In honor of Pioneer Day...
Autobiography of Susannah Stone Lloyd
I, Susanna Stone Lloyd, being impressed to make a sketch of
my early life will endeavor to do so. I was born of honest parents, in the town
of Bristle, England, December 24th, 1830. My father was William Stone, he was a
master painter, born in London. My
mother was Diana Grant Stone, born in Glostershire, England. My father's people belonged to the Church of
England, mother's people to the Wesleyans. I attended the Wesleyan Sunday
School. I used to read the scriptures and wished that I had lived in the days
of Apostles and Prophets, not knowing then that the everlasting Gospel had been
restored to the earth. When I heard it preached I hailed it with joy. I joined the Church of Jesus Christ of Latter-day Saints about the year 1848; this
caused my heart to rejoice. I have seen that the hand of the Lord has been over
me for good from my earliest childhood and I know that His Holy Spirit has been
my constant guide and companion. I never shall forget the many manifestations
of the Lord's goodness and blessings unto me and mine. My parents, relatives
and friends did all in their power to keep me from coming to America, but I had
the spirit of gathering and the Lord opened up my way and I came to Utah in
1856 with the Hand Cart Company. Brother Willey was our Captain, Millen Atwood
was his councilor. We were almost pioneers for we had to travel through sunflowers
and sage brush for many miles.
The first part of our journey was pleasant, the weather
being good. We left Liverpool in May on the Ship Thornton, landed in New York
the latter part of June in a sailing vessel. While crossing the Atlantic, the
peoples' galley or cook house took fire and burned down which caused great
excitement. But through the blessings of the Lord we were saved. After we landed we came up the Hudson River
in Steam Boats and continued by railroad cars until we came to the frontiers which
were called Iowa Camp Grounds. We stayed there several weeks, while our hand
carts and tents were being finished.
Oxen drew the wagons that brought our provisions and tents,
our clothing to last the journey, which was over one thousand miles, were brought
on our hand carts. The rest was brought the next season by the Water Boys.
After we had proceeded quite a ways on our journey we lost quite a number of
our cattle which drew the provisions. Some supposed that they were stampeded by
Indians going East to war. It was in the year 1856, when Colonel Babbitt was
doing business with the United States Government. (President Brigham Young being a Governor at
that time.) He (Babbitt) and his teamsters were massacred, they were a day or
two ahead of us with a train of goods which was seized by the Indians. We met a
tribe of Indians with an interpreter, who told us all about the circumstances,
but we were not discouraged. We traveled on and felt that the Lord would
protect his saints and so He did, and although we passed through many trying
scenes His protecting care was over us. After we left Iowa, we traveled about
one hundred miles and came to Florence, Nebraska. By this time we had gotten
more used to traveling and we made better headway, but through losing our
cattle and having to camp on the plains for several weeks, it threw us late in
the season and made our provisions short for the latter part of our journey. We
left England, May the 2nd and got into Salt Lake Valley on November the 5th
1856.
I am thankful that I was counted worthy to be a pioneer and
a Hand Cart Girl. It prepared me to stand hard times when I got here.
I often think of the
songs we used to sing to encourage us on our toilsome journey. It was hard to
endure but the Lord gave us strength and courage. Yes, the Lord has multiplied
blessings upon my head and I praise His Holy Name and pray that I may be worthy
of the many blessings that is promised to the faithful.
After we had traveled about seven hundred miles our
provisions being short our Captain bought up all the biscuits and flour that he
could get in Laramie. We had to live on short rations and it became very cold
and a number of our older people died. Sixteen were buried at one time.
Traveling as we were with scant clothing and lack of sufficient food we
suffered greatly from the severe cold and snow. On account of the loss of
Cattle it became necessary for each hand cart to take additional load, by each
taking a share of the provisions that were left. We waded through the cold
streams many times but we murmured not for our faith in God and our testimony
of His work were supreme. And in the blizzards and falling snow we sat under
our hand-carts and sang, "Come, Come Ye Saints, no toil nor labor fear but
with joy wend your way, though hard to you this journey may appear, grace shall
be as your day."
Only once did my courage fail. One cold dreary afternoon my
feet having been frosted I felt I could go no farther and withdrew from the
little company and sat down to wait the end. Being somewhat in a stupor. After
a time I was aroused by a voice, which seemed as audible as anything could be
and which spoke to my very soul, of the promises and blessings I had received,
and which should surely be fulfilled and that I had a mission to perform in Zion.
I received strength and was filled with the spirit of the Lord and arose and
traveled on with a light heart. As I reached camp I found a searching party
ready to go back to find me dead or alive. I had no relatives but many dear and
devoted friends and we did all we could to aid and encourage each other. My
frosted feet gave me considerable trouble for many years but this was forgotten
in the contemplation of the many blessings the Gospel has brought to me and
mine.
A young man whom I had kept company with in England, but
would not promise to marry, as I wanted to be free, died enroute and was buried
on the plains with many others.
When we were within about one hundred miles from Salt Lake
Valley, our Captain had a dream that a company was coming from Salt Lake Valley
to meet us. Brigham Young ask a lot of our brethren to come and meet us with
provisions, buffalo robes and blankets. You may guess the joy that was in camp
the day they arrived. We were near Fort Bridger when they met us, and we rode
in the wagons the rest of the way, but we had walked over one thousand miles.
When we got near the city, we tried to make ourselves as
presentable as we could to meet our friends. I had sold my little looking glass
to the Indians for Buffalo meat, so I borrowed one and I shall never forget how
I looked, some of my old friends did not know me. We were so weather beaten and
tanned. When we got near Salt Lake Valley, President Young with a company of
our brethren and sisters came out to meet us, and bade us welcome and when we
got into the city we were made very comfortable until we met our friends and
relatives. There were many things that happened on our journey that would be
interesting if I could remember them in their proper order. While we were
traveling through the United States the people tried to discourage us by
telling us there was a famine in Utah, that the grasshoppers had eaten up
everything and that there had been a grasshopper war, etc. but we traveled on
trusting in God.
We raised good crops the next year. I had many chances to
marry in England, but were advised to wait until we got to Zion. Among others
who came to meet their friends was a handsome young man, Thomas Lloyd, who had
immigrated the previous year, in 1855, from Wolver Hampton, England. He had proven his integrity to his newly found
faith by renouncing everything offered by a wealthy maiden aunt who had raised
him, his parents having died when he was but two years old and he would have
fallen heir to her fortune, but was cut off because he would not renounce
Mormonism. He had learned a trade however, that of a saddle and harness maker
which proved a great blessing in the new country. He had settled in Farmington,
Davis County and had already a small cabin which served as home and work shop.
We were both favorably impressed at our first meeting, he having received a
very satisfactory recommendation from his Bishop and on advice of President
Young we were soon married and the fulfillment of the blessings which had been
pronounced upon my head in the generous posterity began to be realized and in
the following year our first son Thomas W, Lloyd was born.
The following year
Johnston's Army came to Utah and we had to move South under very trying
circumstances. After this scare was over we were glad to get back to our homes
again. We remained in Farmington until about 1864 when It became necessary for
us to procure more land to take care of our growing family. We lived in Forts
when Wellsville, Cache County, was first settled to protect us from the
Indians. The grasshoppers and crickets were very troublesome and ate up many of
our crops but we managed by the help of the Lord to take care of our growing
crops and by this time numerous family. We were blessed with ten sons and four
daughters, all of whom are healthy and all members of the faith for which their
parents had sacrificed so much, and this is a joy to me in my declining years.
As Cache Valley became more settled and the Lord blessed the
land for our sakes and although we have suffered many hardships we have never
murmured or felt to regret the sacrifice we made.
AS I read through this narrative again this morning I felt impressed to italicize the statements of faith and gratitude. May we ever look at our own trials with the same fortitude as this sweet Pioneer Woman.
Susanna Stone Lloyd is my husband's second great Grandmother.