(Note: I only have the second page of this history.)
Indians again became treacherous and they were advised to go to Moroni, or farther north. They decided to go north, but before they could get started, Zilpha, age three, was taken suddenly ill. She was missed one afternoon and gone for several hours. She was found asleep under a bed. When awakened she complained of a severe pain in her head. She passed away a few days later, May 14, 1866.
Not daring to bury her on account of the Indians, the little body was prepared for burial, put on the wagon with their household effects and the trip north began. She was buried in Santaquin in the Holman Plot. We in these days of peace and plenty, kind friends, cars, beautiful flowers and fine caskets, can but taste in part the bitter dregs of such an experience.
The family remained here for some time in the home of their parents where they were sustained and comforted by loving parents, relatives, and friends. They moved to Pleasant Grove when on June 28, 1866, a baby girl, Nancy Melissa was born.
In October of that same year, they were called to part with little Willard Franklin, age two, who died with the croup. Her husband was away from home at the time and Sarah with her family of little ones were forced to bear this great sorrow alone. They made their home in Pleasant Grove for ten years, living across the street, just west from Bishop Henson Walker's home. Here their next four children were born: Parley Thomas, 10 Dec. 1868; Warren Mathis, 29 April 1971; Elmer, 3 April 1873 and Naomi Elisabeth, 21 April 1875.
About 1864 or 5, while they were living in Fountain Green, her husband broke his right arm near the shoulder. There was very little in the way of medical help to be had. He lay nearly all one summer with his arm in splints, of course, there was no such thing as a cast then. Sara Ann and her little boy took care of the crops, the home, and the man with the broken arm.
Much credit must be given to Sara Ann for the rearing of the family. Her husband worked on the railroad, at sawmills, freighted, or did anything he could do to provide a living for his family. These things kept him away from home most of the time and the care and responsibility of the family rested on her shoulders.
In 1876, they moved back to Fountain Green to make their home the property they had left. Here their last two children were born, Robert Ross, 10 March 1877 and Ezra Bay, 15 Sept. 1879. For the next 23 years this was their home. Here most of the children married, left the home nest, and started new homes for themselves.
On March 17, 1896, their grown son, Elmer, passed away. He had been a great help in the support of the family. He spent much time on the range as a sheep herder. He took sick while at the herd and gradually became worse. There were no railroads in those parts and he was brought home more than three hundred miles on horse back and in a wagon. Evidently he had an attack of appendicitis (though little was known of this trouble then). It ruptured while they were getting home and he lived only a few days after his arrival home.
His passing was a great trial to his mother, one from which she never fully recovered. He was only 23 years old, unmarried and a great comfort and support to them.
In 1902 several of the young families decided to move to Bear Lake in Box Elder County to engage in farming. Here land could be more cheaply obtained. James and Sarah Ann gave up their home and went along and began to farm. They were there only a short time when James broke his leg. This made it necessary for them to move to Brigham City where their oldest son could help them.
They lived here until February 1910 when their son-in-law, A.B. Walker of Pleasant Grove passed way and they came to make their home with their daughter, Sarah Jane. Her last days were among her best. She was relieved of financial worries, household cares, and her time was her own to do the things she had always hopes some time to do. Her health was splendid for a woman of her age, and her death from a paralytic stroke on Oct. 12, 1917 was very sudden and shock to her family and friends in spite of her advanced age.
She was a splendid type of woman, a wonderful wife and mother. She mixed well with either young or old. She was kind and sympathetic. To know her was to love her. She never became childish — her mind remained clear and bright. She always found time to read. She could see the humorous side of life and enjoyed a good joke. Hers was a life of sacrifice, a life well spent. May it be a light and example to her numerous posterity and friends. She was the mother of thirteen children and a host of grandchildren.