, and said that if the Old Boss had not
got miffed they would have lost the pleasure of eating the fat
turkey. The party enjoyed themselves that day, and had many a
laugh over the Prophet's anger robbing him of an excellent
dinner.

At that time part of my family was at Washington, but I also had
quite a family living at Harmony, where several of my wives were
staying. The next morning the Prophet asked me if I was going to
Harmony that night. I told him that I did intend going.

"I wish you would go," said he, "and prepare dinner for us."

Brigham then gave me full instructions as to what to prepare for
dinner, and how he wanted his meat cooked, and said the company
would be at my house in Harmony the next day at 1 o'clock, p. m.
I at once proceeded to obey his instructions. I rode to Harmony
through a rain storm, and I confess I was proud of my position. I
esteemed it a great honor to have the privilege of entertaining
the prophet of the Lord.

My entire family in Harmony were up all night, cooking and making
ready to feed and serve the Lord's anointed and his followers. I
killed beeves, sheep, goats, turkeys, geese, ducks, and chickens,
all of which were prepared according to instructions, and eaten
by Brigham and his party next day.

Prompt to time, the Prophet and his suite and an escort on
horseback came into the Fort. There were seventy-three carriages,
besides the Danite escort. I entertained the entire party, giving
them dinner, supper, and breakfast.

In 1858 Brigham called upon me to locate a company of cotton
growers, of which Brother Joseph Ham was captain. This company
was sent out by Brigham and the leading men of Salt Lake City, to
test the growing of cotton on the Santa Clara and Rio Virgin
bottoms. In obedience to counsel, I located the company at the
mouth of the Santa Clara River, about four miles south of where
St. George now stands.

In 1859 or 1860, the first trip that Brigham took from Salt Lake
City to southern Utah, he went by way of Pinto, Mountain Meadows,
Santa Clara, and Washington. I was at Washington, building a
gristmill, some two miles west of the town, when he came along. I
was sitting on a rock about thirty steps from the road. His
carriage was in the lead, as was usual with him when traveling.
When he came opposite where I was sitting he halted and called me
to his carriage, and bid me get in. I did so. He seemed glad to
see me, and asked where I lived. I told him I lived