Arizona republican., 1921-04-13
STORY OF TRIP ID
 ARIZONA |S TOLD IN
 PROSE AND POETRY

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 The following story of the early days which is an account of Jour ney made from Salt Lake to Arizo- na, has been prepared for The Re publican by Andrew L. Rogers ot Snowflake:
 On February l, 1876, 200 men and few women and children left the northern part of Utah to settle in Ari- zona on the Little Colorado river. The men were divided off into com panies of 50 each, having captain or president over them. was under Lot Smith, a former member Of the Mormon battalion.
 Early in the start a road had to be broken over a mountain covered with six feet of snow. Then came mud, afterwards heavy sand, that made travelling tiresome and slow on the already jaded teams. We Lees ferry, above and below which a box canyon forms. I was with the OK teams and arrived at where Wins low now stands on May ', having gone 500 miles from Salt Lake City | in three months and few days
 Because of shortage in supplies and | the forbidding prospects, many re- turned and left the few to hold the country A little corn was raised | the first year, but much trouble was had in placing dams in the quick | sand bottom of the river. Finally | more settlers came in, grist mill | was erected, a saw mill was built | some 50 miles west of Winslow near where the Mormon dairy was locat- i ed and where excellent butter and cheese was manufactured. and a tam nery was built Sheep, cattle and horses thrived well on the mountain grasses. The I I all their property was common stock, in a somewhat socialistic way, while many ate at one large table, All this seemingly had purpose, for it prac- | tically saved the lives of many ex- l hausted immigrants who got supplies | from these first pioneers--something ! that could not have been done had 1 every early settler worked independ- | ently. Years later, however, all scat tered and went their several ways. | Thus in brief was the starting of the 1 settlement of northern Arizona. In this connection a little song, composed by one of the Donaldson brothers of Salt Lake City, might be fitting This boy had banjo and he cheered our meary souls on that first hard, long march with the fol- lowing ditty:
 Come, listen to me. gentle folks. and I'll sing you ditty. Twas in the year '76 that we left ! Salt Lake City.
 | We started for Arizona, that place
 you have heard tell. It's the toughest country l ever saw
 its there we went to dwell
 When we left Salt Lake City every
 thing was fine,
 But when we got to Pangulch it's
 where we had a time ! The snow was six feet deep. they said on ion Of the divide
 And when we began to look about
 our eyes opened wide;
 But there was our captain, so gall
 lant and so gay,
 Says he, "We1l have to go to 1t, boys;
 there is no other way"
 We got on top of the divide and how
 jolly we did feel
 To think we'd come through all that
 snow and left it at our heels.
 We then went to Long valley, that
 place of great renown.
 And as far as mud and chuck holes
 nowhere else can be found.
 We struck the town that's called Kanab, and we were glad, you bet, But as for all our troubles, I am not done just yet. Twas there we formed into compa- nies of tens,
 mountains.
 Twas there we thought of making us a boat,
 The mud and water was too deep our wagons for to float. We then struck House RoSS valley, { ~.a pretty place to see, There being very little water, we di- vided our company. I Our oxen they began to lag and lay all around close by, f We did all we could for them, yet one of them did die. We then went on to Jacobs Pools.