Warby Family History by Sarah Warby Boren

FAMILY HISTORY OF JAMES AND MARY WARBY

Written by Sarah Warby Boren

PREFACE OR INTRODUCTION
1956 — 1958

In the preparation of this story, I have made the utmost endeavor to present a true account of the lives and labors of our people. I have had no other object in view than to present the facts as I found them.

I found much valuable information in histories of our Utah people,
I have studied many hours in the Historian’s Library and have searched through the Beaver Church Records time and again. I also read the Woodruff Stake, Lyman Stake, and Manila Ward records, which proved to be of much help.

The readers of this short story will probably have in mind, many fine things which he or she will feel should have been included.

The lives of our Pioneer Parents have been most wonderful, but not half has ever been told.

TO ALL WARBY’S AND OTHERS TO WHOM THIS STORY MAY COME: GREETINGS
In the early ‘70’s our grandparents very seldom related many of their experiences, adventures, and high motives in the settlement and upbuilding of the west, in what is now called Daggett County.

Some of the incidents I remember them relating were indeed most interesting, and they were impressed upon my mind.

These Warby’s, were of humble birth, their progenitors were toilers, but their characters were Godly, and their names untarnished.

Our ancestors, in early days, neglected to write their life’s history. It has become my desire to write, and complete this record in story, and history in their honor, and to their worthy posterity who now number over three hundred.

To the writer: It has been a loving duty, in the hope that all who read this will find joy and Inspiration in reading it, and learn lessons of what constitute character.
If such be your pleasure, all I have sought to attain will have been accomplished.
Sarah E. Boren


FAMILY HISTORY AND PROGRESS OF
JAMES WARBY AND MARY BLANCH WARBY

James Warby -- son of James Warby, Senior, and Mary Wood, born at Hythe Kent, England, November 15, 1822.

His wife, Mary Blanch, a daughter of Edward Blanch, and Maria Ashdown, born October 28, 1828, Rolvenden, Kent, England.

We have no record of when grandfather James Warby left England for Australia. (Later records indicate in came in 1839 on the ship the Neptune). Grandmother came on ship Maitland 1838. When she was 9 years old, with a large group of relatives, two babies on this voyage were born, one died and was buried at sea. (Grandmother’s mother died in England before she left there) As near as our records show, they lived in New South Wales, Australia.

They were married in January, 1846, grandmother, being 19 years old, and grandfather was 25 years old. I have heard grandfather tell of walking to and from work, which was several miles. In those days there was no transportation. (In reading on you will find the ‘stork made his way quite frequently to this family).

On November 21, 1846 their first child was born, a boy, James Warby, Jr. He lived to be 10 months old and died September 29, 1847.

Thirteen months later a baby girl, Mary, was born on January 30, 1848. She lived to the age of 44 years.

On April 3, 1849, another baby girl, Philadelphia, came to bless their home. She lived to be 4 years and 3 months old.

On August 20, 1850, a baby boy was born, named John.

Their next child, a boy, was born April 5, 1852, and was named Thomas. He lived to be 14 months old, (I might relate here, their second child, Mary, the third child, Philadelphia, and fifth child, Thomas, all died in the month of July 1852, a few days apart of the same year.) It must have brought much grief and sorrow to our grandparents. It took a lot of courage to bear up under these grievances.

On March 5, 1854 another girl came to bless their home and was given the name of Sarah, and at this particular time they were packing and getting ready to leave for America. (More will be mentioned about this later on.)

In the year 1856, on March 6, a son was born, which they named William Edward, at San Bernardino, California.

May 31, 1859 a son, Samuel, was born at Beaver.
Another son, Isaac, came into the family.

The 17th of February, 1863, a pair of twins, Myria and Noah were born, Noah died the next day after birth, and Myria died three days later,

February 13, 1864, a son, Joseph, was born.

August 1, 1866, another son, James Henry was born.

February 10, 1868, another pair of twin girls, Matilda and Maria, came to their union.

February 13, 1879, another son, George, was born.

March 2, 1874, a son, Stephen, was born.

March 30, 1876, another son, James Morgan, was born, and died an infant.

This family is the unit of earthly and heavenly existence and the rearing of a noble family. The source of earth’s greatest, most joyous experience. One hears much about women’s rights and women’s sphere: Women’s rights are to stand shoulder to shoulder with her husband, in the good game of life, bearing her full share of all life’s burdens and responsibilities.

The truly happy woman is she who fills the full measure of her creation by nobly bearing and rearing a family of children, doing her part to make them good citizens for God, and country.
When through no fault of hers, if she fails to reach this highest achievement of womanly happiness, she puts in a full working day for the improvement and uplift of others there she shares recreational hours and plays the game fair.

My grandmother, Mary Blanch Warby, is one who has found and who filled completely a woman’s sphere. She has constantly climbed the road toward perfection.

One night, as grandfather was walking home from work, In Australia, he saw two men standing on the street corner talking aloud. He stopped and talked to them. They told him of their purpose being there, that they were Mormon missionaries from America, and that they were going to have a meeting that night and would like to have him come. He gladly accepted their invitation, told them he would hurry on home and he would be back to their meeting. On arriving home he told his wife about these men, and that they would go to town and hear these men explain the gospel, which they did. Grandfather, carrying the two larger children, and grandmother taking the younger ones, walked back to town and got there in time for the meeting.

In listening to these testimonies, they learned many lessons of God’s great love for man. How apt his favored children have been to walk in ways of sin, and how prone to disobey His holy law. It is a story, full of light and shade, one which it will be well for all of us to take to heart, for by so doing, our faith in God will increase, and we shall be prompted to strive the more earnestly to avoid the evils that others, by their misdeeds have brought upon themselves and their posterity.

At the close of the meeting, grandfather, being so inspired by what he heard, was ready to be baptized. Grandmother was also ready for baptism on hearing of Joseph Smith, the prophet, and Brigham Young bringing the Saints to Utah, gave them the urge to come to Zion, so they started immediately to save, and prepare to come to Utah.

Grandmother was baptized April 24, 1853, in Williams River, by Brother McCarthy.

Grandfather was baptized two months later, June 28, 1853 by Elder William Hyde. This was eight days before their first baby died. Just joining the church, and having the missionaries close to explain our gospel to them must have been a great help and comfort in helping them to bear up under the grief and sorrow of losing these three children so close together, leaving them with one little boy three years old (John). This was six and a half months before their next child was born (Sarah).

Grandfather and grandmother (James and Mary) did their washing, and packed, when their baby Sarah was a few days old. They left their home, and went to a brother’s of grandmother until they set sail for America on March 22, 1854, on the ship Julia Ann.

They sailed from Sydney, Australia, (later records show it was Newcastle) with about 70 Saints on board, under the direction of William Hyde, bound for Utah.

The company landed at San Pedro, California, June 12, 1854. Very little we know of the three months spent on the water, what they ate, how they prepared their food and so forth. I remember our grandparents telling us they would sail along for maybe a day, then the wind would change its course, and they would drift back maybe a whole day’s travel, and this would happen a number of times back and forth, until finally they reached their destination, San Pedro, California, June 12, 1854, which made it two months and twenty one days at sea.
Oh, what joy this must have been to this group of Saints to see dry land, and knowing this is “The Promised Land”, America.

Just before grandmother, Mary Blanch, left Australia, one of her dear friends gave her a card entitled “The Wish of a Friend,” she had written on the back of the card these words, “This wish also for Mrs. Warby, with kind and affectionate remembrance from Mrs. L, May your life be blessed as this card says:

THE WISH OF A FRIEND
May the blessing of thy God wait upon thee;
May the Sun of Glory shine around thy head,
and may the gates of plenty, honor, and happiness be always open to thee and thine;
may no sorrow distress thy days;
and may the pillow of peace kiss thy cheek and pleasure of imagination attend thy dreams,
and when length of years makes thee tired of earthly joys,
and the curtains of death gently close around the last scene of thy existence,
may the Angels of God attend thy bed,
and take care that the expiring lamp of life shall not receive one rude blast to
hasten its extinction;
and, finally, may the Saviour’s blood wash thee from all impurities,
and at last usher thee into a land of Everlasting Feilcity

Our grandparents settled in San Bernardino, and while there a son, William Edward, was born March 8, 1856. This being three living children at the present time.

Our grandparents came to Utah in the fall of 1856, or spring 1857. There, with three other families, were the first four families to settle in Beaver.

These men started to clear land, help to make roads to get into the canyons for timber to build their houses. They found many kinds of timber such as maple, oak, and mountain ash, which they used to make spokes for wagon wheels, also to make cradle fingers, cradle, and scythe handles. There were no machines to cut hay or grain, so scythes and cycles were used. Soon after these families settled there, more people continued to move in.

Beaver City, which comprises the greatest half of the Mormon population of Beaver County, is beautifully situated in an open well watered valley, on the north bank of Beaver River, It has a peculiar and interesting history, including fights with hostile Indians, collisions with land jumpers, ever zealous federal officials, and trespassing soldiers, as well as losses caused by devouring grasshoppers and destructive rabbits. But it survived all these difficulties and was one of the most prosperous settlements in the mountains, with a mixed population of Mormons and gentiles.

Beaver is known for its cleanliness, its pure water, healthy climate, productive soil and splendid grazing facilities.

The Beaver Ward includes in its membership several families residing in North Creek, Indian Creek and Pine Creek. Three streams rising in the mountains north east of Beaver. Beaver Ward, at this time (1870) had 284 families. The first bishop was George Mumford.
Beaver City now has a woolen mill, factory, a grist mill, a number of stores, and a great many neat brick homes. The altitude of Beaver is 6,020 feet above sea level. It is thirty-one and a half miles from Milford, the nearest railroad station.

In 1861 Henry Blackner and James Warby discovered ore in the mountains northwest of Adamsville, also lime rock. In the fall of 1861, lime was imported from Parowan to Beaver. In 1862 these four men located near where the village of Adamsville now stands, and built a furnace, and erected water power, but for lack of means, no iron was ever made there. The arrival of these men, namely James Warby, David Adams, William Baker, and Henry Blackner, resulted in the founding of Adamsville as a farming community. The four men built houses in the spring of 1857, about a mile east of the present village of Adamsville. They fenced in 12 acres of land as a beginning around which enclosure they built their houses, and raised a good crop of grain that year.

Their houses consisted of small built homes, mud roofs, hard packed dirt floors, with one window. In the evening the glow from the fireplace assisted the burning of candles to illuminate the pioneer’s homes.

A few of the pioneers brought coal oil lamps with them, and on their rough log walls they would white wash them. By this I mean they would put lime in a kettle, and pour water over it, stir it up and use a large brush to put it on the rough walls. When dry, it would be nice and white. Their furniture was home made, what little they had.

Before metal was mined in Utah, most of our pioneers used wooden utensils, churns, buckets, meat barrels, tubs, and washboards were made from red cedar. Spoons, butter paddles, bowls, and wash basins were made from wood. In most homes bed ticks were filled with straw. Each fall the old straw was exchanged for new fresh straw. Some people made bed ticks and filled them with cat tails, which made a nice soft bed.

In harvest season time, the women picked the corn, and gathered the vegetables, in localities where food was scarce families lived on smoked and salted meats, salt rising bread, and molasses. All scraps of fat were saved to make soap. Even the bones were broken and boiled to get the grease out to help in the making of soap.

Most of the clothing was made from spinning their own yarn. Grandmother, with others, would use sage brush and rabbit brush to color cloth with, and they would take oat straw, soak it in water, then braid it and make hats from it.

They would card their wool, spin, knit and sew, and various other things that mothers have to do each day. The children, as they grew up, had to do their bit in helping in and around the home, and various work on the farm. Their schooling has been in the school of experiences, or “the university of hard knocks.” When reading or writing was done in the evening, it was done mostly by firelight from the fire place. I remember hearing my grandmother, Mary Blanch Warby, say she would hurry with the morning work and take the children into the field where she would stand some grain up in shocks and lay the baby close by them out of the sun, and let the other children play around while she shocked grain.

In 1872, when the Beaver woolen mills started in operation it was surely a wonderful benefit for our pioneers. Before that they would card their wool by hand, also operate the spinning wheel to weave the cloth, but as industry progressed, the hand process gave way to the machine.
President Brigham Young, in passing through the country predicted that every acre of land fit for agricultural purposes would be taken up on Beaver Creek.

Let us now go back and give a few details connected with the founding of Adamsville,
David Adams started a new settlement called The Beaver Iron Works, May 1, 1862, with the intention of making iron, in company with James Warby, Henry Blackner and William Baker.
In the fall of 1862, James Warby, and Henry Blackner left the infant settlement for Greenville. President Brigham Young and company, arrived at the new settlement September 7, 1862, and preached to the people.

In 1863 these four families (mentioned) continued to make improvements in and about Adamsville.

In 1864, Urban V. Stewart joined the four settlers in the iron works, and assisted in making the water sect and flume, and built a water wheel.

At this time, ten acres more of land was enclosed by the brethren. In 1866, the settlers obtained a grant of water for fifty acres of land, from the county court. That was all the land that was claimed by the mentioned settlers.

In this year trouble aroused with Indians. Settlers had to move to Greenville, but returned to their homes again before winter set in.

Time went on, new settlers came in. In 1868, a meeting house was built and finished enough to hold a Christmas party in it.

Beaver Stake was organized March 12, 1869. Brother Adams was chosen bishop of Adamsville and Greenville.

Some of the settlers moved to the lower end of Beaver Valley, near the point of Indian Creek which enters into Beaver, on the north.

The bishop spoke in one of the meetings in regard to the teachers going around their district, to collect funds for the support of those who had been on the frontier, guarding against Indians.
Our pioneer people were of a nature to combine work with social good times. In the fall of the year, they would have cutting bees, corn shucking bees, etc. The evening invariably ended with a molasses candy pull.

The mothers would also meet and have spinning bees and quilting bees. Sometimes they would have a half dozen spinning wheels going at a time. These spinning and quilting bees were mostly held in the day time. Dancing was one of the chief forms of amusement. In those days, they would all meet at each other’s homes. There was always a man in the community that was their village fiddler, and as time went on they decided he must be paid for his fiddling. He was paid in such as squash, potatoes, cabbage, meat, and fur from animals. A man who had a voice that could call for the quadrille would shout out, “All Set,” that was the signal for the music to begin, and the fiddler would stir up a tune and all would dance. The caller would shout out: “Circle all, grand right and left, four ladies change, do-se-do, and a little more dough, first couple down the center, and cast of six, swing your partners and all promenade, etc.”

Next would be a step dance, then a stump speech, a waltz was then played, after dancing most all night, they would all return home and go about their usual work feeling repaid for the entertainment.

The early settlers lived a religious life. Of all pioneers, all the difficulties that happened seemed to be settled through the bishop and ward teachers.

One particular thing that happened in Beaver, was a man who killed a beef that belonged to his neighbor. The bishop went to him about it, and he said he intended to go make it right as soon as he got it taken care of (that was his answer to the bishop).

In those early pioneer days, electricity was unheard of. Light was furnished by tallow candles, which they made themselves. Washing was done by hand, and wood was hauled from the nearby canyons for fuel.

The community furnished its own recreation. There was never a dull moment, they had parties, dances and a good choir.

Mail was carried from Fillmore to Beaver by horse back. Horses were changed every twenty miles.

In their pioneer Christmas celebrations, although they were poor in material things, the true Christmas spirit was manifested, everyone willing to help and share, so little in the world’s goods, but rich in faith. A loaf of white bread, a roasted rabbits, potatoes, molasses and gingerbread made a Christmas dinner. The children were pleased with any little gift they found in their stockings on Christmas morning.

As soon as the government survey was made in Beaver, certain early settlers were permitted to make homestead entries with the understanding that land which had been selected under the above plan and farmed and occupied since 1856-1857 when this local survey was made, should be deeded to those who were entitled to it. Our grandfather (James Warby) was among others who made a homestead entry.

The Indians were all around Beaver at this time, and would steal and drive away the animals; the pioneers never knew when they or their families were safe. One morning a man found all his cattle had been driven from the corral. Often they found cattle and horses missing from the pastures as time went on, and Indians were still bad at stealing and shooting through houses.
It was decided to call all Indians around Beaver together and help feed them at the tithing office yard, and there hold sort of a “Pow Wow,” and appoint a recognized chief from among them. Most Indians agreed to this and were much better for a time. On account of bad roads, this system was worked out, to have a pole tax (which was two days labor), by each man working on the roads, to improve the roads and keep them in better condition.

Grandfather was farming on North Creek at this time, which was one of the progressive farming areas of Beaver County. He, with his four sons, now old enough to help him on and about the farm. As time went on, Grandfather James Warby, with his sons, operated a lime kiln in the mountains west of Beaver.

When the town of Beaver was established and organized, he took up a city lot there. A system was worked out for water rights, canals and ditches were made, each took their watering turn by hours. People began to dig wells for culinary purposes, each house holder soon had a fine rocked up well which served also as a refrigerator.

Grandfather planted an orchard, and had one of the best orchards in Beaver. He also had red English currants, goose berries and rhubarb. As times were bad, it was hard to make a living for a large family, or even a small one. None of his children were privileged to attend school. The schools at this time were taught in the homes, a spelling book, and a reader were all that was had, only these two books to a school. The books were passed from one to another. Slates and slate pencils were scarce. One girl had a piece of pine board, planed on both sides, which she wrote on with a piece of charcoal from the fireplace. Note books and pencils were unknown. Each child had to pay a tuition fee, and receive permission to enter school. The school year was no longer than four months.

Now, about pioneer medicine, herbs were used in early day treatment, Like other pioneer towns, there were no more heroic figures than our pioneer doctors, midwives, and nurses, They relied on homemade remedies, and the knowledge they brought with them from the old world. A few of the most commonly known herbs were catnip, elderberry, clover, burdock, arrowroot, dandelion, cayenne pepper, etc. Other remedies were caster oil, coal oil, goose oil, mutton tallow, and hog lard. The pioneers learned the value of herbs and how to administer them. With these simple remedies, coupled with their great faith in the healing power of God, they sought to combat the diseases that confronted them. Brigham Young said if you take too much medicine into your system, it is worse than too much food.

From the beginning of time, history tells us that women have presided in the chambers of birth, so that the art of mid-wifery is as old as the world, It has only been during the last century that the study and practice of surgical obstetrics has been taken over by men, so in the making of our state, the study and practice of midwifery was common.

In and about the settlement of Beaver in 1856, until 1858 no doctors had come to Beaver, so the responsibility of caring for the sick rested entirely on the midwife. Dr. Christensen and Dr. Fennemore were the first two doctors to come to Beaver, from San Bernardino, California. But these doctors did not take care of confinement cases, on account of modesty, and the opposition of the husbands. Toothache was a universal disturbance in the early days, no way to relieve the pain, and this was a nerve wracking experience. Often, the blacksmith’s shop was the place for an extraction. Several men would hold the sufferer, while the blacksmith would pull the tooth with small pinchers.

In the year 1887, the month of June, our grandparents lost a son, William Edward, at the age of 22. The causes are unknown. In the following year in August, their son, John,, cutting timber, missed his strike, and cut his foot open, which resulted in blood poisoning, and caused his death. One of his brothers, Samuel, told of how he suffered, and he sat on the bed and held him in his arms for two hours before he died. He was 38 years old.

The last several years our grandparents, James and Mary Warby, lived in Beaver, they lived in town on their city lot, took care of their fruit orchard, and raised a large garden each summer.
Our grandparents, with relatives, made several trips from Beaver to St. George by team and wagon, to do temple work for themselves and their kindred dead.

There was quite a talk in the community of a new county which was advertised for new settlers. Some of the men, being interested, took this into consideration. They formed a group consisting of Samuel Warby, Daniel Nelson, Joe Warby, Frank Twitchell, and Hy Hoops, and left to see the new country, which was about four hundred miles away. It took several days, with team and wagon to make the trip each way. On arriving in this valley, they found one ranch in the upper part of the valley with a two room house on it and four people there. These people praised the place very favorably.

This ranch was called “The Birch Spring Ranch.” There were a few head of cattle and horses on the place. Down in the valley was a water tunnel in the hill, and a dugout by the side of it, which we now call the Manila Hill.

The county exhibited an extremely barren appearance, with prickly pears and larkspur in abundance, intermingled with grease wood and sage. A valley sloping toward the south east, with hills on the north, which divide the valley from the Henry’s Fork Stream. In the nearby hills was plenty of cedar for fuel.

In looking it over they expressed themselves as being well pleased with the possibilities of this valley as a suitable place for a settlement. In addition to the supply of cedar trees, the acres and acres of good soil and adequate streams for irrigation purposes. They decided that with a little work, a canal could be brought from the mountains. They began by deciding on the ground they wanted for their homes and found the surveying corners.

They took the numbers with them, and leaving in good faith, left for Salt Lake, where they filed on these claims and continued their journey southward.

On arriving home, they took the good news to relatives and friends. This made a stir among the people and preparations were being made right away to start back to the new barren, desolate county.

On July 23, 1896, a group left Beaver for this new place; there were four families, consisting of seven wagons, about one hundred head of cattle, seventy head of horses, and two mules. Twenty four people including children. This group of people were as follows: Grandfather, grandmother (James and Mary Warby), George Warby, wife, Carolina, and one child. James Henry, Joe, and Steve Warby. Franklin Twitchell, and wife, Maria, and two children. Daniel Nelson, wife, Matilda, his sons and daughters by his first marriage, Dannie, Will, Harvey, Sarah Ann, and Jane, and three small children by his second wife, and Alvin Smith.

Each family brought along a few head of cattle, some poultry, cook stoves, and some household goods. Soon after arriving the men started building some cabins close to where the water tunnel was, and the little dugout that was built in the hill, where they lived the first winter,
The following month of August same year, two more families left Beaver. They were Samuel Warby, wife, Mary Hannah, and four children; Edward Tolton, wife, Emma, and five children. They arrived in the valley in September. They brought twelve or fourteen head of horses, and a bunch of cattle, which belonged to Samuel Warby.

On arriving in the valley, all seemed glad to greet each other, Samuel Warby, Franklin Twitchell soon had their little dirt roof log cabins built on their homesteads.

This little Mormon community began its first long winter in Lucerne Valley. Daniel Nelson and family lived in the dugout their first winter until he got his two room house built on his homestead. He built his rooms quite large and would use the kitchen for dancing. They often had dances at their home.

The first marriage in this new settlement was the following year. Sarahann Nelson to Alvin Smith. This same year two more families came from Beaver, Willis Twitchell and family, a brother Henry Twitchell and family. They were there to join the wedding celebration.
The following year more people came from Beaver. Among them was Jim Reid and family.
Our group of people got acquainted with the ranchers over on the Henry Fork Stream, and would work for them during the haying season, and at other times when help was needed. The names of some of these ranchers are: Phill Mass, a Mexican family at Burnt Fork, Tom Weisch, the Widdupp family, Mr. Logan, Johny Stopher, Joe Wade, Mr. Franklin, Dave Washum, Dick Son, Shade Large, Bill Large, George Hereford, and George Finch. They were a very friendly people.

Samuel Warby was the first man to raise grain in the valley, also alfalfa. He divided the grain so that all could plant crops. When Samuel Warby got to the valley, he sowed grain right away. It grew well enough so that he had some feed for his animals the first winter.

This group of settlers was a busy people, trying to get buildings put up, and stables, and corrals for their animals, which took much time, and long hours of work.

It was two years before they had a school there. They built a one room school building, and Ben Slogoiski was their first teacher.

I remember once of Mrs. Jim Reid going up to school with her scissors after the teacher as he severely corrected her boy. The next school year a teacher from Vernal was secured, Andrew Vernon, which was much more pleasant for the children, as well as for the parents. Mr. Vernon taught the next two winters of school there, then his sister, Mattie, taught the fourth year of school.

In the year 1899, the month of August, President Baxter, from Evanston, Wyoming, in company with Joseph McMurrin, Abraham 0. Woodruff, and Bryan Sessions from Woodruff, came to this little settlement, and held a meeting to organize a branch, and appointed Willis Twitchell as presiding Elder, with Daniel Nelson, and James Reid as counselors. They chose Henry Twitchell as superintendent of Sunday School. The following year, September 12, 1900, their first branch conference was held.

President Baxter, from Evanston, Wyoming, in company with William Lee, presided at this conference. Meetings were held in their little one room school house. It was at this time a Primary was organized. Louisa Twitchell as president, Francis M. Wall, first counselor, Ann Twitchell, second counselor.

Before a branch was organized, they would hold a Sunday School at the home of Brother James Warby.

A town site was laid out, with the village of Manila being center of the Ward. This village is situated in the so called Lucern Valley, about one-fourth mile west of the Wyoming line. The town site sloping gently toward the southeast. The village is six miles south of Henry’s Fork, ten miles west of Green River, sixty miles east of Lyman. At this time, it is the head of Woodruff Stake.

Manila town site embraces two forty, acres of land. Grandfather Warby was one among the first to build a house in the little town site. He planted some fruit trees, and raised a wonderful garden, and patch of potatoes each summer. His fruit trees weren’t much of a success.
Grandfather Warby had the first Post Office in Manila, and later on Sarah Ann Smith took over and operated the Post Office for a time.

The mail route was from Carter, Wyoming, to Mountain View, to Burnt Fork, to Dickson’s Ranch on Henry’s Fork, where he had a small grocery store, from there to Manila. They carried the mail for some time on horseback.

In the early days of our Utah Pioneers, there was much done for the development of the cattle business especially in Southern Utah. Anthony W, Ivins was a great cattle man at this time
During the years of 1890 on, there was a band of outlaws who had their hide-outs in Brown’s Hole, and Robbers Roost in eastern Utah. These outlaws were cattle rustlers. They would go out on the range, round up herds of cattle, and drive them in to Colorado to be shipped to market. Large cattle owners were forced out of business.

We well remember the Doud Ranch on Sheep Creek, south of Manila, where there were hiding places all up and down the creek. We understand Mr. Dowd was one of these outlaws. After our parents settled in Lucern Valley, we heard of these outlaws.

Father, Samuel Warby, came home one evening and said he met this man Doud, that he wanted to buy some grain for his horses. A few days later he came for the grain, took his grain, paid father for it, exchanged just a few words and left. Later on, we heard he had hired a man and wife with two children, to move on his place and work for him. This man’s name was Mr Reecer. After a short time working there, Mr. Reecer could see his mistake by taking his family and working for him. His disposition was peculiar, he had a piercing eye that would almost go through you, be seemed to be uneasy, and watched you all the time, He always carried his six shooter buckled on him. They had a few words at times over the work. Mr, Reecer thought it would be safer if he carried his gun at times, to be on the safe side. This one morning Doud sent his two boys, George and Willie, up on the mountain to look for some cattle. He and his wife being separated, and the boys were out on the ranch for a short vacation, they had a fear of their father. While they were gone, a few words were exchanged between these two men. Doud went into his workshop and Reecer went out to get his orders for the day’s work. As he looked up, Doud was pulling his gun. Reecer seemed to be the quicker on the trigger and shot Doud twice. On returning home the boys expressed themselves as being glad it happened that way.
Mr. Reecer moved from there up to what they called at that time, Willow Springs, below Corner Basin.

Doud was buried on his ranch, by the side of two children, which was why we always called it the outlaw’s cemetery.

In the year 1899 Samuel Warby, and family, moved to the Birch Spring Ranch to operate and manage the company affairs there. In September his brother, George, and wife, came to stay while their younger boy was sick. He passed away two days after their arrival. This made the people realize that they would have to select a site for the cemetery. Grandfather Warby was appointed to make the decision. The men got in a wagon and rode around for some time, then drove to the place where the cemetery now stands. Grandfather decided that would be the best place, so the little grave was dug.

In building up the little town, the men got together and decided they would have to enlarge the water tunnel. They drilled back in the hill further, and got a good flow of water, then piped it down into the town, which was about a quarter of a mile, They built a large tank, eight by ten feet, out of heavy plank lumber, and placed a long watering trough at the end of it for watering their cattle and horses.

Water was carried to the homes from this tank in buckets. In the early evening you could see the children going from all directions carrying their night’s water from the water tank. In the winter months some school boys would go up to the tanks after dark and turn the water loose, and by morning there would be a nice skating pond where all the school children would collect after school and have a good time skating.

We would have skating parties until ten or eleven o’clock at night.

In those days our people made their own entertainment. It was a relief from the strain of a hard day’s work, Parties were held, games were played, songs, recitations, a joke, and sometimes a candy pull. Everybody cooperated in creating some kind of recreation for all. The favorite was dancing.

When the Fourth of July came, everyone turned out for a real celebration, At daybreak, cannons were shot off, everyone in the valley could hear them. (Samuel Warby was ‘most always appointed to shoot the cannons). There was always a “Goddess of Liberty,” and her maids, which was an important part of the program. They would build a large bowery, and have a platform for the goddess and her maids to sit on during the program. Then lunch was served, races for the children, games, jumping, horse shoe pitching, etc, for all.

In the evening a dance for adults. Our little town did not lack for good clean recreation,
In the fall, when the men cut and stacked their grain there was no way of getting it threshed. Samuel Warby, with a few other men decided to get a threshing machine in the valley. Samuel, with a couple of others, went out and bought a machine in partnership and soon had it in operation.

Samuel Warby operated and cared for the machine, and Henry Twitchell took care of, and drove the horse power. This horse power machine was used for many years. The men of the valley would cooperate in the fall to help with the threshing of the grain. It took from ten to fourteen men to do a threshing at each farmer’s place.

It took eight teams of horses to operate the horse power. When they would start this machine going each morning, the men would take hold of the bridle, and walk around with their team to get started so all of the teams would start together. They were in a large circle, and if there were any jerking lunging from the horses it might break some cogs or pull up the power machine. This machine would make a great deal of noise and would sometimes frighten some of the horses when first starting to go.

After school had been held for two years in the little one room school house, the men of the valley decided they would build a larger and better school building. All residents of the valley joined in doing their bit to make this building a success. The building still stands in Manila, and is used for a dance hail. I might mention here, Mr. Daggett, and Mr. Jesson, came out from Salt Lake to the “Birch Spring Ranch,” and talked with the people of the valley about a name for the town site. They finally decided on the name Manila.

The first baby born in this settlement was George Warby, November 2, 1897. His parents were George and Carolina Warby. Two weeks later Leona Warby was born. Her parents were Samuel and Mary Hannah Warby. Two months later, January 14, 1898, Bertha Nelson was born. Her parents were Daniel, and Matilda Nelson.

Matilda Nelson and Mary Hannah Warby, sisters-in-law, were the first two women to help deliver babies in this new settlement. Aunt Mary Hannah has delivered many babies since that time. She has always been willing to go, night or day, to care for the sick. Much of her education was acquired in life’s school of experience. She has also gone through all the hardships of pioneer life. She has been an honest, and industrious woman, and a faithful Latter-Day Saint. She brought thirteen children into the world.

We can also say the same of Aunt ‘Til, who gave of her time in the same manner,
Our parents, in this new country, would freight their supplies into the valley by freight wagon, using two teams to each wagon most of the time. They were experienced in freighting over rough roads. Many of the things which could be mentioned about our parents will never be written or remembered by us, the younger generation.

To the survivors of past generations we hope to revive memories by carrying them back to days long since past, around some of the old places still cling tender memories.

Sixty two years have passed since our fathers left their homes in Southern Utah (Beaver), and pioneered by way of Provo, Heber City, Chalk Creek, Hillard, Bridger, Lonetree, Burnt Fork, Wyoming. into the Lucerne Valley.

It is now the year 1958. Our grandparents James and Mary Warby, and all eighteen children have gone to the great beyond, leaving all memories to the grandchildren.
Nine of their eighteen children lived to be married and have a family. Fifty five grandchildren, and at the present time, there are thirty two living. One hundred sixty eight great grand children.

This is probably a short story of our people. Ten or fifteen years from now, most of us older ones shall have written the last page in the book of this mortal life, and youth, and middle age of that future day may, perhaps, give a passing thought to the little good our words and acts have done.


BRIEF LIFE SKETCH OF SARAH WARBY NELSON
Submitted by Sarah Ann Nelson Smith, Daughter

Sarah Warby Nelson was born March 5, 1854, in Raymond Terrace, Elderman, Australia. She was the daughter of James and Mary Blanch Warby. Her folks set sail from Australia for the United States when she (Sarah) was nine days old. They arrived at San Bernardino, California, and as near as we can tell they stayed there one year before migrating on to Beaver, Utah.
Her mother became the mother of 18 children, two sets of twins, so because Sarah was the oldest living girl of the family she had plenty to do in the home, She remembered often setting up Saturday nights to help her mother wash, iron and mend the families clothing so they would be clean and neat for them to wear on Sunday.

Once when a young girl, she and my father‘s sister wanted a new dress. The only material available was factory (which we now call unbleached muslin). They gathered the flowering part of rabbit brush, boiled it and dyed the factory a beautiful yellow from which they made their dresses. They were very proud of them.

She married Daniel Morgan Nelson, October 8, 1876 at Beaver, Utah. The next January 18, 1877 when the St. George Temple opened they were sealed by Erastus Snow, who later became president of the church.

In eleven years of marriage she had six children, two girls and four boys, She died June 3, 1887 at the age of 33 years. She is buried in the Beaver, Utah, Cemetery.

A BRIEF LIFE HISTORY OF GRANDFATHER DANIEL MORAN NELSON
Written by his granddaughter, Doris Walker.

Daniel Morgan Nelson was born January 12, 1854, at St. Louis, Missouri, a son of Edward Banks Nelson and Agnas Morgan. He crossed the plains when he was 10 years old in 1864. They settled at Logan, Utah first, but in the spring of 1865 moved to Beaver, Utah. Before he was married he and his father were running a shingle mill up Indian Creek from Beaver. He lost two fingers of his left hand in the mill. He was married to Sarah Warby, October 8, 1876. She was the daughter of James Warby, Jr and Mary Blanch. They lived for some years on a small ranch at Devil Creek which is southwest from Beaver. Their children had to walk 2 1/2 miles to public school and 3 miles to high school. He worked at helping lay brick and other odd jobs. They moved to Arizona in the year of 1885 but did not like it there so came back to Beaver in about a year. Later he was in partnership in a shingle mill in East Fork of Beaver. He made shingles. He had six children by his first wife. She died June 3, 1887 and their youngest son, Ray, followed in death the same month. His marriage to his wife’s sister, Matilda, took place that fall on the 30th of September, 1887. To them were born 13 children, making him the father of 19.
He was what they called in those days a “water witch,” and people would come to him from all over to get him to come and find where to dig for water. By holding a forked green willow a certain way in his hands he would walk over the ground and when he was over the water the stick would turn in his hand. This was very accurate. By the swiftness of the turning of the stick he could estimate the depth of the water.

In the spring of the year of 1896 he and three others made an exploration trip to Lucern Valley, Daggett Co., and were so taken up with the country they went back and immediately began preparing to move out there. The company left Beaver July 23, 1896, and arrived at their destination August 16. It consisted of four families, 24 members, seven wagons 150 head of cattle, 60 or 70 head of horses and two mules. Daniel Nelson was the overseer. On arriving they hurriedly prepared cabins for winter. Grandfather was the instigator of getting a school and a branch of the church. Salaries weren’t high if a job could be found at all. Men worked in surrounding hay fields for a dollar a day; twenty cents an hour for a man, thirty cents for a man and team on the canals -- but that was better than nothing. A year from that December his oldest daughter, Sarah, my mother, married Alvin Smith who had come with them. This was the first marriage in Lucern Valley.

In a history written in 1947 by Dick and Vivian Dunham, entitled “Our Strip of Land” the following paragraphs were taken concerning this group of people: “This first group of settlers were as follows: George Warby, his wife, Caroline, and one child; James Warby, unmarried; Steve Warby, unmarried; Joe Warby, unmarried; Franklin Twitchell, his wife, Maria, and two children; Daniel Nelson, his wife, Matilda, and eight children; and Alvin E. Smith, unmarried. Each party had brought along a small number of cattle, a few poultry, stoves, and house hold goods. Before fall, they had selected their homesteads and built rough, log cabins for shelter.
“Thus the new little Mormon Community began its first, long winter in Lucerne Valley. What did they eat -- well, there was plenty of game. We hear that Frank Mann, passing through, killed twenty-eight deer for them. And it seems that Shade Large and George Finch helped them out. Whenever one of their riders came across a “Ceader buster” - a seven or more year-old steer which had repeatedly escaped roundups -- it was delivered to the new homesteaders with their compliments. And we are told that Shade Large also helped out by sending them sauerkraut and other supplies.

“There was enough money that fall (meaning the next fall) for some of the settlers to make the long hard trip over the Carter road down to Vernal to get apples and honey, then as now, two of Ashley Valley’s agricultural specialties. And at least one other trip was made that fall over the mountains, this time to procure a license for the marriage of Sarah Ann, daughter of Dan Nelson with Alvin Smith. (This is an error as the license was sent for by mail.)

It was a gala event, this first wedding in the new community. Everyone was there, including the recent arrivals, Willis and Annie Twitchell, and Henry and Elizabeth Twitchell. The Finches and Herfords and Larges were out in force, and a large delegation came down with Mark Anson from Burnt Fork. It was a gay affair, with plenty of spirit.” (It lasted for three days).
“In the summer of ‘98, Dan Nelson made five trips over the mountains to Vernal, trying to arrange for a school and a church. He was finally successful. On August 7, 1898 the Uintah Stake authorities gave permission for an L. D. S. church organization to be established. Willis Twitchell was chosen the first presiding elder. Nelson also persuaded the county authorities of the necessity for a school, and that fall learning began in earnest for the small fry of Lucerne Valley, with Ben Slagowski as teacher.”

Grandfather Nelson had three children by his second marriage, Matilda Warby, when be came to Lucern Valley, later known as Manila, Daggett County. He had 10 children born after arriving in the Valley. He took his family of 8 children and his wife, in a wagon and drove to Salt Lake Temple on October 10, 1906 where he had them sealed to him. Two other children were born after that. His oldest son by his second marriage, George, went into the first world war and lost his life in France, September 27, 1918.

Daniel Nelson moved to Vernal, Utah, in about the year 1921 where he lived until his death in June, 1932. He was sick a year before he died. Two previous years 1928 and 1929 he spent the winters in Manti doing temple work.

They lost their youngest daughter, Sarah, on September 22, 1925, with diphtheria,
Some years after he moved to Vernal he had an accident on the mountain, His car went backwards off a very high gorge about 500 feet. He told the story that as he went out of the car he said “My Lord,” putting himself in the Lord’s hands. He was thrown from the car and went to the bottom of the gorge. He was bruised from head to his foot but had only one small chip of bone off his shoulder blade. But from a blow he received over his liver at this time, he later developed cancer of the liver which eventually caused his death on June 18, 1932 at Vernal, Utah, at the age of 78.

He had a Patriarchal Blessing given him by Patriarch Joseph A. Quebell. It is presumed this was given him before he moved to Manila.

He was loved by everyone. “Uncle Dan,” as he was known, became a stately whitehaired gentleman whom everyone looked to for advice and council. He was a true pioneer. His was not an easy life but one which will have its reward in Heaven.

A BRIEF HISTORY OF THE LIVES OF
SAMUEL & MARY HANNAH WILLDEN WARBY
Written by their daughter, Sarah Boren

When father was but a young boy he would break wild horses to ride, for some of the settlers. He also rode after the cattle for the co-op store owners. He broke wild cows to milk for them.
At the time he was married, he had a farm on North Creek where he lived and farmed, as well as helped in the Lime Kiln, Brick Kiln, and helped to build many brick homes in Beaver. He also helped to build the Court House.

When mother was nine years old, her mother died leaving two younger sisters for her to help care for. After a short time her father decided he needed help to care for the three little girls, so a step-mother was brought into the family.

This brought much sorrow to these little girls as they were deprived of most privileges that girls should have. They were not even allowed, by their step-mother, to have a girl friend, or even visit out in the yard, or over the fence, when one was passing by.

Their father owned an interest in the woolen mills which took him away from home quite frequently. The step mother would whip the girls severely at times. She was arrested by the officers once, and was somewhat better to the girls after that.

Mother’s life was one of hardship, surviving through it all. She was married at the age of seventeen.

Eleven months later, December 23, a baby girl came to brighten their home.

They lived on the farm for eleven years. Father also worked on other jobs. As money was scarce, he would take trade and what-nots for pay.

In the year 1896, a group of relatives decided to move to a new country where they might better conditions. Father, not leaving at the time, the first group of people left, thought it best to take his family and milk cows up in the canyon and make butter to help them on this trip.
They took about 250 pounds of butter with them. Mother wasn’t very much in favor of leaving Beaver, but did as father thought best. We were a month making the trip.

Driving the cattle was slow, and when a cow would have a calf, they would lay over a half day or more, then haul the calf until it was strong enough to keep up. A Tolton boy was to drive the cattle, but he wasn’t dependable, and didn’t do much to help, so father put my sister, May, and myself, on a gentle horse and let us drive the cattle part of the way.

We had two wagons and teams, some grain to plant, alfalfa seed, some household belongings, a Dutch oven to cook in. Mother drove one of the teams all the way. Sometimes, when were on a stretch of level road, father would tie his team to the front wagon and ride with mother, When we got to the top of the hill looking down into the valley, dad raised his hat and shouted aloud, “This is it.” Mother, looking up, said, “I don’t see thing to be that pleased with.”

I knew mother was troubled in her mind, somewhat homesick, but she always tried to make the best of everything, camping there with relatives, and resting up, they moved to where he had chosen his homestead, which was about three miles. He took the wagon boxes off the wagons, made them comfortable to sleep in, they cooked over a campfire until logs brought from the mountains, and a little one room house was built, with a dirt roof and floor, which we were glad for.

Father and Uncle Frank Twitchell were the first two settlers to build houses on their homestead. Later on, daddy built more and better improvements about the farm. He built a smithshop, and bought a bellows, and did a lot of blacksmith work for the people there.
He planted alfalfa seed, and soon had stacks of hay and also grain.

A hard winter struck them, after a few years being there and most everyone lost their animals.
Henry Twitchell lost almost all of his cattle. Father divided his hay as much as he could, but they all lost heavily.

Time goes on, the men in the valley got together, and decided to build a bigger and better school house which was used for all public gatherings. Church was held there for a time until a chapel could be erected.

When Willis Twitchell was chosen presiding elder of the branch, a tithing granery was built, and a yard fenced in for hay and grain. He was one among the most faithful.

Our father was always willing and ready to take care of travelers who needed a bed and meals.
For a number of years, our people didn’t hear from relatives very often. Our mail route was poor and far between. In these early days when there was a death and they notified by mail, they would put a black edging around the envelope (indicating death).

About twice a year my father, with others, would go out for supplies by freight team, most always two teams to a wagon, and from four to five days to a trip. The people of the valley would always send for what supplies they needed.

There was unity in those days, no charge was made for bringing two to three hundred pounds of flour or a load of groceries.

I might make mention here, where the church was built in Manila, it was built in the center, east part of town. Five years later, the ground became a swamp, a meeting was called, and all of the men of the town volunteered to help move this building on to dry ground. It was no easy job with the tools they had to work with in those days. My father, Samuel Warby, and Will Boren, were two of the faithful ones who stayed on the job until the building was put on dry ground, which was a distance of about two blocks, where it now stands. Mr Peter Gwall, taking over from there, got some carpenters and remodeled it to what it now is.

MEMORIES OF FATHER AND GRANDFATHER ISAAC WARBY
Written by William E. Warby, & daughter, Ellen Warby Gillins

All of father‘s family moved to Manila, but father and mother stayed on the ranch, that was homesteaded at North Creek, where he raised his family, and made a living for them, and later died at the ranch.

He was a great outdoor man, and livestock man. He had both cattle and sheep at one time, and farmed all of his life.

He had lots of friends, and loved to play jokes.

When the Beaver Mountains went into forest reserve, he helped divide the range between the cattle and the sheep. He loved the mountains and the outdoors. He freighted lumber to Frisco mine and to New House and Shaunty and all of the mines west of Milford. He hauled it from Beaver Mountains. He chopped pine trees, and hewed railroad ties and hauled them to Milford for the railroad to be built through Milford (the Union Pacific Railroad). He hauled them for the branch line that went to Frisco, and on around to New House.

He got logs from North Creek Pole Canyon, and Indian Creek Pole Canyon, and freighted to Sulphurdale. He helped to build the dam at Blue Lake. There was no one who knew the mountains like he did.

He was left a widower at an early age, and never remarried. In later years, he always had a saddle horse and loved to go see his friends. He would go to George Bayter’s and if he weren’t home he would always leave his calling card, by piling wash tubs, wood, and everything he could find on their doorstep and then blame it on to Harry Green. Harry Green, would do same thing and blame it on to Ike Warby. They loved to play tricks on one another. He would go all up and down the creek, and if they weren’t home, he would always leave his calling card. Everyone admired and respected him, and loved him.

He would never tell a grand child how to do anything. He would always show them. He always had time to make whistles and toys for his grandchildren. He was always there when needed. He could make delicious cakes and bread, and bottle pickles and fruit. He could do anything that was required to do. Many times he has stepped in when the mother was ill, and took over the house. He always was loved by his grandchildren. In the fall he always had pine nuts for all of his grandchildren.

He loved to build a bon fire and stand by it. The last few weeks of his life he was unable to go to the canyons, but he loved to build a bon fire, and just enjoy it. He was a wonderful scout and knew all the things about the forest, and camping out.

Isaac Warby, son of James Warby and Mary Warby was born January 8, 1861, in Beaver, Utah He married Louisa Tanner April 8, 1884, in Beaver, Utah. She was born February 29, 1868, in Beaver, Utah, a daughter of Allen Bendict Tanner, and Elizabeth Jane Mathews. She died March 8, 1916 in Beaver, Utah. He died August 22, 1938 in Beaver, Utah.

Their children, are:
1. Norma Blanch Warby, born July 1, 1887, in Beaver, Utah. Died September 29, 1928 at Beaver, Utah,
2. Sidney Allen Warby, born April 5, 1891, in Beaver, Utah. Died July, 1893, at Beaver, Utah.
3. William Edward Warby, born November 27, 1894, in Beaver, Utah.
4. Isaac Gilbert Warby, born September 12, 1896, in Beaver, Utah.
5. Henry Bernard Warby, born August 25, 1898, in Beaver, Utah.
6. Luella Francetta Warby, born April 20, 1902, in Beaver, Utah. She died December 18, 1933 in Green River, Wyoming. Residence, Manila, Utah.

A SKETCH OF MATILDA WARBY NELSON
Written by a Daughter, Tillie Bascom

February 10, 1867, my mother, Matilda, came to gladden the home of James and Mary Blanch Warby. She was born in Beaver, Utah, and grew up there, and had brothers and sisters, and had a twin sister. She did not have a chance to go to school much, she got in the fourth grade. They all had to work hard. She worked in the field and house, helped her mother wash on the board for the family.

Matilda

I married young, to Daniel Nelson, his first wife was my oldest sister. I helped them while she was alive. When she died she left five children. I tried to be a mother to them. I helped my husband work in the shingle mill. He sawed shingles. I bunched and carried them.

Our first three children died in infancy. We lived in Beaver until our third child was born, then we moved to Manila. There we lived in a dugout the first winter, and part of the summer. We helped settle that place. There I brought seven more children into the world, I had thirteen,
I still worked, and helped my husband all I could. We bought a ranch, half way between Manila and Linwood, and we lived there. Then our health failed us. We left the older boys on ranch, and bought a place in Manila and lived there until August 24, 1922, then moved to Vernal, Utah.
I took in washings, and ironings, and was a midwife. I would go away from home and help out in sickness any time I was asked. I went up to Fosdick ranch and stayed fifteen days with a woman, helped her have her baby, never got much money for it. I did lots of work for nothing. I have sat up with the dead and helped lay them away.

Our home was where anyone could come in and stay all night or longer. We had two outlaws eat and sleep in our home. Also good people. The visiting brothers and sisters that came from Lyman, Wyoming for conference have stayed with us, I used to board the school teachers the last few years we lived in Manila.

The young people came with Tillie and enjoyed Sunday dinner. They would enjoy themselves singing and playing the organ. I used to cook midnight suppers for the dances. Those days we danced all night. We have had good house parties in our house. I have knitted for the Red Cross, and knitted for my own family and for others. I have made lots of quilts for people and washed and corded wool for them.

My husband didn’t care about dances, and I did, so I’d tell him I’d go with the girls so they could have a good time. That was all the recreation there was in Manila. Sometimes It was tired and half sick, yet I would go rather than make the girls stay home. I was a Relief Society teacher, both in Manila and Vernal.

When Tillie was born, I was near unto death, my husband was in Arizona. My sister-in-law came and helped me deliver. Tillie lay three days, black as a negro. The first or second night, I can’t remember which, I had a high fever. I asked my son,. George, to bring me a five pound bucket of water, and a little box of quinine pills I had, and to put them on a chair by my bed. He could see I was awfully sick. He asked if he could sit by by my bed, and I said, “No, I’ll be all right in the morning, you go to bed.” I took those pills and drank all that water that night. By morning my fever had broken, and I got well.

I never lost one mother in a maternity case. I took an old bachelor in that had broken his leg. His parents were dead, he drank and smoked, and no one would take care of him. I took care of him and kept him until he could go back to the sheep camp, and never got any money for it,
When we went to the temple to be sealed, we had seven or eight children, I can’t remember which. We went with a team and covered wagon. It took two days to go to Lyman, Wyoming. It took eight and one-half days to go to Salt Lake. On our way up a dugway, as I remember, it was near Coalville, our front wheel broke and came off. It threw me and the baby on to the ground. Pa went to the foot of the dugway and got help from a man there. He let us have a wheel. On our way back, just before we got to Lyman, Elsie fell out of the wagon, and got run over, but the Lord saved her life. As I remember, it took two weeks to make the trip.

Our closest doctor, in those days, was fifty miles. We had to remember how our parents doctored, so we could do our children. Harvey had typhoid fever. I took care of him and he got OK. All of my family came down with the mumps in a week’s time. I had a young baby, but I fed the pigs, and chopped the wood, cooked the meals, packed my water from the ditch and nursed them all to health again.

An old Indian squaw lived about a mile and a half from me, and one day she came up to the house and saw that the baby was sick. She walked back to her teepee and soon came back, walked up to the baby and tied a buckskin string around its neck, with a rattle from a rattle snake which was sewed in it. My baby got better so I used it for all my other children after that they were cutting teeth. She helped me take care of my children. She was a good old squaw.
When the first world war broke out, the boys were leaving for the army, one boy asked me to serve supper for his dance. He said he’d pay for it. He came after and gave me a check. When I went to pay the store for the food, the check was no good, so I had to stand the expenses.
I was only getting a little money for boarding the school teachers, so it was hard for me.
(Mother died December 27, 1932, at her home in Vernal, Utah, of heart trouble).

Tillie
I used to gather some herbs, and make a mild drink. It was very good and healthful, too. One of our friends lived on the creek said that he would give five dollars for the first watermelon that was raised in the valley. I raised it so I got the money for that.

The shingles that were made in the Beaver Mountains were cut with a large knife, that went up and down, and was run by a water wheel, and the logs that the shingles were made from were carted in by oxen.
Harvey

A SHORT SKETCH OF THE LIVES OF GEORGE MORBY
AND CAROLYN TWITCHELL
By Effie Berniece Warby

They were married August 5, 1895, at North Creek, Beaver County, Utah, where they lived until just before the birth of their first child, when they moved to Beaver City, and rented a house.

I was born April 5, 1896. They stayed there until I was three months old, and then moved to Manila (then Uintah County).

We lived in a log house up by the hill, on the north side the valley.

On November 2, 1896, the second child, George Manford Morby was born at Manila, Utah. The first child born in Lucern Valley. He was not quite so strong as I.

On March 30, 1899 another son, William Medward, was born at Manila, Utah. When he was nearing six months old George became ill. Father and mother were worried of course, took and took him to the Birch Springs Ranch, where Uncle Sam Warby and family resided. Aunt Mary Hannah, being a good nurse, helped him. He grew steadily worse and they knew he would not live, so we down to Manila to be with grandfather and grandmother. He passed away that day, and as he was the first to die in the valley, they had to find a place suitable for a cemetery. Grandfather started out and finally decided on the place where the cemetery now is. George Manford was in the cemetery two years before anyone else joined him, and then Aunt Rye passed away, and since then many have joined him.

During the summer of 1900, we went back to Beaver City, and on October 11, 1900, Marion was born while there.

We stayed in Beaver for some time, and then returned to Manila. Geneva was born there May 18, 1905, and Hilda was born October 21, 1907.

Father had many good places, but seemed to like a change and so would buy, sell, or trade. He was always free with every thing, and loved to have company. Many times I remember folks coming to our home for the evening and no matter how late, he would always ask mother to bake a cake, which she always did.

One time, George Finch, from Henry’s Fork, about ten miles from Manila, gave a milk cow to grandfather and dad, and some of his brothers. They went to bring her up to the place and she went loco from the long drive and the heat. They had quite a time getting her into the corral with high fences. She gored some of the horses with her horns, and tried to climb the stable after the men, so, of course, they had to shoot her.

During the summer of (?) Dad and Mother decided to move to Vernal. They went to Whiterocks and leased a farm for a year or so, then returned to Vernal where they made their home. Dad’s health became very poor, and on October 8, 1925, he passed away. He was buried on Rock Point Cemetery.

Mother had their sealing done in the Salt Lake Temple March 21, 1934, after which she did a great deal of temple work, often going on three sessions in one day.

She did this until her health became such that she had to leave Salt Lake and go back to Vernal, where she passed away June 23, 1945. She was also buried in Rock Point Cemetery by dad.

BRIEF SKETCH OF JOSEPH, JAMES HENRY, & STEPHEN WARBY
By Harvey Nelson

Joseph helped his parents on the farm and helped burn lime at a lime kiln that his father owned and operated. He did work such as he could get. There was adobe, brick and rock houses made in that city. He worked for low sums, for wages were very low.

Lots of work was done for store pay. He was married when he was 25 years old to Alice Rebecca Wildere. She was 19 years old. They were married about two years and had two children. She died at the birth of the second one. He never married again. He was so devoted to her that he thought he could never find another one that could take her place.

He spent the remainder of his days with his parents, as long as they lived. His father died first. He helped take care of his mother, cooked and stayed with her until she passed away.
His kindness and love will never be forgotten by those who knew him. He was a good cook, and enjoyed caring for his wonderful mother. At the time of his death he was working for an old couple by the name of Henry and Maggie Fosdick, on a place that was called the “Phil Mass Horse Ranch,” That was Maggie’s father’s name. He worked there for some time. He was liked very much by them. One day he got sick, and he came in the house and told Maggie that he was sick and was going to die, him and her was there alone. Henry was in Green River City at the time. As the day went on he got very sick, She tried to get someone on the phone, but it was in vain, until evening. During that time he passed away. She was very worried. Her nearest neighbor was five miles away. Finally she got someone on the phone and they got his brother, Stephen. He rushed up there and helped take care of him, He died on December 27, 1926, making him 62 years, eleven months old. He left a host of friends and relatives. His memory will never be forgotten. He was buried in the Manila cemetery.

James Henry Warby spent his early days on the farm, helping his parents at the lime kiln and other things that he could get to do. The family, as they journeyed through life, got along very well together.

He had very fine parents, full of faith and works, they left Beaver the year 1896, and moved to the place that was called Lucern Valley. A little town was started there which was called Manila. It was in the western part of the state of Utah. They homesteaded there and made homes. He helped pioneer that place. He was faithful in helping to take care of his parents.

He was a lover of horses. One time he bought a fine colt. One night as he was watering him it got scared and took off, jerked him over, and drug him for over a quarter of a mile on his belly before he got him stopped. Then finally he got him back to the corral.

He lived to be quite old before he got married a large woman by the name of Josie in Manila. She was from the east. They lived at Manila for a time. Then they went to Missouri. He worked at a packing plant for some time, then returned to Manila.

While they were back east they adopted a little girl. At his last declining days he lost his speech so he couldn’t say much. He died at Manila, November 1942. He was past 76 years old, and was buried in Manila Cemetery. He will long be remembered by a host of friends and relatives.
Stephen Warby helped his parents on the farm, and other work that he could get. He left Beaver and came to Manila. His parents sold what they had for cattle wagons and horses. He helped drive the cattle. It was quite a trip, over four hundred miles. It took over a month to make the trip. They left Beaver on July 2, and landed in the valley August 16. It was a long hot drive. There was a hustle to prepare houses for the winter, and to file on the land. All were willing and the job was done in a short time.

He didn’t get married until after his parents died. He was very good to his parents. His father died first, and he helped take care of his very kind and gracious mother.

He married a while after his mother died, to Hannah Deck. They lived in that vicinity the remainder of his life. He was good to his wife and children. When he passed beyond he left hosts of friends and relatives that will remember him forever. The memory of good people can never be forgotten. He died at the age of 62 years, 4 months, July 6th. May the kind memories of our dear ones always be remembered.

LIFE HISTORY OF MAUD TWITCHELL & MARLA WARBY
By Maude Twitchell Green, & John Green, Jr

Maud Twitchell was born in Beaver, Utah, July 21, 1890 to Franklin Twitchell and Maria Warby.

I moved with my parents to Manila, Utah, at the age of six years. We were the first group of settlers to enter the valley in 1896.

The country was full of wild burros, horses, and cattle. In the valley, there weren’t any houses, but along the creek, on the north, there was a number of white men with their cattle, their Indian wives and children.

We saw some rough times in the following years. Two or three of these men and their wives were very kind to the settlers. This kindness greatly helped us through the struggle.
In 1901 my mother died leaving three children, myself, 11 years, Ray, 9, and Steven, two years old. I helped care for them. Two years later my brother, Ray, died of croup.

In our school, we had some very mean teachers. In those days a teacher was allowed to rule with a hickory stick, and most of them did. I, being left handed, one of my teachers punished me for it. He would have me stand up in front of the class and hold out my arm with three or four books on my hand until my arm would ache. I finally, told my father about it. He threatened to whip the teacher if he didn’t quit.

John Green came to our valley in the spring of 1905. There we met, and on February 25, 1920, my only brother died. February 23, 1921, my father died.

I am the mother of nine children, seven of whom are living. I have worked in the Relief Society and the Primary and kept up home for my family. Although we have had misfortune and sorrow, yet, we have had a very happy fifty two years of married life.

My parents, Franklin Twitchell and Maria Warby, were married in Beaver, Utah
They took up a farm just off from North Creek, up in the cedars, where they cleared the ground, and farmed for a few years.

They lost one little girl, Jeneva, their brother Joe owned a place that joined theirs, and they helped each other on these places.

My mother’s health wasn’t very good, her being a twin. She was the sickly of the family. She had a kind and loving husband, always willing to help about the house, and make things as pleasant as he could for her.

My mother, Maria, and her sister-in-law, Mary Hannah Warby, were very fond of each other, and visited each other real often, and were to each other’s side in time of sickness or distress.
When my mother took a stroke and was bedfast, Aunt Mary Hannah was there every day to do her bit in helping care for her.
My mother died in the early hours of the morning, and I, Maude, was staying at the home of Aunt Mary Warby, with the help of relatives and friends. I carried on the duties of keeping house for my father until several years later. He met Myrtle Potter and was married to her.
Father was always a pleasant man, and loved by all. He took an active part in church work.

A BRIEF SKETCH
Written by Rozina Nelson

I have some very tender memories of grandpa and grandma Warby.

Will and I used to visit them quite often, and Will would tell me often how much they had meant to him throughout his life.

One day, while we were visiting with them, he turned to me and said, “I want you to put this verse on my tombstone.”

“When I am dead and in my grave
And all my bones are rotten
You will think of me
When I am quite forgotten.”

He died soon after that, and I have often thought of the promise I gave him.

The verse wasn’t put on the marker we got, but I have been thinking of him and for many years we have been trying to gather their genealogy, and we shall continue to do all we can so that when I do see him again, as I hope, I’ll be worthy to, he will feel that I did keep my promise. That I did think of him when he was “quite forgotten.”

In loving remembrance of all the pleasant hours we spent with them, I add these few lines to this history.

A SHORT SKETCH OF RELATIVES
Written by Sarah Boren

In receiving a letter from Francis M. Bailey, from Sydney, Australia, asking of the whereabouts of James Warby and Mary Warby.

As this couple left Australia for America, in Brigham Young’s day, and was never heard of after.
This letter came to Sarah Boren in the year 1940. It was stated in the letter that Mary Blanch Warby was her great aunt.

Rozina Nelson and Sarah Boren answered the letter, and time passed, and no answer to our letter. We later heard that after she wrote the letter she passed away. She was 90 old.
Some of our grandmother Mary Blanch’s family belonged to the Baptist Church. One of her brothers was a Baptist preacher. Some of grandfather’s people belonged to St. Mary’s.
Francis M. Bailey approached the public minded men of Sydney, Australia, and proposed the formation of a genealogical society, in the city of Sydney, Australia. It was through her proposal that the “Society of Australia Genealogists” was created.

She was very desirous that the work be carried on for the dead.

Away out in Lucern Valley
Out in the West
Where our pioneers settled
Their footsteps were blessed

They plowed the ground deeply
Their work was a task
They built cabins neatly
And planned for the best

They worked and they toiled
‘Twas mostly uphill
But they got to the top
By using their will.

We revere the dear old Valley
And the ones we loved best
God bless their happy faces
Until they’re laid to rest,

Back through the mist of time
We hear the school bells ring
The fields, the pastures, the
scent of new mown hay,
T’was there we loved to wander,
When our hearts were young and gay.

Written by Sarah W. Boren

William Hyde Journal link

Here is the link for the William Hyde Journal .......

http://penelope.uchicago.edu/Thayer/E/Gazetteer/People/William_Hyde/Journal/home.html

William Hyde Gravesite with Clint and Joyce Warby

Warby Family History

In preparation for our mission to Australia, we have done some research. Our Warby family history indicates that James Warby Jr. and Mary Blanch Warby joined the Church of Jesus Christ of Latter-day Saints in 1853 in the Hunter River/Williams River area north of Sydney. Grandfather Warby was walking home from his work and met two Mormon missionaries on the street. They invited him to a meeting later that evening and he came with his wife and children. They soon believed what the missionaries were teaching about Mormonism and they were baptized. Even though three of their small children died a few weeks after joining the church, they remained faithful and one year later, emigrated to California with two remaining children, one which was born 10 days before sailing on the ship Julia Ann with other saints who were gathering to Zion. In the summer of 1854, they came to San Bernadino, California and three years later, crossed the desert and became one of the original founders of Beaver in Southern Utah. There the family grew and flourished. Always looking for new opportunities, the entire family but one son (Isaac) decided to move their belonging and cattle to Daggett County in northeastern Utah and help settle Lucerne Valley which is now the Manila area. James and Mary eventually had 18 children and remained true and faithful in their conversion. The son Isaac who stayed in Beaver, is Clint's great-grandfather. Attached is the family history which explains in great detail the Warby story. To our knowledge, Clint is the first Warby by name to return to Australia as a missionary so there are lots of family to see and visit.

The leading missionary who helped convert the Warby family was William Hyde who kept a journal that is very faith promoting. Attached is a link to that journal which is great reading.

On June 22, 2007 after our son Andrew and new daughter-in Laci were married in the Logan LDS Temple, we traveled to Hyde Park north of Logan and visited the gravesite of William Hyde who was also the founder of that beautiful community. We appreciate his efforts and that of his companion John McCarthy who were instrumental in the Warby's coming to America. William Hyde was the leader who made arrangements and led this early group of Australian Saints to California.

We recently received some valuable training at LDS Church headquarters in Salt Lake City with other couples who are also going to various parts of the world for similar missions. The Holzers are going to Frankfurt, Germany; the Rees to Manila, Philippines; the Brubakers to Paris, France; and the Jarvis to Geneva, Switzerland.