Christmas Spirit


| January/February 1960



IT WAS IN THE EARLY sixties. Transportation from the Missouri River to Salt Lake City was only by ox-team, mules or horses and usually required 6 months to make the trip.

Emigrants or converts from the old world often waited several months for the arrival of teamsters to take them the rest of the journey to the church center.

It was late in December when Charles Bird and his companions returned home to the settlement at Mendon. Winter was later than usual and the weather was mild for the time of year, affording a good opportunity to get the thrashing done which was late as usual, due to the fact of the crude methods employed to perform the task. Horse power was the latest development to drive the primitive separator. Steam power was yet an experiment and considered unsafe for the farm and people almost shuddered at the thought of transporting a boiler under high pressure over country roads, so the idea was abandoned or laid aside for awhile for further development.

The un mounted sweep power with horses driven in a circle was considered the ideal method of transmitting power to the grain separator and a vast improvement over the tread mill. An outfit of this kind had but recently been purchased by the Bird brothers, having been hauled across the plains by ox teams after being shipped by water way from the factory at Racine, Wis., to St. Louis. Well might the pioneers be proud of such equipment after using the old chaff piler and following up with a fanning mill of hand power several weeks later.

It was a beautiful day for December. The sun shone brightly and the sound of the gears and the hum of the cylinder rang out clearly through the keen morning air and was welcome music to the pioneers who felt that harvest would soon be over and they would be prepared for another long and severe winter. They were thrashing at Walker's that day which was almost the end of the string and would complete the long run since early August.

The two young men who had recently returned from their trip for emigrants and had successfully and honorably filled the calling from the Church's head authority as well as a credit to themselves and their families were full of vigor and ambition to assist in the work at home which truly was a pleasure after driving a team for a distance of more than two thousand miles across a bleak prairie, trusting for wild game for food after their scant allowances of food became low and often accosted Indians, trappers, troopers, and scouts, narrowly escaping injury, yet it was considered a duty and privilege to be called to take such a trip and it was in most cases responded to when the call came from President Young and was considered as sacred as when one is now called on a mission to preach the gospel. Trusting in a higher power, most teamsters returned with a spirit of gratitude for such an achievement and accomplishment. So eager was Charles Bird to have some change from riding on a prairie schooner he could not resist the temptation and pumped on the horsepower to relieve the driver, but suddenly his foot caught under a traveler and pressed between the cogs of the master gear, crushing the member so badly before the horses could be stopped. He fainted and fell as dead across the seat of the power. When he regained consciousness he was propped up in the seat of the best vehicle the pioneer village afforded and on his way to Logan. The leg had to be amputated and a cork leg balanced Charles Bird's anatomy the rest of his days.