make a raid just at that time. So we sent for Brother Thompson, as President Budge used to call him, to come over and told him just what we wanted done. Judge Hayes was to stay at Brother Stookey's home, Thompson was to notify the marshals in Pocatello and Oxford that President Budge would be staying at Stookey's home with Judge Hayes during the holding of court for that term. Thompson seemed to enter into the sport of the thing and we told him that we wanted the marshals to search Judge Hayes' room and every room in the house and search it from cellar to garret and that Sister Stookey would be instructed to scream and rave and tear her hair and go into the greatest excitement to make up a good scene. Thompson was game all right. On the appointed day, about midnight, the marshals appeared in front of Brother Stookey's home and demanded entrance. They were admitted, of course, and Sister Stookey commenced to play her part and raise the great racket at them searching the house. But they insisted on even searching Judge Hayes' room. Hayes was indignant to the last degree to think that such an indignity had been put upon him but the marshals were not deterred; they were after Brother Budge and they had been told he was there at Brother Stookey's house and they searched the place from cellar to garret, but, of course, Brother Budge was not there. Every polygamist in town had been notified that marshals might be expected that night so each one was in safe quarters. Brothers Budge, Hodge, Stookey and myself had many a good laugh after this raid of Thompson's. Matthew Thompson by the way, is no living in Salt Lake City, (1918).

[edit] Getting into Logging in Oregon

In the year 1883 when there was something of a panic on in business matters, I induced David Eccles to buy up some of the U.O. Luber Company stock which then could be bought cheap. He bought considerable of it and in that way we became interested together and worked together more or less from that time on.

In the spring of 1889, after matters became settled so that with care I could move about the country, I went to Oregon with Mr. Eccles and George Stoddard. Eccles wanted me to go and become interested with him in his business there. He had two or three sawmills, one at North Powder, Oregon, and another one at Hood River, Oregon. We spent a week or two looking over the Eccles interests and went on to Portland, Oregon--the first time I had ever been there. I returned home and after discussing matters pretty thoroughly with Mr. Eccles, decided that we would organize the Oregon Lumber Company, take in all of his properties in Oregon and I would put in what means I could by selling out my interest in Bear Lake and going in with him in a whole-hearted way. Accordingly, in July, 1889, we went out again and took inventory of all the properties that Eccles had, organized the company the next month, August, and started what proved to be a most prosperous business.

The amount of invested capital in the Oregon Lumber Company at that time was only $75,000.00. I had 10 per cent of the stock. Mr. Eccles and John Stoddard had the balance. Of course, Eccles had a large majority of it. I was actively at work in the business at North Powder and at Hood River during that fall. In November of that year I had occasion to go to Baker City, which is twenty miles east of North Powder to look into some land titles and while talking with the County Surveyor there he told me of an excellent body of timber up Sumpter Valley and stated that it would be easy to build a railroad up the Powder River some twenty miles into that valley. I became quickly interested in this matter and that evening as I was waiting for the train at the depot in Baker City, I wrote Mr. Eccles a long letter telling him of what I had learned and suggesting that the thing in my judgment to do, would be to examine into it as soon as possible. Mr. Eccles came to Oregon in a week or two after that and we hired a saddle horse for each of us and took a guide along, son of the County Surveyor, and explored the country, following up the river into the timber and Sumpter Valley. Up to that time Mr. Eccles had not branched out in any extensive way even in the lumber business. What he had done had been with the little 25-horsepower sawmills which were of the smallest and cheapest kind of construction and operation. He looked after every detail of his business very closely and had little time to explore any country and had little inclination to get away from the details of his work. In fact, he lacked initiative and as I did not care so much for details but fancied that I could tell a good thing and a big thing when I saw it, the two of us working together, in that way made a very good team.

That winter I made a trip to Omaha trying to sell timber and ties to the Union Pacific Railroad people, whom I was pretty well acquainted with, and I laid before them a scheme of building a railroad into the Sumpter Valley, as the Union Pacific interests owned the Oregon Short Line and the O. W. R. and N. Railroad also. Mr. Holcumb, who was general manager of the Union Pacific at that time, stated that Mr. Charles Francis Adams, who was then president of the Union Pacific, would be out soon making a trip over the road and he invited me to meet him and take up the matter of building the road and of a tie contract with Mr. Adams in person. In the month of May, 1890, I received a telegram from Mr. Holcumb asking me to meet him and Mr. Adams at Pocatello on a certain date. I was at Pocatello according to appointment and Mr. Holcumb invited me to go with the party in his private car and private train, go through to Portland when we would have plenty of chances to talk over this business. I was delighted to make the trip and was invited into Mr. Adams' private car where I met Fred Aimes, an eminent Boston conferee of Mr. Adams. An amusing incident about this invitation was when Mr. Adams asked me if it would be convenient for me to go with them to Portland. He said, "Where are your trunks?" He was a Boston man loaded of course with baggage and I never had owned a trunk in my life up to that time but had with me my little bit of a satchel which could easily carry all that I ever wanted to take. To me in those days, "Where are you trunks" was some joke.

My proposition was to have the Union Pacific Railroad furnish us with thirty pound rail which they were then taking up from the narrow gage road from Ogden to Montana, and were making it a standard gage road, that they would let us have what cars, engines and other equipment we would need for a road of twenty-five miles to be built from Baker City up into the Sumpter Valley. The Union Pacific to take bonds of the road in payment for rails and equipment On our part we would furnish the right of way, grade and ties and lay the track and we would take the stock of the road for payment. But to insure some business for the road I asked that they give us a contract for railroad ties, 500,000 ties a year for five years, half of them to be furnished at Baker City and half at Hood River. The price I quoted was of course quite satisfactory on our side. Mr. Adams asked me to go through to Portland with them and not stop off at Baker City and at Portland I framed the proposition about as I have outline it here, and presented it to Mr. Adams. A copy of this original proposition is in my lock box at this date (1918) in the Bishop's Office. Mr. Eccles had never seen it nor heard of it until I got back to Ogden some weeks later. And on a return trip of Mr. Holcumb and Mr. Adams, Eccles and I met their party at Salt Lake City and Mr. Eccles signed the contract in behalf of the Oregon Lumber Company and that was about the first time he had really known of it. This was about the biggest contract that had ever been undertaken by anybody in Utah up to that time, as it involved something over One Million Dollars and it seemed almost too big and too good to be true. But it went through all right.

[edit] Living in Oregon

In 1890 and 1891 we built the Sumpter Valley Railroad up to McEwan's station about twenty-five miles from Baker City. Aunt Julia came out to North Powder and lived during the summers of 1890 and 1891 but returned to Bear Lake each winter. She did not like Oregon and Aunt Ellen did not care to move to Oregon, so I told Aunt Beck that if she would move out there and remain five years, take care of the boys who would be working in the mill, that I would then build her a home in Salt Lake. She remained there ten years instead of five and it was really the best ten years for our young boys growing up, where they could have some little work to do and where she was always there to look after them. I was away from home in those days four-fifths of the time, as my little red books will conclusively prove.

We soon had a branch of the Church organized at Baker City and a Sunday School established so that we were connected with Church activities almost from the beginning. Altogether it was a rather happy life there. In 1890 President Woodruff issued his manifesto prohibiting any further plural marriages. Up to this time there had been the People's party which was really the Mormon party in politics in Utah, and the Liberty party, or Gentile party. But after the Manifesto the people were advised to join the national parties. Naturally enough I joined the Republican party, much to the disgust of Moses Thatcher and many other leaders of the Democratic party in Cache County. Although I was not in Cache County very much, yet when I was there it would seem quite enough to stir up considerable of a fuss in politics and the fight grew so bitter, so intense that I really felt relieved and gratified when I moved from Logan to Oregon with most of the family, to get out of the brawl and strife and bitterness of spirit that was manifested at home. It was really a relief to go off among strangers and leave our friends and neighbors, brothers and sisters of former years, for among strangers we could at least have peace and quietness.

Our company business prospered from the first. Mr. Eccles was one of the best managers that could be found in the west. He looked after every detail of the business, working at it himself almost day and night. The Oregon Lumber Company made money; the Sumpter Valley Railroad Company made money. Almost everything we touched there turned into money and it was not long before my interest in the company, which I had increased all I could, came to be worth considerable money. A little later the railroad was extended to the town of Sumpter and later still extended on to Prairie City in Grant County, Oregon. I did most of the outside work for the Lumber Company and the Railroad, and Mr. Eccles looked after all the detail work of both companies most faithfully.

While we lived at Baker City the children, one and all, made numerous trips out and back to Baker and on to Portland and sometimes down on the coast to Astoria. These trips were always delightful to me, to have a number of our little ones along. Besides annual transportation for myself, I had in those years an annual pass for Mrs. Nibley and family and it surely was used to the limit. On one trip when we were all going out to Oregon, I recall that there were thirteen on the pass. The conductor, a big fat fellow by the name of Kelsey, had never had such a number in one family on any one pass and he would come in and stand and count the whole crowd to see, as he stated whether any of them had got away.

On about the first trip that I took Rea and Juie to Portland, when they were something like seven or eight years of age, while I was busy attending to matters around town, I instructed them to stay in the hotel and not go out for fear they would be lost. They spent most of their time riding up and down in the elevator with the elevator boy. The boy finally asked them, "Are you sisters?" Rea said, "Yes." "Which is the older?" Rea said, "I am." "How much older?" "Six months." "And you are sister?" "Yes." And then the boy just laughed. Those were surely happy days for me as they were for the children. Indeed they kept on going on trips with me from then even up to this present time (1918) some twenty-five years of it. Most of them have been to Europe and to the Sandwich Islands and pretty much all over the country, time and time again. No man living ever had more pleasure and solid comfort in taking with him troops of little ones and big ones from first to last. In the year 1898 the Ogden Sugar Factory and the La Grande Sugar Factory were built. The Eccles interests, as they grew to be called, taking the larger part of both companies. In 1901 the Logan Sugar factory was built by the same interests. For nearly thirteen years I had been following Mr. Eccles and keeping up with him pretty well in all work, but he seemed to be of steel and I was not so strong and finally broke down and had a severe spell of nervous prostration. I spent several months at home in Logan recuperating from my illness. I remember one day as Aunt Ellen had me out for a ride, we drove out on the road toward Wellsville and just across the Blacksmith's Fork bridge and stopping there I said to her, "Mamma, if I live, there will be a sugar factory built right there." Surely enough in a little over a year a sugar factory was built on that very spot.

In a general way Mr. Eccles and I got along very well for a good number of years. However I had to put up with some things which I will not take time to write here, which called for my keen resentment, but I usually smothered my wrath and let him have his own way. However, there comes a time always when the worm that is trampled on, will turn and our first real split came about in this way. George Stoddard had built a sawmill in Sumpter Valley and was doing very well in a business way. However, the mill burned down and George desired to rebuild at Baker City. One day as Mr. Eccles and I were sitting together in the office of the company at Baker City he said to me, "George wants to build his mill here in Baker and wants us to haul his logs over the road from Sumpter Valley. What do you think about it?" "Well," I said, "George has had hard luck and he is a mighty good fellow and I think we ought to try and favor him." Mr. Eccles replied by saying that he was glad to favor George but he thought George ought to sell us about one-third of the stock in his company. I said, "That is a very bright idea and if you can put it through it will be all right." It was just a while after that conversation that I was taken sick and was away from the business several months. I never heard a word from Mr. Eccles about any stock in George's company. But one day I asked George himseld, "Does Mr. Eccles own anything in your company?" He said, "I should say he does; he owns thirty-four per cent of it." The next time I had a chance to talk to Mr. Eccles in the company office I quietly asked him in an innocent sort of a way, "Dave, whatever became of that matter about us getting some stock in George's company?" He said, "Oh, dammit, I took that for myself." I said, "You did? I thought you told me that you were going to make him let us have some stock in his company." In a very peremptory way Mr. Eccles simply shut me up by saying, "I told you I took that for myself." I thought, "Then old fellow the next time I get a chance to put any deal over I will take it for myself." It was scarcely two months after that in September, 1902, that the Grande Ronde Lumber Company people wanted to sell out their entire plant. By this time several branches of the Church had been organized in Grande Ronde Valley as well as the one at Baker City and a stake of Zion had been organized with F. S. Bramwell as president and myself and Leonard Jordan as counselors. What with the sugar factory work at La Grande and the stake duties and missionary activities that I had to engage in, naturally caused me to spend a good share of my time at La Grande. So I negotiated with the Grande Ronde Lumber Company people for the purchase of their entire plant and while a very large sum of money was involved, at least very large for me at that time, yet I was able to borrow between $250,000.00 and $300,000.00, most of it borrowed from Zion's Savings Bank and Trust Company at Salt Lake City, to purchase the entire plant of the Grande Ronde Lumber Company. It was a good buy, George Stoddard took quite a block of the stock, F. S. Murphy took a considerable amount when I helped him to borrow the money at Zion's Savings Bank, and I also helped George to get his money at the same bank, and nearly all of the balance of the stock I kept myself, except a little that I let Judge Dee and George Romney, W. W. Riter and President Smith have. Not a word did I ever say to Eccles about it. Pretty soon it leaked out that the Grande Ronde Lumber Company had changed hands and Mr. Eccles asked me if I had bought it. I merely told him I had bout some of the stock for myself. But I never offered him any and he never got any from me. This created a division between us which he could not, of course, very well stand for. So at the next election of the Oregon Lumber Company he voted me off the board and from the secretaryship also. I had been a director and secretary from the date the company was organized until that time. He wanted me to remain with the Sumpter Valley Railroad but I refused to do it and we then and there parted company, although we grew to be friendly enough years after, but we were never quite the same after that one transaction.

[edit] Salt Lake City, Europe, Checkers and Golf

In the summer of 1902 I purchased the home that we now live in in Salt Lake City, for $12,500.00. We rented it for one year and in 1903 Aunt Beck moved into her home, which has been our home ever since. She went to Baker in 1893 and moved to Salt Lake City in 1903, exactly ten years. I built a very nice little summer home at Perry which we all more or less enjoyed up to the time I was called to the office of Presiding Bishop in 1907.

In 1897 Aunt Beck and I made a trip to Europe. We were gone between two and three months. Our son, Charlie, had been in the Southern States on a mission for about two years and I had him transferred to labor for six months in the European Mission and he accompanied us on our trip from Washington to Philadelphia and on to Liverpool. We visited England and Scotland, Belgium and France. I am almost ashamed to record how inexpensive that trip was. I got passes to New York and return and we had missionary rates on the sea, which was $45.00 each from Philadelphia to Liverpool and back from Southampton to New York. We went over on the Belgium land and returned on the fast steamer, St. Louis. From the time we left Baker City I had spent less than $1,000.00.

In 1904, I made another trip to Europe, taking Aunt Julia and Rea and Juie. We were gone from home about three months and had a very pleasant trip. We visited England, Scotland, France, Belgium and Germany. We did not have to be so sparing on cash as I was compelled to be on the former trip. Merrill and Preston were laboring as missionaries in Germany while we were on this trip and they traveled around with us most of the time we were abroad. In 1906 I was out of debt and had a nice little bank account. I invited President Smith and his wife, Aunt Edna to go on a trip to Europe. Aunt Beck and I, with Nan and Alice and President Smith and wife composed the party. We had a very enjoyable time and visited the conferences of the Church in the British Isles and in Germany, Holland, Belguim and France. We were absent on that trip about three months. Our son, Alex, was on his second mission to Holland at that time and during our visit there was made president of the Holland Mission. He traveled with us most of the time while we were in Europe. I had filled two missions myself and each of my seven grown sons had filled a mission, indeed Alex had filled two. So that our missionary labors in point of time amounted to seventeen years. Since then Carlyle has spent a year and a half as a missionary in the Sandwich Islands and Nathan is at the present time (1918) on a mission in the Southern States, so that we can, as a family, figure on a little better than twenty years of missionary service.

On these long ocean trips the chief diversion that President Smith and I had was in playing checkers together. He is a first-class checker player and could beat me three times out of four, but once in a while when I would play a careful and cautious game, I could wallop him pretty severely. If he had beaten me two or three times in succession and I would make a wrong move and instantly draw the checker back he would say nothing about it, but if on the other hand I should happen to have beaten him and then make a move to draw any checker back that I could see had been wrongly moved, he would yell out, "No you don't, you leave it right there."

It has been something of a blessing to both of us, I think, that during the last two or three years we have gotten acquainted in a small way at least, with the ancient and royal Scottish game of golf. I was sixty-six years old before I had ever seen a game of golf played. Indeed during my long and somewhat busy life up to that time it had been work, work all the time and no time for play. But three years ago when I was, as I say, sixty-six years old, I started to play golf and got the President to join about that time. We both became members of the Country Club at Salt Lake City and also members of the Brentwood Country Club at Santa Monica, California, at which latter place we have enjoyed many happy days together on the golf field, although our game was usually not of the best. Still the President has made the nine holes in forty-five as I remember, and I have done the same, although on the whole, I believe I could beat him at golf more often than I could beat him at checkers. Now that the President's health has been impaired so that he cannot play at present, I have had to rely on Joseph and Margaret and Edna and Florence and Juie.

Once when we were out on the golf links at Brentwood, Santa Monica, an amusing incident occurred. It is well known by all golfers that if you take your eye off the ball it is all up with you so far as making a good stroke goes, whether it be a long stroke or a short one. On this occasion the President had but a short distance to drive his ball to the flag--say one hundred feet. A slight stroke would have accomplished it easily but he did what so many others have done thousands of times, looked up and topped the ball, so that it moved not more than two feet. He came at it with the second trial and without knowing it, looked up again and it rolled just a few feet further. The third time he came up and hit it a whack that sent it away beyond the flag one hundred feet. His son, Wesley, who was playing with us, said rather loudly, "Why Papa, what did you hit it like that for? You knew it would go way down in the ditch. What did you do that for?" The President, marching up toward it answered, with force, "I was mad at it."

I believe firmly that in consequence of the many trips I have been the means of getting President Smith to go on, although I would not have it understood that I paid the expenses of those trips, for the truth of the matter is that I paid his expenses only on the one trip to Europe in 1906, that in consequence of these many outings and different trips here and there, together with the golf game, it has been the means, I believe, of benefiting him and myself also, and lengthening out our days in more of health and ability to work than we could possibly have done without them.

In most of my business ventures I was prospered exceedingly, although I got in bad in the San Vicente Lumber Company but in time I may be able to get my money back.

[edit] Being Called as Presiding Bishop

Early in the month of December, 1907, President Smith sent for me to come to the President's Office. He said to me, "Charlie, the Church of Jesus Christ of Latter-day Saints needs a Presiding Bishop and you have been chosen for that place." Of course, it was a great surprise to me. I had never dreamed of acting in that office. But I was glad, and even anxious to do anything I could to assist President Smith in his administration of the Church affairs. And I told him so. He took me in his arms and kissed me and wept tears of joy as he hugged me and blessed me, as he only can do. He stated that it would be proper to continue Brother Miller as counselor and that he would make him first counselor and that he would like his son, David A., to be the second counselor in the Bishopric. I answered that that arrangement would be entirely agreeable with me as I wished his choice to be my choice. So on the 11th day of December, 1907, we were requested to go to the Temple and meet the Presidency and Apostles and be ordained and set apart to the offices that we had been chosen to fill. President Smith ordained me and set me apart to fill the office of Presiding Bishop in the following words:

"Ordination and setting apart of Charles W. Nibley as Presiding Bishop of the Church of Jesus Christ of Latter-day Saints under the hands of Presidents Smith, Winder and Lund and Apostles Francis M. Lyman, John Henry Smith, Heber J. Grant, Rudger Clawson, Hyrum M. Smith, David O. McKay and Patriarch, in the Salt Lake Temple, December 11, 1907. President Joseph F. Smith officiating as follows:

"'Brother Charles W. Nibley: In the name of the Lord Jesus Christ and by authority of the Holy Priesthood vested in us, we lay our hands upon your head and ordain you a Bishop in the Church of Jesus Christ of Latter-day Saints, and confer and seal upon you all the keys and powers, rights and privileges pertaining to the office of Presiding Bishop in the Church, and to preside over the Lesser Priesthood of the Church. And we set you apart to be the Presiding Bishop of the Church of Jesus Christ of Latter-day Saints, to take charge in connection with your counselors of all the temporal affairs of the Church, under the advice and counsel and blessing of the First Presidency. And we pray thee, O God our Father, to give this thy servant the spirit of counsel, wisdom and judgment, and power of mind and spirit to perform all the duties pertaining to this calling. And we pray thee to strengthen his body, and to give him physical strength and power to endure, to bear up under responsibilities that shall come upon him. To this end we bless you dear Brother Nibley, and ask God to bless you and qualify you for this great work that we assign to you, and to which you are called by the voice of the Spirit of God as well as by the voice of your brethren. We dedicate thy servant unto thee, O God, and ask thee to bestow upon him the keys of presidency of the Aaronic Priesthood and Bishopric of they Church, and ask thee to help him to magnify and honor it; and we ask thee to bless him in his body, that he may live long to do much good in the earth, to be in union with thy servants, the First Presidency and Apostles, and give satisfaction to all of thy people. And wilt thou enable him to see aright and understand aright in the discharge of all of his duties. Dear Brother Nibley, we set you apart to this office and calling, and ask God to fully qualify you for the responsibility we now place upon you, and we do it in the name of Jesus Christ our Redeemer, and by virtue of the holy priesthood vested in us, even so, Amen.'

GEO F. GIBBS, Secy." Salt Lake City, Utah, December 27, 1907.

To whom it may concern:

We, the undersigned, Presidency of the Church of Jesus Christ of Latter-day Saints, do hereby certify that on the 11th day of December, A. D. 1907, Charles W. Nibley was duly chosen and appointed Presiding Bishop of the Church of Jesus Christ of Latter-day Saints, and that the said Charles W. Nibley was on the same day ordained and set apart by Joseph F. Smith, in conformity with the rites, regulations and discipline of said Church of Jesus Christ of Latter-day Saints.

In testimony whereof, we hereunto subscribe our names at Salt Lake City, Utah, this 27th day of December, A. D. 1907.

(Signed) Joseph F. Smith, John R. Winder, Anthon H. Lund, Presidency of the Church of Jesus Christ of Latter- day Saints.


For a year or two prior to, and including 1907, I had been on quite intimate terms with President Winder and I knew that he thought very highly of me. i suspected always that he had suggested my name for the office I had been called to fill and it was not until a year or two later while President Winder was still alive, however, at a function that was held in the palatial home of A. W. McCune, that I found out that President Winder was not responsible for my being called to that office. There was a large gathering at the McCune home, all of the Presidency and most of the Twelve and many other prominent members of the Church were there. Elder Orson F. Whitney had been called on to offer the invocation and in his prayer he prayed for President Smith as Prophet, Seer and Revelator, etc. A little later in the evening President Smith was called on for some remarks and he stated that to be called President of the Church was all the official tile that he cared for, not that he did not hold the office of Prophet, Seer and Revelator, as well as President of the Church. He did hold those offices by the right of his calling and ordination and through the providences of the Lord he had been brought to the office, but had never sought it. He said he believed he lived, truly he tried to live, so that the Lord could reveal Himself to him, so that he would have the spirit of prophecy and that he would be able to fill the office of a Seer. All these gifts were his because of the position that he held. But he rather deprecated the idea of using these titles which were sacred, too loosely and on each and every occasion. But he said, "More than once or twice in my life I have heard the voice which has given revelation to me, and never in my life did I hear it more plainly or clearly than when this man (pointing to me as I was sitting near his feet) was called to be Bishop of the Church."

It would be difficult to tell what my feelings were when he uttered these words, and goodness knows that I don't speak of it boastingly, but in a spirit of entire unworthiness and in all humility, but I think it proper that it be set down in these reminiscences as it will likely be prized by my children and my children's children for generations to come, as I certainly must prize it myself.

From the time that I went into the Bishop's Office up until the present, I have labored as diligently and faithfully as I possibly could. The work has been arduous and even hard and yet it has been a pleasure all the while, and I have had joy and satisfaction in the labor. I have gone in company with President Smith on four different trips to the Sandwich Islands and also on one trip in 1910, the second trip that I went with him to Europe. Aunt Julia, Edna and Margaret went along and we traveled much over the same route that we had formerly gone. We visited in addition to England and Scotland, Belgium, France, Germany, Holland, Denmark, Sweden and Norway. We held conferences in nearly all of these countries. On this trip President Smith was troubled with sciatica rheumatism very badly and it marred the pleasure of the company to a very considerable extent. We have also been together on four different trips to the Sandwich Islands and back. The first trip in 1908, when I took Aunt Ellen and Nan and Alice. Later Aunt Beck and Aunt Julia have been over on different trips and Edna and Margaret and Florence. The last trip being with the girls in May, 1917, when Carlyle was over there on a mission. Surely it was a great favor and blessing to me to be thus privileged to associate with one whom I so dearly loved and who was always so companionable with me.

[As evidence of the friendship that existed between these two men, perhaps this is the place to insert this beautiful letter written by President Smith to father on February 5, 1916.]

Bishop Charles W. Nibley, City.

My beloved Brother and Most Respected Bishop:

I welcome your 67th birthday anniversary with the fullness and richness of its accompanying gifts and blessings from above and all round, with all my heart and soul. How glad I would be if I could simply add just one blessing more--just one joy or holy pleasure to all of those you already possess, by God's kind providence in your behalf.

You are already assured that there is nothing in this world, in my opinion, too good for you, and that the lightest grief or smallest hurt or wrong would be most unwelcome and unkind and undeserved.

God bless my friend and brother. May each of the many anniversaries to come be better and happier than the last. May every noble desire and ambition of your soul be not only pure and good--but readily attained. May the highest wisdom and the clearest foresight always guide you in your individual pursuits, and in your public duties and business. May the record of your Bishopric be spotless and the glory of your Stewardship excel that of all who have gone before. May your name go down the coming ages in most honorable and loving remembrance, and your posterity minister forever in righteousness before the Living God.

May the honor and glory of Divine Priesthood and authority never depart from your house nor forsake your posterity.

Oh God bless the Presiding Bishop of Thy Church, and his associates, and secure unto them the heartfelt love and confidence of Thy people, and make them a mighty power in Thine hand for good. With abiding love and confidence, I am,

Your brother,

JOSEPH F. SMITH.

[edit] Work as the Presiding Bishop

On nearly every trip President Smith has taken in visiting the stakes, in visiting the missions and a three weeks' trip down through Arizona and the Southern States, a trip through all the settlements south to St. George and return and different trips north into Cache Valley and Idaho stakes, on nearly every one of them he has asked me to accompany him, so that through all these years I have traveled with him perhaps more than any other man in the Church.

I recall that in 1906 when we were returning from Europe, (it was just a year or so after the Smoot investigation which had caused such a disturbance in the Church and out of it) one bright moonlight night the sea was smooth and we were enjoying the ocean breeze, standing by the railing, President Smith and I alone, chatting about one thing or the other, I ventured to suggest to him that it would be a wise and prudent thing for Senator Smoot to stay at home. I approached the subject as cautiously and as adroitly as I knew how to do, and presented my facts and arguments and logic in just as smooth a manner as possible. I could see he was listening but with some impatience. Finally, bringing his fist down on the railing between us he stated in these emphatic terms: "If I have ever had the inspiration o the spirit of the Lord given to me forcefully and clearly it has been on this one point concerning Reed Smoot, and that is, instead of his being retired, he should be continued in the United States Senate." Now it seemed to me that all the arguments, all the facts, all the logic were on my side, but when he announced what had been manifested to him by the spirit of the Lord with such positiveness, I withdrew my opposition and from that hour to this (1918) I have loyally and faithfully supported Senator Smoot. The sequel proves how gloriously the inspiration of the Almighty was vindicated as compared with my reason and logic and facts, as I supposed. Everywhere and with one accord the men who do big things in this nation when they have been passing through Salt Lake City and called on the Presidency, have almost without exception, praised in the highest terms, the work of Senator Smoot, and urged upon President Smith and others that he be continued in the work that he was so splendidly performing.

In the eleven years that I have been in the Bishop's Office a great many material improvements have been effected. Eleven years ago all of the Church employees were paid mostly in tithing scrip. I immediately took up a labor with the Presidency and got them to pay cash and to call in all the outstanding scrip. The Church continued to maintain what was called the Church butcher shop on the tithing block and it was with great difficulty and a considerable amount of persuasion that I induced President Smith to discontinue the butcher shop and go out of that business.

In the way of improvements, the most noted is the new Church Office Building, which has cost upwards of One Million Dollars. The temple in Canada is nearing completion; there has been spent on it up to date something over $500,000.00. The Hawaiian Temple has cost over $100,000.00. The Vermont Building, the Bishop's Building, the Utah Hotel and the opening and paving of Social Hall Alley, together with the buildings there, including the new apartment house are all in the list of improvements made during the last ten years.

The Church has never been so prospered, either in a material way or spiritual way as it is now. The spiritual side has not been overlooked by any means and there is a greater growth in spiritual improvements and a better understanding of doctrines and principles among the saints and a better observance of the rules and regulations of the Church today than there ever has been since the Church was organized.

In July, 1918, Bishop Miller, the first counselor in the Presiding Bishopric died. He was a good soul and was as willing and obedient as any man could possibly be.

President Smith asked me to select a counselor to fill the vacancy and I selected Brother John Wells who had worked in the Bishop's Office for twenty-eight years. Bishop David A. Smith was made first counselor and Brother Wells second counselor.

The most profitable deal in a money way was in the purchase of the stock of the Amalgamated Sugar Company and the Utah-Idaho Sugar Company. I estimate that the Church cleaned up a large amount of means in this transaction, running up to several million dollars.

In this same sugar deal I, personally, was greatly benefited. I tried to induce President Smith to take more of the stock and still more but he naturally shrinks from debt. The balance I took for myself, except what I let go to a few friends and others who were willing to pay cash, which assisted me in making the first payments. Never in the history of the west, I think, has such a large deal been turned and out of which so much money has been made by everybody concerned. All who became interested in it made money out of it. I cannot say that it was through my ability or acumen or better judgment that this great beneficial investment was turned over to us. It was really through the blessing of the Lord. In fact, I have said hundreds of times that it was simply shoveled into my lap. Therefore, let the Lord be praised for His goodness and mercy in so many, many ways.

[edit] Conclusion

When I look back over my past life and recall that from my childhood, we had lived in extreme poverty and now see what the Lord has brought me to, in the way of affluence and wealth and in honor, position, power, all the world covets, I can only say in the deepest sincerity, "What hath God wrought?"

With our increase of means has grown increase of expenditure, until today I am paying out to my families, children and grandchildren, something like $50,000.00 a year, and this does not include my tithing. Where it all comes from and where it all goes is more than I can tell. I don't think we are very much happier and certainly not much better by having it all. It is a great responsibility and I would like to discharge the trust in a way that the Lord would approve of. I don't care for the censure of others but I am anxious for the approval of the Lord. I sometimes look back over my life and say, "What is there in it all that I really deserve credit for?" and I come to the conclusion that the only thing that stands out more prominently than all others as deserving of commendation is my large and splendid family. To be a successful polygamist is no easy job, but requires constant watchfulness and some ability to manage, that everyone is not blessed with. The Lord has certainly blessed me in this great matter beyond all others, and I can find no fit expression of my gratitude in words, but often think of it in silence and in tears, for what words are there?

Finished at Ellison Apartments, Santa Monica, California, October 27, 1918.

[edit] A Typical Workday

The following is a sample of my average day's work:

Thursday, November 7th, 1918--Out of bed at 7:30. After washing and dressing, secret prayers, then breakfast, with a glance over the morning paper, the great news being the fact that the Senate and House of Representatives will be controlled for the next two years by the Republican Party.

From 9 to 9:15 at the barber shop being shaved. At the office, 9:20, the first business is in going over the mail and any telegrams. Here is a telegram from George Sanders:

Nov. 6, 1918.

"C. W. Nibley, Presiding Bishop, L. D. S. Church, Salt Lake City, Utah.

A Fox motion picture called Rainbow Trail is being exhibited here which is nauseating and disgusting assault on Mormonism and is intended as an exemplification of the horrors and wickedness that are associated with Mormonism and the practice of polygamy. The principal role is played by William Farnum which insures it a wide exhibition and the cast is mostly personations of murderers and outlaws with toughs and criminals representing the polygamist, and a lot of terrified women living in agonized fear of the laws of the Church. The thing is an insult to our Mormon people and a reflection on the good name of Utah. Some steps should be taken to stop use of such a picture as representing Mormon life in Utah.

GEORGE SANDERS."

At 9:35 meeting with Mr. J. P. Casey and Edward E. Jenkins, managers of the Herald Republican, also Preston Nibley, which lasted forty minutes. I outlined to them what I thought should be the policy of the Herald from this on, and in showing up the fact that the Tribune is controlled by W. W. Armstrong and A. N. McKay, and as Armstrong represents one-half of the stock and as he is an avowed candidate for election to the United States Senate to succeed Senator Smoot, if he can, that the Herald should commence to show that the Tribune is a Democratic paper and that we should commence to work up a Republican organization right from today, get the names of all voters properly tabulated and listed in precincts and counties and get the Republican voters to subscribe for the Herald Republican rather than the Democratic Tribune. There was much more of the same kind of talk and we separated with the understanding that my views would be carried out.

Senator William H. King came in at 10:40 to pay his respects and talked a little about politics. He remained ten or fifteen minutes and I told him as he was going, that the good name and character of teh Church was largely in his keeping in the high position of Senator of the United States, and that he should work with Reed just as closely as it was possible for him to do. He said he had always done so and he said, "You know Reed told you that we were getting along first class."

Wrote the following letter to President S. E. Woolley:

"Dear Brother:

"I enclose my check for $100.00 in payment of the amount advanced to Carlyle before he left the Islands, of which I was not apprised until some time later.

"Ralph was here yesterday and explained to the Bishops and the Presidency (although President Smith is confined to his room and is not as well as he has been) the nature of the transaction in the purchase of the Koolau Company property.

"The brethren feel that from Ralph's showing it ought to be a good thing and now that the expense of building the temple is practically finished, what with the revenue that can be produced from Laie and your new purchase as well, that you ought to be able to pay it off at the rate of $100,000.00 a year or more.

"In regard to furnishing you the $125,000.00 which Ralph explained is now past due at the bank there, will say that it is utterly impossible for us to get it here at the present time. Our banks are very hard run for money and the Church has never been for a good while back as low in cash funds. I wired you accordingly asking that you try and get an extension until after the first of the year. Our tithing is in by the 12th of January and we will be able, I think, without any doubt, to take care of the $125,000.00 for the greater part of 1919, hoping that you may be able to secure enough revenue from the two companies to pay it back to the Church by the end of 1919.

"I suggested to Ralph that if it were possible to secure a loan for the balance, something over $300,000.00 at not to exceed 6 per cent interest, that it would be best for you to do it and carry that debt there. It would be preferable to have the notes read 'on or before five years' with an assurance given them that there would not be anything paid on them until the latter part of 1920. But if they insist on cutting it up in three or four different notes, each payable commencing 1920 down to 1924, that would be all right. However, that is all a matter of detail which your good judgment and Ralph's help will work out all right.

"President Smith is not at all well. Still we hope and pray that he may rally and gather himself again. Presidents Lund and Penrose, as Ralph will explain to you, entirely agree with us in the above outline.

"Praying the Lord to bless you in your labors, we remain,

Your brethren in the Gospel,

The Presiding Bishopric. By C. W. Nibley."

Then after that I also wrote the following to President Edward J. Wood.

"Dear Brother:

"In reply to your letter of October 24th, we took the matter of the purchase of grazing land which you mention, up with the Presidency, although President Smith was not able to be present, and the brethren think that you would make the purchase as suggested in your letter. According to the figures you gave us it will involve an expense of $9,600.00, which is payable in installments in five years. You do not say what rate of interest these installments bear but we assume it not be more than 6 per cent.

"This will be your authority, therefore, to make the purchase and the payments from funds which you have there and report same to this office.

"Wishing you every success, we remain,

Your brethren in the Gospel,

The Presiding Bishopric. by C. W. Nibley."

"P.S. President Smith's health is not at all good."

Passed on lot of routine office business, letters too numerous to mention, but the current office business which comes in every day.

Just learned that President Smith is not so well today.

11.15 a. m. The whistles are blowing and a general jubilation ensues all over the city in consequence of the report that the Germans had accepted and signed the armistice as dictated by Marshall Foch.

11.20 a. m. Went over to the sugar office, should be there by appointment every day at 11 o'clock and usually spend the time there until 12 or 12:30, going over with Merrill, Bud Whitney and others, the prominent items of the business which are brought to my attention. However, it would be impossible for me to attend to the details of the business. Merrill sees to all that in a very satisfactory way, and he also sees to drawing the pay for doing it.

As I was coming from the Sugar Company I called in to see John Q. Cannon, editor of the Deseret News and find that the minind amendment over which there has been so much contention, is still in doubt as to whether it is passed or rejected.

Back to the office at 12:10. Go over some matters with Bishops Smith and Wells in regard to the work that is going on at the Social Hall Avenue and in regard to some changes that have to be made in the Deseret News building for the convenience of some of the Deseret News employees.

Attention called to an error in a deed for right-of-way which Brother Wells is to see George Albert Smith about.

Brother Thody who has done us excellent service in the X-Ray Department of the hospital, wishes a loan from the Church. Decided that inasmuch as he has plenty of property which he could mortgage and secure the money he desires, that the Church is not in a position to let him have it.

12:30. Home to lunch.

Back at the office at 2:20; found W. H. Wattis waiting for me and was closeted with him for forty minutes, going over the political situation and trying to get him to join me in an effort to get the Republicans of the state all properly listed in their precincts and districts and all labored with and urged to support the Republican Party and the Republican organ, the Salt Lake Herald, the Tribune now being a Democratic paper. I outlined to Wattis just how I thought this could be accomplished, but it would take some money to do it and I proposed that he and I should not exceed $20,000.00 each for the next two years' work. That, of course, we would get other Republicans to assist us if we could, but in any event it must be taken hold of and put through in good shape in connection with securing subscriptions for the Herald. Wattis was undecided in the matter but agreed to think it over and let me know in a week or so.

At 3 o'clock, meeting with the Presidency of the Daughters of the Pioneers, Sisters Hayward, Horne, Dougall and Card. They took considerable time telling their grievance, which had to be listened to patiently, which was in regard to the location for the relics of the Daughters of the Pioneers in the new Museum Building on the Temple Block. After hearing all they had to say and after Bishop David A. Smith and Brother Goddard had explained their side of the case, we decided to take the matter under advisement, confer with the Presidency in respect to it and let them know by letter what the decision was to be.

Bishops Smith and Wells presented a scheme for advertising the premises on Social Hall Avenue which was to be built up in front of the Social Hall, our renters there desiring very much to have the benefit of this advertising. I opposed the proposition and sat down on it sufficiently to have it stopped.

At 3:30 meeting of the Directors of Zion's Savings Bank and Trust Company, which lasted 35 minutes.

After the meeting had a talk with Heber in regard to the importance and great necessity of bending our every energy to sending Reed Smoot back to the Senate in 1920. Heber promised that he would do everything in his power to support Reed.

At 4:30 F. S. Richards was here about some deeds for Church meeting house properties in Eastern States, which deeds should be signed by President Smith, and as he is confined to his bed, we decided to wait for a day or two to see if the President gets able to sign them.

Wrote a long letter to Senator Smoot going over the political situation and telling him what I had proposed to do in respect to the policy that the Herald should pursue from now until next election and of the work that I had in mind to be done to get the Republican Party in active working order so that there may be no slip up at the election of 1920.

Also wrote him in regard to my note which he had returned for $80,000.00 which had been held at Irving National Bank, New York, and acknowledged the receipt of his check for $16,428.70 in payment of the amount he owed me on the transaction.

At 5 o'clock attended Priesthood Committee meeting in the Bishop's Building, which committee has charge of preparing the outlines of courses of study for the quorums of the priesthood. This meeting consumed one hour and ten minutes.

Home to supper at 6:15. After supper read the evening news. A visit from some members of the family and after our regular evening prayers, was in bed by 9:45.

[edit] Further Reminiscences

June, 1921

It is nearly three years since I finished writing the foregoing reminiscences. Since then what wonderful changes have occurred. In less than a month from that time (Oct. 27, 1918), my dearest and best of friends, my most lovable and most precious brother, President Joseph F. Smith, passed from this sphere to his reward in the life beyond. This brought the greatest sorrow into my life, for to me he was my ideal. If I could only be assured that I would be worthy to associate with him in the hereafter I would be happy indeed.

The week before President Smith died he had the great pleasure of knowing that the World War was at an end and that the armistice had been signed. I know that this brought infinite joy to his great heart.

I think about the saddest thing in his life while I knew him, was the death of his beloved son, Hyrum H. Hyrum had grown marvelously in his calling, and as a preacher of the Gospel, he was excelled by none, save his father only. Almost every prominent man in the Church looked to Hyrum to become its leader, when in January, 1918, about nine months before the death of President Smith, Hyrum was called to the life beyond the grave. It was one of the greatest shocks and sorrows that came into our lives.

What a world of changes and sorrows can occur in such a short time. In about six months after Hyrum's death, his wife, Ida died, leaving a new born babe.

In our own family we have not been without grief and sorrow. The flu which had raged during the fall of 1918 and the early part of 1919, took from us our most precious grand-daughter, Ollie Jean. She had been married to Wesley Howell about a year and a half, when the flu which was so deadly in its effects on strong men and pregnant women, took our Ollie Jean from us. It was sad indeed. In about a year from then, our sweet little darling, Josephine, (Nan's oldest child) seven years of age, most lovable, most precious, was stricken with uremic poison. This was another heavy sorrow.

In business matters there seems to have been such a general collapse after the World War that scarcely a business in the United States, or for that matter in the world, but what has been seriously affected thereby. The sugar business, in which I am so heavily interested, has, perhaps more than almost any other business, suffered most. The lumber business has been hit hard enough, but sugar is much worse.

A year ago now (June, 1921) sugar was selling at $25.00 to $27.00 a bag. We had been forced into a contract with the farmers to pay $12.00 a ton for beets and, of course, it looked like it would be very easy for us to pay that price, although I opposed it just as strongly as I could and demanded a price to be fixed on a sliding scale with the price of sugar, up or down. But I was overruled and the $12.00 price was guaranteed. Now when we have most of the sugar from the crop of beets still on hand in June, 1921, and sugar can only slowly be turned into cash at $5.00 per bag, it is easy to see in what straits for money, the industry must at this time be.

The Lever Act had been enacted by Congress to protect the people against extreme high prices, but the government had never attempted to regulate the price of cane sugar, which was pouring in from all parts of the world--from Japan, from China, from Java, from everywhere in consequence of the high price in our market, and also the added advantage of the difference in exchange, which was in some cases more than 100%. The government I say had allowed all this sugar to come in without let or hindrance. But the Wilson Administration was active in trying to keep the price of beet sugar at about ten cents per pound, when it was allowing cane sugar from every part of the world to be sold in our market freely at from twenty to twenty-five cents a pound. When our company, the Utah-Idaho Sugar Company, had stood this about as long as it could, it announced it would sell the remainder of its product at the market rates, the same as it had always done for thirty years. For this action our officers and directors were indicted by the United States Grand Jury and we were put to endless trouble and expense and held up to ridicule and scorn for simply doing that which practically everybody else in the sugar business was doing, namely, selling at the market price. The Lever Act itself was in the course of a few months, declared unconstitutional by the Supreme Court of the United States.

To Meet the payments for sugar last fall, we had to borrow over twelve million dollars. The price of sugar has kept on declining until it seems that we will be unable to meet our obligations and goodness only know what will become of it.

[edit] The Last Ten Years

Father's narrative ends here. He lived ten years and five months after this date, but did not find time in his busy and eventful life to continue this autobiography. His children often urged him to do so, and it was his desire to continue the work, but the depression in his business affairs and the death of his beloved wife, Rebecca, brought such sorrow into his life that the effort of recording his thoughts and experiences, was perhaps too much for him.

From 1921, when this autobiography ends, to 1925, father continued his labors in the Bishopric. He loved the work, and its accomplishment was a pleasure to him. Whatever duty was put upon him he always faithfully fulfilled. In addition to his church work, he also had his own large interests to look after, and he intimately concerned himself in the affairs of every member of his family, down to the last grandchild. Each one knew that whatever happened on his birthday, the postman would bring a letter from grandfather containing a check and a note of appreciation, encouragement and love.

With his advancing years, father more and more felt the need of rest and recuperation, so that in both summer and winter, he made frequent trips with members of his family to California. The environment of Santa Monica seemed to exactly suit his needs. His chief diversion while there was the game of golf. This he followed as assiduously as he did his work at home. Each morning, within a few minutes of nine o'clock, would find him on the Brentwood Golf Couse, and in tramping around, following the game, driving, putting, and in trying to keep a winning score, he found all the enjoyment that it is possible for a lover of golf to have. We can all recall how disappointed he was when a rainy day came on, and he would be kept indoors. Occasionally he would go out to the course with his rubbers and raincoat on, and play through a storm. He was there for enjoyment and he was going to have it.

After the golf game one could nearly always tell at first glance whether he had beaten President Grant or the boys, or whether they had won from him. He did dislike to be defeated in a golf game. When the score was close he would put his very utmost efforts into each stroke and putt, as though his whole life depended on it, and if he came out only one point ahead, his personality would light up with enjoyment. This was all so characteristic of him. He did so strive to win all along through life, at every game, and in every way. Always he would exert himself to his utmost to make his efforts count so that there would be none better.

It was probably the joy that he got out of this game, and the exercise it gave him that prolonged his life a number of years. He did not take up golf until he was past sixty-five. Prior to that, it had been all work with him and he had never known how to play until his advanced years. But his heart was so gratified about what golf had done for him that he took extreme pleasure in January, 1922, in presenting Nibley Park to Salt Lake City, to be dedicated forever to this game, so that people of small means could find equal enjoyment with those who belonged to the exclusive country clubs.

The City Commission passed the following Resolution:

WHEREAS, for the purpose of making a public gift to Salt Lake City, a Municipal Corporation of the State of Utah, and for the maintaining of a public golf course and recreation ground in connection therewith, the Honorable Charles W. Nibley of Salt Lake City has donated and conveyed unto Salt Lake Cit the following real estate situate in Salt Lake County, State of Utah, * * * *

BE IT RESOLVED that the gratitude of the people of Salt Lake City is hereby expressed to the said donor for his handsome and enduring gift, and

BE IT FURTHER RESOLVED that in order to fittingly and properly hold in public remembrance the name of said donor and that he may be remembered by future generations for his splendid patriotism, generosity and public spirit, that the said grounds thus conveyed to Salt Lake City shall, at all times hereafter, be known as: NIBLEY PARK, and,

BE IT FURTHER RESOLVED that Salt Lake City hereby pledges itself to suitably keep and maintain said property for said use and purpose and agrees that it will not exact any charge or admission fee for the use or enjoyment thereof by the public except a mere nominal green fee or charge and that said park shall be maintained and held open to the public for the said uses and purposes during all seasons of the year.

Passed by the Board of Commissioners of Salt Lake City, Utah, this 9th day of January, A. D. 1922.

C. CLARENCE NESLEN, Mayor. (Seal) W. A. LEATHAM, City Recorder.

Although trained in his youth to habits of thrift and economy, which he never outgrew, his nobler impulses were not subdued by them. There was never a time in his life when his greatest joy was not found in giving. He knew the usefulness of money and also its uselessness, and he will be remembered for his liberality and his generosity by generations yet to come.

In recognition of his gift of Nibley Park to the City, the Rotary Club of Salt Lake tendered him a life membership.

Always the outstanding event of the year for father and his family was the annual celebration of his birthday on February 5th. His children and grandchildren gathered from far and near for this occasion. He was proud of his large family and gratified by the love the members had for each other, so that these reunions were a great joy to him, and to all of us. The jovial spirit, the jokes, the take-offs and the original "poems" could never be adequately described nor appreciated by one who was not there and by those who were, they can never be forgotten. Before each party was over, father would not fail to express his thanks to the Lord for having so abundantly blessed both himself and his family; to admonish his children to lead lives of righteousness, and to bear to them his testimony to the truthfulness of the gospel.

Father's evenings were usually spent in reading, either from one of his old favorites, the Bible, Shakespeare, Burns or Carlyle or from some recognized work of history or biography. Children, grandchildren and friends often dropped in to visit with him, to discuss topics of the day, or listen to him expound the principles of religion, or to hear him read parts from Burns or Shakespeare, explaining and dramatizing as he went along, to the great delight of his listeners.

He had a keen interest in everybody and everything and his superb sense of humor gave zest and sparkle to all that he said. he always had a good story to subtly drive home a lesson, to illustrate a point, or to relieve a tense situation. He spoke the language of children as well as of those of mature years, and they were drawn to him by his extreme tenderness and understanding and each one knew that he was loved with a special loyal devotion.

Father took great care to see that he was always well groomed. He paid special attention to his dress. Few of us can remember when his hair was not gray. For many years it was white, and he was particular about the position of every hair, to his last day. He despised pomp and ostentation, but required the best of everything in quality and workmanship. He never seemed to grow old, but kept his interest alive and keen in what was going on. The following lines he loved to repeat:

"Age is quality of mind; If your dreams you've left behind, If hope is cold; If you no longer look ahead, If your ambitions' fires are dead-- Then you are old.

But if from life you take the best, And if in life you keep the zest, If love you hold; No matter how the years go by No matter how the birthdays fly-- You are not old."

Father continued his labors in the Bishopric until after the death of President Charles W. Penrose, May 16, 1925. This left a vacancy in the First Presidency of the Church which father was called to fill. On May 28th, President Heber J. Grant set him apart for this office with the following blessing:

"Brother Charles W. Nibley, we, the servants of the living God, in the authority of the holy Priesthood which we hold, and in the name of Jesus Christ, our Savior, our Lord and Redeemer, lay our hands upon your head, and we bless you and set you apart to be the Second Counselor in the Presidency of the Church of Jesus Christ of Latter-day Saints and one of the First Presidency--the Council that presides over the Church of Christ and directs all its affairs, both temporal and spiritual.

"And we bless you, dear brother, for your integrity and devotion to the work of the Lord, for your splendid and remarkable missionary experiences as a young man, your labors in the mission field with President Joseph F. Smith and others. We bless you for your liberality in using your means that God has bestowed upon you in building up the various Stakes of Zion and the Wards where you have resided, contributing to the erection of school-houses and meeting-houses, and doing those things of a financial nature that are pleasing and acceptable to the Lord, and for being an honest, conscientious tithe-payer. We bless you, dear brother, for observing all the requirements of the Gospel of Jesus Christ, for entering into plural marriage when it was taught; for the splendid family that you have raised; for your desire and devotion that your sons should go forth and proclaim the Gospel; for making the Gospel first in your thoughts, and for your desires and labors for the spread of the same at home and abroad.

"We bless you at this time with every gift and grace and qualification, with increased wisdom and intelligence, and with mercy and discretion, to fully enable you to discharge, in connection with the President and your fellow counselor, the duties that devolve upon you in this high and important calling that has come to you. We feel in our hearts that President Joseph F. Smith is delighted with your choice as one of the Presidency of the Church--a man whom we all admired and dearly loved because of his untiring devotion, his loyalty to the Church, and his justice and equity to his family, and we are pleased to feel that this call that has come to you meets with his approval.

"We bless you, dear brother, with every gift, with every inspiration, and all the wisdom and intelligence and strength of body and of mind necessary for you to faithfully discharge the duties and obligations of this important calling. And we pray especially that you may have joy and happiness and peace and comfort in your association with the other members of the Presidency.

"These blessing, together with every other desire of your heart in righteousness, we, as the servants of the living God, not in our own name or authority, but in the name of Jesus Christ and in the authority of the Priesthood of God which we hold, bestow upon you, even so, Amen."

Father's labors in the First Presidency were no doubt very pleasant. This high attainment was surely the crowning achievement of his life, considering the fact that he had arrived in Salt Lake Cit, seventy-six years before, a bare-foot boy, poor and unknown. Now he had become one of the three men called to lead and direct the Church, which his parents had joined in far off Scotland, in their humility and obscurity, many years before. James and Jean Nibley, left their native land, sacrificed and endured for the Gospel's sake, laid their all upon the altar of their chosen religion--yet see what a reward they had in him, and what a gift they presented to their Church.

Father's religion was always very real and practical. He believed it, and conformed his life to its principles. His labors in the Church and his gifts to it were all the expression of his profound gratitude that he had been permitted to participate in its up-building and advancement. That it would succeed in the accomplishment of all its purposes was the hope and the conviction of his life.

Another important characteristic of father was his sincere and ardent desire, his ceaseless and untiring effort, his valiant and noble struggle, to get forward in the world, to build himself up, financially, spiritually, educationally, and in every way, to make himself a man among men. His autobiography is a record of continual steady progress, growth and advancement, with not a single step backward, anywhere, throughout his entire eighty-three years. Always he moved forward, onward and upward, gaining a little here and there, making himself more secure, and carrying along with him his large and numerous family. It was the work, it is the record, of a great man.

Eager for education, and denied the opportunity to attend school in his youth, he sought learning from books, from friends, from travel and from every source that was available, until he became truly an educated man: broad and liberal in his judgments, wise in his counsel and decisions, capable and just in the management of his affairs, tender and loving to members of his family, loyal to his friends and universally sympathetic and understanding.

Yet it was in his latter years that father's metal was most severely tested. On July 2, 1928, death claimed his beloved and faithful wife, Rebecca, who had been his companion for more than fifty-seven years. It was only through his faith and supreme effort of will that he rallied from this crushing blow and went resolutely on.

In December of this year, 1928, in company with President A. W. Ivins, he visited Washington, D. C., and New York City, in the interest of the Church.

As the business depression which began with the crash of the stock market in October 1929, advanced, father's business worries became more burdensome and distracting. In his desire to benefit those near to him he had endorsed notes for some members of his family and friends, which, as stocks dropped lower and lower were insufficiently secured and payment was demanded by the banks. In 1930, through an arrangement worked out by his son-in-law, Roy Bullen, part of the holdings of the Nibley Company was sold to New York friends (see note 3). With the funds derived from this sale, father was able to free himself from all debts and in addition, besides providing a life's income for himself and his wives, to give each of his seventeen children stocks of very material value.

Another shock and sorrow that father sustained at this time was the death of Roy Bullen (Nan's husband). He suffered a heart attack and passed away very suddenly, November 30, 1930.

Throughout his business reverses and personal sorrows not one word of murmur or complaint was ever heard from his lips. In spite of disappointments or contradictions he pressed on toward his goal, willing to leave the results in the hands of God. In fact many persons have remarked that the most forceful sermons of his career were preached during the last few years of his life. in October, 1931, less than two months before his death, at the invitation of President Franklin S. Harris, father spoke before the students' assembly at the Brigham Young University, at Provo, Utah, and gave an appreciation of the works of Shakespeare which would have done credit to any scholar.

In addition to his work as second counselor to the President of the Church, father continued to be active in many business enterprises. He was chairman of the executive committee of the Utah-Idaho Sugar Company, President of the Standard Investors Inc. (comprising all of the Nibley holdings) and a valued director of the following business institutions: Zion's Cooperative Mercantile Institution, Utah State National Bank, Zion's Savings Bank & Trust Company, Utah Power & Light Company, Western Pacific Railroad Company, Hotel Utah, Utah Lime and Stone Company, Mountain States Telephone & Telegraph Company, and Beneficial Life Insurance Co.

On the 22nd day of November, 1931, father contracted a cold, which aggravated a bladder ailment of long standing. He was confined to his room for two weeks, when he was compelled by weakness to take to his bed. Members of his family were in constant attendance during every moment of his illness. During the night of December 10th, pneumonia developed. On the following day, December 11th, at one o'clock in the afternoon, his spirit slipped gently away.

[edit] Funeral Services

Immediately following father's death at the Hotel Utah his body was removed to the home of his daughter, Rebecca Nibley Whitney, where it lay until Sunday, December 13th, when funeral services were held at 11:00 a. m. in the Salt Lake Tabernacle.

President Heber J. Grant presided. The Tabernacle Choir under the direction of A. C. Lund, sang the hymns, with Edward P. Kimball at the organ. The pallbearers were members of the council of the twelve apostles. Thousands of friends filled the great building.

[edit] Text of funeral services of President Charles W. Nibley.

The Tabernacle choir sang the hymn, "An Angel from on High."

[edit] Opening Prayer by President Rudger Clawson

"Father in Heaven, we, the immediate family, relatives, associates and friends, are here assembled this morning to pay a tribute of respect and love to Charles W. Nibley, they servant who has passed on. After a long life of usefulness to his fellow men and devotion to thy cause, he has laid down his body in peace, while his pure spirit has entered the paradise of God and will there mingle with members of his family who preceded him, and the prophets and saints of God, until the morning of the first resurrection.

"Finally, as a reward for his integrity and faith and good works, we feel assured, our Father, he, with his loved ones and those who are sanctified, will rise to exaltation and glory in Thy celestial kingdom.

"In taking his departure from this life Thy servant, O Lord, was full of years and ready to go, yet we this day mourn his death, for he was a man we loved. We shall greatly miss him--miss him in our councils, miss him in our meetings of worship, miss him in our social and business gatherings.

"And now, our Father in Heaven, we invoke a special blessing upon the family of Thy servant, who are left behind. May they be comforted of Thee. May they be strengthened in their faith, and may the ever-recurring contemplation of the life and character of their worthy husband and father, be a source of never-ending joy and satisfaction to them, all of which we humbly ask of Thee in the name of Thy Beloved Son, the Lord Jesus Christ, Amen."

The choir sang the hymn, "Thou Dost Not Week to Weep Alone."

[edit] President Anthony W. Ivins

"This large assembly of people, composed, as it is of members of his family, friends and business associates, bears evidence of the esteem in which Charles W. Nibley was held by those with whom he came in contact.

"I have been associated with him during the past five years as a fellow worker and close companion. We have sat together in council, have discussed and assisted in the adjustment of many grave problems. He has opened his heart to me, and I mine to him, in a most confidential manner. I believe that I possibly knew and understood him as well as any other man.

"When the life story of Charles W. Nibley shall be written as it should be, it will reveal one of those rare characters, seldom found in men, in which the mind of man may be so well balanced that he can successfully understand and participate in the material things of life, and still retain profound faith in God, and the necessity of observing the ethics and morals of a truly religious and Christian life.

"Without the support or influence of others he rose from poverty to affluence; saw a great fortune which, through his own effort and industry had been accumulated, swept away through circumstances over which he had no control; and through it all, he remained the same serene, hopeful, trusted man that he had ever been. His devotion to his ideals, both in civil and religious life, was unquestioned. Merciful to the wrong-doer, he stood steadfastly in support of righteousness in personal conduct. He loved his family with profound devotion, and was true to his friends. Like Abraham of old, he decreed that when his mortal life should be finished, his remains be laid beside the wife of his youth, for whom the most tender love and devotion was always expressed.

"First and above all, he was a Christian gentleman. His testimony that Christ our Lord was the Son of God, our Father, and the Redeemer of mankind from the penalty of death which had been decreed on mortality, never faltered.

"He passed peacefully away, with an unshaken faith that he would meet his Redeemer, be with Him, and with those he loved who had gone before, and who are to follow after, in a happier and better world. I shall always remember my association with him as a God-given privilege, and hope and expect to meet him when my work shall have been finished, and I shall pass through the same change, from mortality to immortality, to which he has been subject.

"May his memory be cherished, and the blessings of the Lord be with his family throughout all time, is my humble prayer. I appreciate the opportunity of offering this tribute to one whom I love, to one whom I trusted, and one for whose association I am sincerely thankful.

"That the blessing of the Lord will be with his family, with his friends, and with all of us who are present, for we all stand face to face with this change from mortality to immortality, which we call death; that we may meet it with the same resolution and the same faith with which he met it, is my humble prayer, Amen."

[edit] President Heber J. Grant

"I shall read a few of the many telegrams of sympathy that have been received.

"From William R. Sloan, president of the Northwestern States mission of the Church:

"'A great leader and much beloved worker has gone. Missionaries and Saints in the Northwestern States mission join Sister Sloan and myself in sincere sympathy to the family and you, our dear leader, in his passing away.'

"From Elias S. Woodruff, president of the Western States mission of the Church:

"'President Herrick and associates join Sister Woodruff and myself in expressing fervent sympathy to you and President Ivins and the quorum in the great loss you and the Church have sustained in the passing of President Nibley.'

"From Senator Reed Smoot:

"'Convey my sympathy to President Nibley's family. In his death the Church has lost a forceful leader, the family a remarkable father, the state a loyal citizen, you and I a staunch friend.'

"From Daniel C. Green, former vice-president and general manager of the Utah Power and Light company:

"'Deepest regret on hearing of the death of Bishop Nibley. A great loss to a personal friend but a greater loss to the State of Utah and the 'Mormon' Church.'

"From T. M. Schumacher, chairman of the board of directors of the Western Pacific railroad:

"'With profound regret I read in morning's press of death of my dear old friend, Bishop Nibley. A great loss to the Church, the community and the Western Pacific railroad. My sincere sympathy to his family and to you. Mr. James joins me in this message.'

"From Charles Curtis, vice-president of the United States:

"Sister, Mr. Gann and I extend our deepest sympathy in this your sad hour. We know what a great loss you have sustained.'

"The telegram that I have just read was sent to Mrs. Alice Nibley Smoot.

"From Herbert S. Aurbach (now in Washington, D. C.):

"'My deepest sympathy to you in your great bereavement.'

"Nearly all of the telegrams which I am about to read were sent to Brother Joseph Nibley.

"From Henry H. Rolapp:

"'Unfortunately just learned of President Nibley's death and burial Sunday. Would much like to be at funeral, but cannot make it. We were friends for more than fifty years. He was a wonderful man, enthusiastic in Church duty, and wise in all business. Please express my sorrow and sympathy to entire family.'

"From President John A. Widtsoe, of teh European mission of the Church:

"'We are grateful for President Nibley's exemplary life sincere devotion and intelligent service in the cause of truth. He was humble and loyal, wise and courageous, a lovable man and trusted leader. Greatness marked him. Please convey to the family my deepest sympathy.'

"From F. W. Robinson, vice-president in charge of traffic of Union Pacific Railway System:

"'Greatly grieved to learn of passing of Counselor Nibley. My deepest sympathy to you and his associates in this your hour of sorrow.'

"'From Heber M. Wells, first governor of the state of Utah:

"'Inexpressibly shocked to read in New York Tribune today of death of President Nibley whose physical fitness I had come to believe defied fitness I had come to believe defied his advancing years. Accept my earnest condolences on loss of so great and good and loyal a counselor, in which my family joins.'

"From Louis S. Cates, former vice-president and general manager of the Utah Copper company:

"'Have just learned of the untimely passing of your father. My family hasten to extend our heart-felt sympathy in your sorrow.'

"From Mr. J. P. O'Brien, vice-president and general manager of the Oregon Railway and Navigation company, part of the Union Pacific system:

"'Mrs. O'Brien joins in expressing our sincere sympathy in the passing of your father. With forty years acquaintance I have considered him one of my best friends.'

"From the stake presidency and high council of Franklin stake of Zion:

"'We desire to express to you and your associates our sorrow in the passing of President Nibley. Will you kindly extend to the family our sincere sympathy.'

"There are many more telegrams here, but we will not occupy the time by reading them."

[edit] Elder Arthur Winter

"I appreciate in full the honor conferred upon me by being permitted to speak at the funeral of President Charles W. Nibley, but never in my life have I felt so unequal to an occasion as I do this morning. I sincerely trust that the Spirit of the Lord may guide me in what I shall say.

"I have no prepared eulogy. He needs none. His life tells its own story. It contains a valuable lesson for all of us, and especially for the young people of Israel. Here was a man who rose from obscurity to the highest council in the Church. He was a man prominent in the business world, as well as being prominent in the Church which he loved so much.

"He was able to mingle with the great ones of the earth. He was their peer. They respected him, and he commanded their admiration. He was a successful man in every sense of the word, but he never lost his touch with the people--shall I say with the common people? He was not only a friend to men and women of prominence, but he was a friend to the ordinary man and woman. He was my friend. He was a friend to the employees in the office of the First Presidency. They all have a profound admiration for him, and they keenly regret his departure. He came in contact daily with us, and always had a cheery word of greeting, a congenial smile, a handshake, and a good word for every one--a word of encouragement, of kindness, of consideration.

"He was one of the most companionable men I have ever met. It has been my privilege to be acquainted with the presidencies of the Church for the past fifty years, and I think President Nibley was one of the most democratic men of prominence that I have ever been acquainted with. He has honored me with his friendship. He has sat down with me many and many a time, and engaged in conversation of the most intimate character. We have plumbed the depths of each other's heart. We have understood the feelings of our souls. I have learned in these conversations, which were of the most delightful and sacred character, to know the man, to understand his ideals and his ambitions.

"He had been successful in business matters, in financial affairs he stood in the front rank; but these were not the paramount impulses of his life. Dearer to his heart than any thing else--than riches, than fame, than pomp and power--dearer to his heart than all these was his love for the Church of Jesus Christ of Latter-day Saints, and for the work of the Lord which he had espoused in his youth.

"I have heard him tell, more than once, of the struggles and hardships of his father and mother, of the poverty which they suffered, of the faith which they exhibited. With tears streaming down his face he has related these things to me, and expressed the gratitude in his heart that his father and mother accepted the truth, brought him into the Church, and made it possible for him to enjoy the blessings that he experienced in his long life of usefulness.

"And he was not selfish in these matters. He had a keen desire that these blessings should be extended to all people. I never saw a man more eager and more desirous of having missionaries sent to the nations of the earth, to proclaim the truth, than he was. He was always seeking ways and means for missionaries to be sent out, and he was the first to appreciate the sacrifice that this involved--the sacrifice, not only upon the part of the missionaries, but upon the part of the parents who had to provide the means for this purpose. His heart was full of blessings for those who were engaged in this service.

"Not only was he interested in those who went out on regular missions, but he was one of the most interested in introducing and instituting the short-term mission policy of the Church. He wanted all men to have the privilege of receiving the truth which he enjoyed to the full.

"He loved the gospel of the Lord Jesus Christ. He knew that God lives, that Jesus is the Christ, and that God lives, and that Joseph Smith was a prophet of God. His faith in these things was unbounded and unshaken; and when reverses came to him, in a financial sense, after enjoying wealth and affluence, it never for one moment shook his faith in the work of the Lord.

"I am deeply honored that I had his friendship and his confidence, and I shall ever treasure the many good things that he said to me. He was a gentleman in the true sense of the word, considerate of all people, without one tinge of snobbishness or anything akin to it. He loved all men, and he was anxious to share the blessings of the gospel with all men.

"I feel a real sense of obligation to him for what he has done for me. His life has touched my life, which has been made the richer for it.

"God bless his memory; the Lord bless his family, and all that pertaineth to him. May they ever remember the faith that he had, which he placed above all other things, I humbly pray, in the name of Jesus Christ, Amen."

[edit] President Heber J. Grant

"Before starting to pay my tribute of respect to my dear departed associate, I am going to read from a vision given to the Prophet Joseph Smith and Sidney Rigdon, known as section 76 of the Doctrine and Covenants; and before reading it I wish to say that there was absolutely no doubt in the mind of Charles W. Nibley that Joseph Smith and Sidney Rigdon had this vision, and that everything contained in this section found a perfect faith in his very being.

"'And this is the gospel, the glad tidings, which the voice out of the heavens bore record unto us--

"'That he came into the world, even Jesus, to be crucified for the world, and to bear the sins of the world, and to sanctify the world, and to cleanse it from all unrighteousness;

"'That through him all might be saved whom the Father had put into his power and made by him.'

"'Who glorifies the Father, and saves all the works of his hands, except those sons of perdition who deny the Son after the Father has revealed him.'

"And they are very few indeed. The gospel of Jesus Christ as believed in by Charles W. Nibley, reaches out to those who have died without hearing it, and we perform temple ordinances for them. It reaches out to all mankind, and eventually all shall be saved, except only those who have had an individual knowledge of Jesus Christ and then denied him.

"Joseph Smith and Sidney Rigdon were engaged in translating the Scriptures, by commandment of the Lord, at the time this vision was given.

"'And while we meditated upon these things, the Lord touched the eyes of our understandings and they were opened, and the glory of the Lord shone round about.

"'And we beheld the glory of the Son, on the right had of the Father, and received of His fullness;

"'And saw the holy angels, and them who are sanctified before His throne, worshiping God, and the Lamb, who worship Him forever and ever.

"'And now, after the many testimonies which have been given of Him, this is the testimony, last of all, which we give of Him: That He lives!

"'For we saw Him, even on the right hand of God; and we heard the voice bearing record that He is the Only Begotten of the Father--

"'That by Him, and through Him, and of Him, the worlds are and were created, and the inhabitants thereof are begotten sons and daughters of God.'

"'And again we bear record--for we saw and heard, and this is the testimony of the Gospel of Christ concerning them who shall come forth in the resurrection of the just--'

"And there is no Latter-day Saint who doubts for one minute that Charles W. Nibley will come forth in the first resurrection, the resurrection of the just.

"'They are they who received the testimony of Jesus, and believed on His name and were baptized after the manner of His burial, being buried in the water in His name, and this according to the commandment which He has given--

"'That by keeping the commandments they might be washed and cleansed from all their sins, and receive the Holy Spirit by the laying on of the hands of Him who is ordained and sealed unto this power;

"'And who overcome by faith, and are sealed by the Holy Spirit of promise, which the Father sheds forth upon all those who are just and true.

"'They are they who are the Church of the Firstborn.

"'They are they into whose hands the Father has given all things--

"'They are they who are priests and kings, who have received of his fullness, and of his glory!

"'And are priests of the Most High, after the order of Melchizedek, which was after the order of Enoch, which was after the order of the Only Begotten Son.

"'Wherefore, as it is written, they are gods, even the sons of God--

"'Wherefore, all things are theirs whether life or death, or things present, or things to come, all are theirs, and they are Christ's, and Christ is God's.

"'And they shall overcome all things.

"'Wherefore, let no man glory in man, but rather let him glory in God, Who shall subdue all enemies under His feet.'

"'These are they whose names are written in Heaven, where God and Christ are the judge of all.

"'These are they who are just men made perfect through Jesus the mediator of the new covenant, who wrought out this perfect atonement through the shedding of His own blood.

"'These are they whose bodies are celestial, whose glory is that of the sun, even the glory of God, the highest of all, whose glory the sun of the firmament is written of as being typical.'

"Every word that I have read to you found perfect lodgment in the heart of Charles W. Nibley. His first love was the Gospel of Jesus Christ. He had a perfect and absolute knowledge of the divinity of the work in which he was engaged.

"I wish to pay a tribute to Brother Nibley for his remarkable and wonderful generosity. As I remember it, he contributed twenty thousand dollars towards the erection of Nibley Hall in Logan, and contributed four or five thousand dollars toward the erection of the meeting house in LeGrande, Oregon. He purchased at a cost of four or five thousand dollars the land on which to erect a meeting house in Santa Monica, California. We were talking at the time of building a temple in Los Angeles, and a site for that purpose was considered. But it was finally thought unwise at that time to build a temple there. We discussed the fact that it would be necessary for the people in California to raise fifty thousand dollars should we build a temple as at first contemplated. Brother Nibley said, 'Put me down for five thousand.'

"The day on which he celebrated the fiftieth anniversary of his wedding, he called at my office and handed me five hundred thousand dollars of stock in the Utah-Idaho Sugar company, which at that time was selling at nine dollars a share and paying dividend of nine per cent. He expressed the profound gratitude of his heart for the blessings of God to him and his loved ones and said, 'I cannot manifest my gratitude to the Lord for all that He has done for me--and above all for the Gospel--and for my family, better than to make this gift to the Church.'

"We are all aware of the fact that he purchased a park and golf links and presented it to the City of Salt Lake. He and I were playing golf on these links one day, and he said, 'Heber, I would like the city to own this park, these golf links, so that poor people, at a nominal price, could have the enjoyment that we are having. What would you take for this park in a year from now? If things go well with me I would like to buy it from the Church and give it to the city.'

"'I said: 'Bishop, I believe it is worth about one hundred and twenty-five thousand dollars. (We had about decided to cut it up and sell it in lots.) But if you will give it to the city I will take your note today payable in one year from today, without interest, for one hundred thousand dollars.'

"He said: 'The deal is closed.'

"The note was given and it was paid the day it became due.

"There are always people, you know, who envy any man who makes a success of the battle of life, and I have heard it whispered that he manipulated things in such a way that he got the credit and the Church turned it over. The Church received one hundred thousand dollars in cash for it.

"I give him credit that our Church office building is such a magnificent structure. At first it was the general feeling of President Smith and a majority of the brethren that we ought to construct that building the same as we had built the Hotel Utah, namely of brick and terra cotta, that that was good enough. The President said, 'I am not in favor of spending so much of the Church's money.' A committee was appointed of which I was the chairman. Before attending that committee meeting my mind was made up firmly in favor of brick and terra cotta. But when we met--four of the Apostles and the Presiding Bishopric--Brother Nibley was so enthusiastic and so determined that the office building should be a monument worthy of our city and Church, that the committee came in with a unanimous report to President Smith, suggesting that the building be built of granite.

"The president stated that he felt that granite would require too much money, but as the committee was a unit and the Apostles favored accepting the committee's report, he said, 'I will waive my objections.'

"He afterwards said as he looked at the building and admired it one day--I saw him observing it from the opposite side of the street as he was coming to our meeting in the Temple--he said in that meeting:'I am very glad that I was overruled, and that we have for the Church offices such a wonderful building.'

"The Hotel Utah, with its furnishings and the ground on which it stands, cost over two million five hundred thousand dollars. I do not believe there is another city in the United States, or in any country, with a population of less than one hundred thousand people (which was our population at the time the Utah Hotel was erected) that has built such a monument as that building, and President Nibley was one of the leading spirits in bringing about the executive committee, as I remember it, and one of the liberal contributors to the undertaking.

"It is a remarkable thing to read these telegrams from New York, California, Oregon and other places expressing the love and good will of people for this dear, beloved man. I do not believe he has an enemy in the world. As has been stated by Brother Winter, he was capable of making friends of all those with whom he came in contact. He was genial, he was happy, he was contented. One of his friends said to me the other day, Mr. E. O. Howard, that he admired the wonderful courage of the man in having his fortune practically swept away, and yet no one ever heard a murmer on his part, or heard him utter a word of complaint about it.

"He certainly could have credit for being entitled to the tribute paid in the poem by Kipling, a man who could see his all swept away and still go on building it up; that such a man was in very deed a man, and that is what Brother Nibley was.

"Of course I know nothing of the intimate associations of Presidents Taylor, Woodruff Snow and Smith, in the Presidency of the Church, but I do not believe that any three men ever spent six and one-half years more congenially and with greater harmony than have President Ivins and Nibley and myself during our occupancy of the Presidency of the Church.

"I enjoyed very much indeed, as the president of the European mission, my association with President Smith and Bishop Nibley and their wives when they came over there to visit that mission and travel in Europe, and I enjoyed Brother Nibley's talks. I want to say that there are two men whom I never heard speak in my life without feeding me the bread of life, whose words rang more true, who had a greater capacity and ability for expressing their ideas that were so pleasing to me, and those two men were Charles W. Nibley and Charles W. Penrose. It is remarkable to me to know the very splendid capacity that they had for expressing their ideas and the wonderful testimonies that they had when speaking to the people.

"One of the most successful companies, in fact the most successful company, in which I have ever invested money, which paid me the largest dividends, was the Oregon Lumber company, managed and controlled practically by David Eccles and Charles W. Nibley. The dividends that were paid to the stockholders were simply wonderful. They built the Sumpter Valley railroad up into the lumber camps and sold bonds to pay for it. Subsequently that stock sold for as high as one hundred and fifty dollars a share, or three hundred per cent profit on the original investment.

"I mention these remarkable things accomplished by Brother Nibley, but as has been said here by my associates, the principal thing in the battle of his life was the Gospel of Jesus Christ and his love for it, and his absolute faithfulness to it.

"One of the most severe tests, I maintain, in this Church, is for a man when he makes thousands and tens of thousands and even hundreds of thousands of dollars, to live up to the law of tithing in the Church. No more honest, conscientious tithe-payer, I believe, in this Church, ever lived than Charles W. Nibley. When he was called to be the Presiding Bishop of the Church his tithing was more than double the Church allowed him as compensation for his services, and he was perfectly willing to sacrifice his interests in which he was so successful in Oregon and come here and give his time and attention and the best that was in him for the magnifying of the important office that had come to him.

"It is only right that I should say with respect to his administration as Presiding Bishop of the Church that he had a deep and abiding love for the poor. He never hesitated on any occasion to make an appropriation for the poor. He had no respect, however, for the lazy, indifferent person, for the beggar, so to speak, who did not have sufficient energy to take care of himself.

"I could stand here and pay tribute to Brother Nibley by the hour. It is only fair to say that it is in accordance with his own request that we are having a brief funeral. He did not want much music, he did not want a great parade. It was his wish that not more than three Latter-day Saint hymns be sung, and I believe that it would be interesting to those not of our faith who have done honor to his memory by coming here today, to read all of the three hymns that we know were his favorites. Our closing hymn will be 'O My Father,' which was written by Eliza R. Snow and is as follows:

O my Father, thou that dwellest, In the high and glorious place, When shall I regain Thy presence, And again behold Thy face? In Thy holy habitation, Did my spirit once reside; In my first primeval childhood, Was I nurtured near Thy side!

For a wise and glorious purpose, Thou hast placed me here on earth, And withheld the recollection Of my former friends and birth, Yet ofttimes a secret something Whispered, "You're a stranger here," And I felt that I had wandered From a more exalted sphere.

I had learned to call Thee Father, Through Thy Spirit from on high; But until the key of knowledge Was restored, I knew not why. In the heavens are parents single? No; the thought makes reason stare! Truth is reason, truth eternal, Tells me I've a mother there.

When I leave this frail existence, When I lay this mortal by, Father, Mother, may I meet you In your royal courts on high? Then, at length, when I've completed All You sent me forth to do, With Your mutual approbation, Let me come and dwell with You.

"I think there is nothing finer to a Latter-day Saint than the hymn I am about to read, which was a favorite of Brother Nibley's, and I understand that he requested that it be sung at his funeral--the first hymn that was sung this afternoon. It was composed by the late Apostle Parley P. Pratt and reads as follows:

An angel from on high The long, long silence broke; Descended from the sky These gracious words he spoke: Lo, in Cumorah's lonely hill, A sacred record lies concealed.

Sealed by Moroni's hand, It has for ages lain, To wait the Lord's command, From dust to speak again. It shall again to light come forth, To usher in Christ's reign on earth.

It speaks of Joseph's seed And makes the remnant known Of nations long since dead, Who once had dwelt alone. The fulness of the gospel, too, Its pages will reveal to view.

The time is now fulfilled, The long expected day; Let earth obedience yield, And darkness flee away; Remove the seals, be wide unfurled Its light and glory to the world.

Lo, Israel filled with joy Shall now be gathered home, Their wealth and means employ To build Jerusalem; While Zion shall arise and shine And fill the earth with truth divine.

"The second hymn that was sung this afternoon, which I am about to read, was also written by Sister Eliza R. Snow. The music was written after the death of President Brigham Young by Brother George Careless, between the time of President Young's death and funeral. I think it is one of the sweetest melodies I have ever listened to:

Thou dost not weep to weep alone; The broad bereavement seems to fall Unheeded and unfelt by none; He was beloved, beloved by all.

But lo! what joy salutes our grief! Bright rainbows crown the tearful gloom, Hope, hope eternal, brings relief; Faith sounds a triumph o'er the tomb.

It soothes our sorrow, says to thee, The Lord in chastening comes to bless; God is thy God, and he will be A father to the fatherless.

'Tis well with the departed one; His heaven-lit lamp is shining bright, And when his mortal day went down, His spirit fled where reigns no night.

"May God bless and comfort those who mourn. May they follow the very wonderful example set by their departed husband and father. And I pray from the bottom of my heart that this blessing may be upon them.

"I wish to pay my tribute of respect and love to Brother Nibley. Not one word, not one act, during the entire six and a half years that we have been associated together, called for any criticism from me, and I am very happy to pay this tribute to him.

"I wish to extend the thanks of his family for the magnificent showing of flowers here today. I wish to extend the thanks of the family to the Vice-President of the United States and the wonderful friends in New York, Mr. Cates, Mr. Green, Mr. O'Brien, Mr. Robinson and others, whose telegrams I have read. It is unnecessary to particularly return thanks to the Latter-day Saints who have expressed their appreciation of his splendid labors, because that is but natural. We are, however, thankful for the splendid tributes that have been paid, and for those that were published in the Tribune the morning after his death from people not of our Church. We return our thanks to them and gratitude for this friendship.

"I overlooked another little item of which I had intended to speak, and that is that Brother Nibley during the war was one of the outstanding men in buying bonds, and one of the outstanding leaders in the sale of Liberty bonds. He was chairman of the drive for the Red Cross, and we went 'over the top.' I admire his spirit of giving people credit for that to which they were entitled. I thought it was a beautiful thing that we did in the Newhouse hotel on one occasion. We held a meeting first in the Utah hotel before the campaign, to start it going, and then we had one in the Newhouse hotel after the campaign was over and as I remember it, we had gone 'over the top' better than one hundred thousand dollars; and as he was standing there and the people present were cheering, each time they cheered for Brother Nibley he would put his hand behind Lafayette Hanchett's head, who was standing next to him, and make him bow, and he said that the man who had bowed was the one to whom the credit was due. He wanted the people to know that Mr. Hanchett had been the 'wheel-horse,' figuratively speaking, in putting over this campaign, as he, President Nibley, had been out of the city much of the time, and he did not want to take credit that belonged to other people.

"May the Lord bless and comfort those who mourn, is my humble prayer, and I ask it in the name of Jesus, our Redeemer, Amen."

The choir sang the hymn, "O My Father."

[edit] Benediction by Elder George Albert Smith

"Our Father who art in Heaven, at the conclusion of this impressive service, we thank Thee for Thy blessings. We are grateful to Thee, Lord, for the knowledge that Thou hast given unto us of eternal life. And, now, inasmuch as we are about to place in Mother Earth the body of one of Thy faithful sons, we pray that comfort may come to those who are bereft --every one. Particularly do we remember his wives, Aunt Ellen and Aunt Julia, who remain. Wilt Thou be to them a husband while they shall be here with us upon the earth. Bless each one of these children with a desire to do things that Thou wouldst have them do. When the time comes that Thou shalt cause to be opened the Book of Life, grant, O Father, that the conduct of each of the wives and children of Brother Nibley may have been found enrolled therein, every one, such that their names shall be not one missing. Let Thy peace be, in every particular, with those who remain.

"Inasmuch as it will be necessary to make a pilgrimage to the cemetery at Logan, wilt Thou, O Father, cause that Thy Spirit may accompany the cortege, that it may go safely, that the interment may be acceptable unto Thee, and that those who travel, going and coming, may do so under the influence of Thy Spirit and in safety.

"O, Father, let peace, the sweet peace that cometh alone from Thee, abide in the habitations of these Thy children who today are mourning the passing of this wonderful son of Thine who has been called home. Bless us all, Father, that we may have a desire to incorporate in our lives the virtues of him who has just gone home, that when the time comes for us to go, we may be worthy to receive at Thy hand a glorious welcome home.

"These favors, together with all other blessings that Thou seest we need at this time, we humbly ask, and we invoke Thy favor upon us, in the name of Jesus Christ, Amen."

The services at the grave in the Logan cemetery were conducted by President Rudger Clawson.

A male quartet sang the hymn, "Rest, Rest for the Weary Soul."

Rest, rest for the weary soul, Rest, rest for the aching head, Rest, rest, on the hillside rest, With the great uncounted dead.

Rest, rest for the battle's o'er, Rest, rest for the race is run, Rest, rest, where the gates are closed, With each evening's setting sun.

Peace, peace where no strife intrudes, Peace, peace where no quarrels come. Peace, peace, for the end is there, Of our wild life's busy hum.

Peace, peace, the oppressed are free, Rest, rest, oh ye weary rest; For the angels guard those well, Who sleep on their mother's breast.

Peace, peace, there is music's sound, Peace, peace, till the rising sun Of the resurrection morn Proclaims life's victory won.

=== Elder Joseph R. Sheperd, president of the Logan temple, dedicated the grave as follows:=== "Our Father Who art in Heaven, once more we call upon Thy Holy Name and invoke Thy blessing upon us, as we shall perform the last solemn rites pertaining to the burial of Thy servant, President Nibley.

"By the authority that Thou hast given us, and in the name of the Lord Jesus Christ we dedicate and consecrate this grave that has been prepared to receive the mortal tabernacle of Thy servant, President Charles W. Nibley, whom Thou hast called to Thyself. We pray Thee that there shall be no disturbing element that shall cause any desecration to this sacred spot, but may it become holy for the reception of the mortal remains of our dear brother, and in the morning of the resurrection that he shall be brought forth by Thy power and receive all the glory and blessings that have been pronounced upon him by Thy holy priesthood, and because of his faithful service while living in this probation.

"Our Father we pray Thee that Thou wilt bless the wives and the children of this our departed brother, and may Thy Spirit comfort their hearts and console them in the hour of bereavement, and witness unto them that they shall meet him again through their faithful service and by remaining true and faithful to Thee. May the testimonies that have been borne by Thy Servant and the example that he has set be a constant inspiration to his children unto the latest generation, to emulate his example and to live in harmony with the teachings that he has given for so many years.

"Now, our Heavenly Father, we pray that Thou wilt dismiss us with Thy blessings. Go with those who have a long distance to return home, and preserve their lives. May Thy Holy Spirit be in the hearts and in the homes of those who are bereaved of a husband and a father. May Thy peace and comforting power be with us all, we pray. Help us all to so live that when our time shall come to pass on, we may be entitled to associate with our loved ones and all of the great men and women who have so faithful in this dispensation. These blessings we pray for, asking Thy peace and consoling spirit to be with us, in the name of Jesus Christ. Amen."

[edit] "Bishop Nibley"

Tribute from the ROTARY CLUB BEE, by Edward P. Kimball

Judged from any standard the life of Charles W. Nibley was a success. He was born in very humble circumstances and rose by own efforts to power and affluence. He was loved first of all for his genuine worth and the nobility of his character. He lived richly and helped others to live likewise. He had faith in youth and was an inspiration to the young. Possessed of a sparkling humor his presence was a keen joy to all who were fortunate enough to share his acquaintance. A loving family man, a fervent patriot, an empire builder--in all a Christian gentleman-- "His life was gentle, and the elements So mix'd in him, that Nature might stand up And say to all the world, 'This was a man!'" Blest be his memory and peace to his ashes!

[edit] Family of Charles W. Nibley

[edit] Children of Charles W. Nibley and Rebecca Neibaur Nibley`

`Born: March 30, 1851, Salt Lake City, Utah

Ellen N. Nibley

Born: April 21, 1870, Brigham City, Utah
Died: October 4, 1871, Brigham City, Utah

Charles W. Nibley, Jr.

Born: April 7, 1872, Brigham City, Utah

Jean Nibley

Born: May 22, 1874, Logan, Utah
Died: September 14, 1874, Logan, Utah

Alexander Nibley

Born: May 7, 1876, Logan, Utah

Joseph F. Nibley

Born: March 1, 1880, Logan, Utah

James O. Nibley

Born: December 21, 1881, Logan Utah

Merrill Nibley

Born: March 21, 1885, Logan, Utah

Rebecca Nibley (Whitney)

Born: April 9, 1886, Logan, Utah

Grover Nibley

Born: June 10, 1888, Logan, Utah
Died: December 15, 1888, Logan, Utah

Alice Nibley (Smoot)

Born: April 3, 1890, Logan, Utah

[edit] Children of Charles W. Nibley and Ellen Ricks Nibley'

`Born: March 30, 1856, Farmington, Utah

Joel Nibley

Born: January 16, 1881, Logan, Utah

Preston Nibley

Born: May 26, 1884, Logan, Utah

Esther Nibley

Born: April 1, 1887, Paris, Idaho
Died: January 31, 1889, Logan, Utah

Edna Nibley (Cannon)

Born: October 15, 1890, Logan, Utah

Florence Nibley (Hatch)

Born: September 25, 1894, Franklin, Idaho

Nathan Nibley

Born: June 26, 1899, Logan, Utah

[edit] Children of Charles W. Nibley and Julia Budge Nibley`

'Born: November 11, 1861, Farmington, Utah

Julia Nibley (Howell)

Born: August 19, 1886, St. George, Utah

Annie Nibley (Bullen)

Born: October 20, 1888, Paris, Idaho

Margaret Nibley (Meldrum)

Born: March 4, 1891, Paris, Idaho

William Budge

Born: November 29, 1893, Franklin, Idaho
Died: December 17, 1895, Ogden, Utah

Carlyle

Born: August 20, 1895, Franklin, Idaho

David Jesse

Born: December 18, 1897, Logan, Utah
Died: July 2, 1898, Logan, Utah

Oliver

Born: October 21, 1900, Logan, Utah
Died: October 27, 1900, Logan, Utah

Ruth Nibley (Grant)

Born: September 28, 1905, Logan, Utah

[edit] Notes

1. From diary of C. W. Nibley, December 12, 1869: "I received in a letter from Rebecca two and one-half dollars in gold, which she had washed for. With this I am not pleased. I am glad to get the money of course, but I do not like the idea of my little wife washing for a living or to send me money. It however is thankfully received and renders needy assistance."

2. February, 1870. "Friday, February 5th was my twenty-first birthday. I purchased an album for Rebecca, cost one dollar. It is a poor present for such a goodly wife, but it was all the money I had but fifty cents, and with that I bought Shakespeare's plays."

3. The Nibley Company was organized in December, 1912, with a capital stock of $2,100.00 divided into twenty-one shares of $100.00 each, and on February 5, 1913, there was distributed to each member of the Nibley family, consisting of seventeen children, three wives and father, one share of stock to each.

In October, 1930, the Standard Investors, Inc., was organized and each member of the Nibley family exchanged stock in the Nibley Company for Standard Investors stock.

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