William Ben was put in charge of the immigrants to Iowa camp grounds there were forty-nine wagons, ours being the first. We camped in these camp grounds twenty-one weeks. I was very much upset over the separation in our family and my health was poor, so my brother put me in a boarding house for twelve weeks. During this time he was in Missouri for the church. Miss Birchley, squire tenant and his mother bought two hundred heifers, which were afterwards used in helping to feed the handcart company.
While we were on the plains, we came across John A. Hunt with eleven wagons. The Indians were very hostile and my brother told him it was not safe to travel alone and invited him to travel with our company, which he did. Then we came on, my brother being appointed captain of the last wagon company in 1856. Nathan T. Porter was his assistant. When we reached Devil's Gate, we were called upon to go and help the handcart company, which we gladly did. It was bitter cold. We were snowed in for ten days. They camped near us then and we gave them five wagons and twenty yoke of oxen and they moved on. We stayed in the old fort for ten days longer, then Joseph A. Young and Brother Grant (I think his name was George) came back from Utah to meet us. Brother William Carter came also from Utah and helped us on. We reached Salt Lake City December 15th 1856. We left our belongings at the old fort. Mother had sent means to rent a home for us for two years in the Seventeenth Ward.
William Ben went back the next spring to bring our things from the old fort, also to bring freight for the Church. He was married the first Christmas we were in Utah to Betsy Baymon. It was the time of the reformation and my brother had charge of the sixth and Seventh Wards. He would go to the one ward Sunday, the other Thursday then change about the days. He and his wife had born to them two boys and one girl. Two died when children. Little Ben lived to young manhood, when he was killed digging gravel. It caved in burying all of him except his feet.
Our first celebration was held at the Lion House and we had a grand time. We were having another celebration, our first 24th of July in Big Cottonwood Canyon, when Ephraim Hanks brought word that Johnston's Army was on the way to Utah. We were dancing in the bowery. I was dancing with my brother in the same set with President Brigham Young.
William Ben served as a Minute Man in our army. He came back November 29th. He died in the home mother had rented for us in August, 1860. When he was on his deathbed (I was just nineteen years and four months), he called me to him and said, "Emmie, I can't leave you alone, I want you to marry," which I did at his request. I had always boarded at Mrs. Elizabeth Thomas' and remained there until I was married to John Lowder May 26, 1860. The first baby came to our home April 6, 1861, which added greatly to our [p.426] happiness. As time went on, eight more children were born to us, making five boys and four girls in the family. All are still living, married and members of the Latter-day Saints Church, which is a great comfort to me. We lived in Salt Lake for some time where my husband had good work with Walker Brothers, but Grandfather and Grandmother Lowder, who were in Parowan, wished us to join them there in their old age. When we reached Parowan, they were ready to go to Panguitch to help in the settlement there, so we went with them. After we had been in Panguitch about one year the Indians became very hostile. On March 18, 1866, General George A. Smith came to Panguitch. He made my husband, John, captain of the Minute Men. He went to Fort Sanford, or Lowder Springs as it was then called, to receive orders. Soon after he reached the place an Indian scout shot a white man. John spoke the language of the Indians fluently. John was told by Silas S. Smith, who was in charge of Fort Sanford, to take the Indians prisoners. He asked the Indians to give up their arms. One Indian came forward as it to give up his arms, then aimed as if to fire; as he did, Jim Butler shot the Indian, then Doctor Bill, an Indian, shot an arrow into Jim Butler. My husband, with help, finally brought the Indians to town. I prepared their meals each day and nursed Jim Butler back to health. We were very thankful when the Saints were ordered to leave Panguitch, May 28, 1866. . . . [p.427]
BIB: Lowder, Emily Hodgetts [Autobiography] Our Pioneer Heritage, comp. by Kate B. Carter, vol.7 (Salt Lake City: Daughters of Utah Pioneers, 1964) pp.425-427 (L)