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The Brown Family
By Erold Clark Wiscombe
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No. of Descendants
Section 1 Descendants of William
Each section of the Descendants of Daniel and Elizabeth Stephens Brown has been written as a separate book. Thus, all the descendants of James S. Brown will be in one section.
Each individual within each section has been given a number. If the sign (+) follows the number, it means that this particular child is also listed later on as the head of a family. They can easily be found by turning to the corresponding number found in the margin at the left side of each page. An index is also provided for easy access to any name.
If each branch were completed, the descendants of this pioneer couple would number well over 5,000 descendants in 1986.
Many years ago Hattie C. Jensen, a descendant of Capt. James Brown attempted to write a book on the descendants of the two James Browns: Capt. James Brown and his nephew, James S. Brown, both were members of the Mormon Battalion. Her book was never published and the manuscript disappeared.
The following poem, from a pen and ink and partly typed record in the hands of Donald D. Miller of Ogden, Utah, is from her manuscript. The poem is possibly the work of Hattie C. Jensen, with poetic license altered by Donald D. Miller, a descendant of Obedience Brown Boss.
THE BROWN FAMILY
A Prophet spoke…They heeded the call
In cold and snow or drenching rains
At long, long last, "This is the Place!"
Some branches are not complete. There also are probably many errors within, but I believe this record will be of great worth to our family if it does nothing more than tie us more closely together and remind us who we are. A great sage once said: "It is a desirable thing to be well descended, but the glory belongs to our ancestors!"
May our hearts be turned to our fathers, that we may give proper thanks for all that we enjoy today. We do have a wonderful heritage.
Erold Clark Wiscombe (1986)
A. Ancestry of the BROWN FAMILY:
The earliest known ancestor of Daniel Brown was his grandfather, William Brown. Tradition states that he was the son of a Scotsman by the name of Brown who was allied in marriage to a woman from Portugal. This information comes from one of the many biographical sketches of Capt. James Brown. At the time of this printing, no proof of this has been found. Tradition also states that William as from Maryland. He did marry a woman by the name of Margaret, surname unknown. Sometime prior to the Revolutionary War they moved from Maryland to North Carolina, and settled in Rowan County.
In August 1985, Kristine a Card, a 2nd great granddaughter of Capt. James Brown, living in North Carolina, noticed that some of the printed copies of the will of William Brown left out one daughter, namely, Margaret. This prompted her to go to the State Archives in Raleigh, North Carolina, to look at the original. She made copies of the original will and noticed that the fold in the paper had made it difficult to read the line which included the name of his daughter, Margaret. For this reason, some transcribers had left the name out entirely. Kristine’s description of the will and its contents are found on pages 24-26.
The children listed above had their temple work done in the Logan Temple by three of the children of Capt. James Brown, 23 June 1891. They listed their relationship as great grand niece or nephew, showing they had knowledge of the above-mentioned persons from their father.
The middle child: James Brown is the ancestor of Daniel and Capt. James Brown. He was born in 1758, in Maryland. He moved with his family to Rowan County, North Carolina prior to the Revolutionary War. Family reports which have been handed down states that he was "a very tall, dark complexioned man of wonderful anatomical and muscular proportions." When he was summoned by death, it was said of him: "If ever a good man lived and died upon the earth, grandfather Brown was one of them."
As a young man, James served in the Revolutionary War as an independent soldier, and fought to secure freedom for the colonies of America. He fought against the British in North Carolina. Early reports state that he was associated with Andrew Jackson, and that he entered military service at about the age of 20. Jackson had also taken a prominent part in the fighting in North Carolina while he was just a young man. James fought under the able leadership of General Francis Marion, who became known as the swamp fox. The poet, Bryant, has written this interesting poem honoring the men who fought under General Marion:
"The Song of Marion’s Men"
Our band is few, but true and tried
Woe to the English soldiery,
Then sweet the hour that brings release
Well knows the fair and friendly moon
Grave men there are by broad Santee;
After the war, James Brown married Mary (Polly) Williams, the widow of John Emerson or Emberson. Her former husband had been a soldier in the army, but he deserted and for a long time concealed himself in his father’s milk house to avoid being apprehended; but on venturing our into the timber one day to assist his father in hauling a load of wood, he was taken by four officers who started for headquarters with him. On the way, they killed their prisoner with their swords and left his body in a mangled condition near a creek by the roadside. 2
Mary and John had two children, Margaret Emberson who married Thomas
It is known that after the war was over, James Brown and Mary (Polly) continued to reside in the state of North Carolina, along the Yadkin River. They remained here all their life. James’ main occupation was that of a farmer. Though he worked hard, his circumstances were only moderate. The mother spun, wove and made all the clothing for the family.
The family lived in Rowan County, North Carolina. In the year 1822, Davidson County was formed and the Brown farm was from that time on in a new county, but all the children were born in Rowan County, before the change.
James and Mary had the following children born to them:
Jane Brown, born about 1787. She married Michael Hughes.
Nancy Brown, born 29 May 1792, at Lick Creek, Rowan County, N.C.
All the Brown family had an excellent reputation for being upright, thrifty and industrious citizens. They, like most of their neighbors, were members of the United Baptist Church.Return to Table of Contents
The wife of James Brown, Mary (Polly) Williams was born about 1761, in Maryland. She was the daughter of John and Jane Williams. She married (1) John Emberson or Emerson. He was killed during the Revolutionary War. By him she had two children: Margaret Emberson who married Thomas Stillwell, and John Comstock Emberson. The Williams family also seems to have moved to the Southern States just prior to the Revolutionary War. The children of John and Jane Williams were:
James Brown and Mary (Polly) Williams lived on the family farm until the time of his death, which occurred 27 March 1823. The youngest son, Daniel seems to have stayed on the family farm for the next eleven years.
Since six of the nine children of James and Mary were involved with the Westward Mormon migration, a brief summary of each of his children will be included in this history.Return to Table of Contents
Jane was born about the year1787, in Rowan County, North Carolina. She married Michael Hughes and remained in North Carolina. Michael Hughes acted as a bondsman at the marriage of Jane’s younger sister, Martha (Patsy) Brown, when she married David Boss, 25 November 1821, in Rowan County, N.C.
Nothing more has been found concerning Jane and her descendants. She apparently did not join the Mormon Church. The 1820, 1830, 1840, and 1850 Census of Rowan and Davidson Counties do not list her there.Return to Table of Contents
Mary, or Polly, as she was known, was born 1789, in Rowan County, N.C. She was very closely associated with her younger sister, Nancy Brown. The two of them never married in the regular sense of the word, and continued to reside together most of their lives. They were both sealed, for eternity only, to polygamous husbands, but did not live with them. They shared their lives together.
When Polly’s youngest brother, Daniel, lost his second home to a fire in 1831, in Davidson County, North Carolina, he left and decided to try his luck elsewhere. He moved to Illinois and settled in Brown County, taking with him his two unmarried sisters, Polly and Nancy. A few years later, their brother, James also joined them in Illinois.
It was in the early 1840’s that Polly and her sister, Nancy joined the Church of Jesus Christ of Latter-day Saints. They continued to reside close to their two brothers, James and Daniel.
When her brother, James Brown, lost his first wife, Martha Stephens Brown, who died 28 September 1848, shortly after the birth of her ninth child, Polly took the infant child, Moroni Brown, to raise.
When Daniel Brown contemplated moving west with the Mormons after their expulsion from Nauvoo, he took his son, James S., his brother-in-law, Alexander Stephens, and his two sisters, Polly and Nancy along with their young charge, Moroni Brown, out into Iowa territory, and instructed them to remain there and put in some crops while Daniel returned to Brown County, Illinois to sell the remainder of his property and collect the harvest. Daniel was to return and help them all move on the westward journey.
Daniel returned in the fall and found that his son, James and his brother-in-law, Alexander, had gone off with the Mormon Battalion to the Mexican War, leaving their Aunts, Polly and Nancy to finish the work Daniel had instructed the boys to do. The boys had attended a meeting and after consulting with Aunt Polly and Nancy, they had joined the men of the Mormon Battalion. This act rather embittered Daniel toward Brigham Young and was one of the main reasons he gave later for refusing to continue on to Utah with the Saints.
In the 1850 Census, Polly, age 55, and Nancy, age 53, are found living in Pottowattamie County, Iowa, along with their adopted son, Moroni Brown, living next to their brother, Daniel.
After Daniel made his break with the Mormon leaders, and decided to stay in Harrison County, Iowa, the two sister continued on westward with the Saints and lived at Ogden, Utah, near their brother, Capt. James Brown, the founder of Ogden, Utah.
After Moroni Brown married Evaline Conover, daughter of Peter Wilson Conover, of Provo, Utah, Polly and Nancy continued to reside with him in Ogden, Utah.
On 24 December 1870, her sister, Nancy Brown died at Ogden, Weber County, Utah, at the age of 78. She is listed in the cemetery records as Nancy Brown, sister of Capt. James Brown.
On the 31st of August 1855, Polly had been sealed to her nephew, James Stephens Brown. After the death of her sister, Nancy, she moved to Salt Lake City, Utah, and lived with Rebecca Ann Brown, the second wife of James S. Brown. She died at Salt Lake City, Utah, 1876, and is buried in the City Cemetery under the name of Mary (Polly) Brown, wife of James S. Brown.
She was described by family members as being a "typical Southerner." She smoked a corn cob pipe, and had a quick, snappy temper, but was passionately devoted to her family.Return to Table of Contents
Nancy was born 29 May 1792, at Lick Creek, Rowan County, North Carolina. There are two or three documents giving conflicting birth dates, each given by Nancy herself. One document states she was born in 1790, two others list 1792. The earliest document, her endowment record in the Nauvoo Temple and also her death record list the year as 1792.
She and her sister, Mary (Polly), moved to Brown County, Illinois, the 6th of October 1831, along with her youngest brother, Daniel Brown and his family. Their brother, James soon moved to this state also and resided nearby.
Nancy joined the Church of Jesus Christ of Latter-day Saints in 1840, at Brown County, Illinois. She received her endowments in the new Temple at Nauvoo, Illinois, 30 January 1846, prior to the journey westward.
In 1850, Nancy, age 53, and her sister, Polly, age 55, with Moroni Brown, their adopted nephew, are found residing in Pottawattamie County, Iowa, near their brother Daniel. Their brother, James, had gone south with the Mormon Battalion, and became Captain of Company C of that organization. This may account for the two sisters staying close to Daniel, their youngest brother. They remained with the Saints at Winter Quarters, then continued on the trek westward with the rest of the Saints and settled in Ogden, Utah.
In June 1853, when James S. Brown was returning from his mission to the Society Islands, he tells of meeting his two Aunts Polly and Nancy at Ogden, Utah.
Nancy made her home in Ogden, Utah with her brother, Capt. James Brown, the founder of that city.
On the 6th of November 1852, she was sealed in the President’s Office to William Critchlow, as a polygamous wife. She apparently did not live with him, but continued to live with Moroni Brown, the young man she had helped to raise. She had resided with her brother, Capt. James Brown until his death, in 1863, then resided with Moroni.
Nancy died 24 December 1870, at the age of 78 years. She was listed in the Ogden City Cemetery records as Nancy Brown, sister of Captain James Brown. She was buried in the City Cemetery.
On 7 May 1889, some eighteen and one half years after her death, she was removed to William Critchlow’s lot in the Ogden, Utah City Cemetery.
Susan was born in about the year 1793, in Rowan, now Davidson County, North Carolina, the fourth daughter of James and Mary (Polly) Williams Brown. She married about the year 1816, to Sion or Siren Jackson, born 1795, in Rowan County, North Carolina.
It is not known how many children Susan had. She had two at least, a son Homer Jackson, born in 1819, and a son James Jackson, born 1823, in Davidson County, North Carolina. James died in 1893, in Brown County, Illinois.
In 1831, Daniel Brown, Susan’s youngest brother lost his second home by fire, and decided that he would try his luck in a new location. He accordingly left North Carolina for Illinois, taking with him besides his own family, his two unmarried sisters, Mary (Polly) and Nancy Brown, his two brothers-in-law, John and Alexander Stephens, and his nephew, Homer Jackson, his sister Susan’s son. Homer stayed close to his Uncle Daniel, and later moved to Western Iowa with him. By the year 1854, Homer was living in Shasta, California.
In the early 1840’s, most of the Brown Family who had moved to Illinois, which then included Capt. James Brown’s family, had joined the new religion known as the Church of Jesus Christ of Latter-day Saints, or Mormons as they were called.
In the Spring of 1844, Susan’s brother, Capt. James Brown, returned to his native state, North Carolina, where he preached to his relatives and many others as a Mormon Missionary. While on this mission, his brother-in-law, Sion or Siren Jackson, attempted to take his life. It had been ten years since James had moved from North Carolina to Illinois, and when he showed up at the door of Siren Jackson as a missionary sent to preach Mormonism, ‘Old Siren’ as he was commonly called, became wroth, and with an oath he prefaced a sentence of death upon his would be benefactor, and seizing a gun, rushed to the door, preparatory to carrying out the sentence of execution. Siren’s wife, Susan was pleased to see her brother who had been absent for ten years, but she had to admonish him to flee from her door and enraged husband, e’re she had time to inquire into his welfare and that of his family. The missionary’s retreat was saluted with the report of Siren’s rifle, and the whizzing of bullets past his head, he claimed: "wonderfully accelerated his speed." The above account was reported by Capt. James Brown and is found in Tullidge’s History of Utah, Vol II, pp. 99-100.
Susan had apparently died prior to 1850, as Sion Jackson, age 55, a laborer was found in the 1850 Census, living alone.
The 1860 Census of Brown County, Illinois, as well as the Cemetery records of the West Side Cemetery at Versailles, Brown County, Illinois records the following information concerning Susan’s son, James Jackson.
James Jackson, born 1823 in Davidson County, North Carolina. He died 1893, at Versailles, Brown County, Illinois, and is buried in the Westside Cemetery of that city. He married Sarah J. born 1827, in Ohio. She died 1908, at Versailles, Brown County, Illinois. They had the following children: (1) Commodore Perry Jackson, born 1848; (2) Susan E. Jackson, born 1850; (3) James Jackson Jr., born 1855, he died 1872 at the age of 17 years; (4) Ida Bell Jackson, born 1871. All of the children were born at Versailles, Brown County, Illinois. There are two other Jackson men buried in the family lot, namely, Thomas G. Jackson who married Grace Drury (1886-1948), and Blendon R. Jackson who married Ethel Fry Cope (1891-1948).
In a letter from Daniel Brown to his son James S. Brown written April 16, 1854, he states: "I received a letter from Omer (Homer) Jackson, Shasty City (Shasta), California the same day I received yours. It was dated the 6th of February. He was well and doing well. James left Shasty City and started back for Illinois that same day."
The 1860 and 1870 Census of Shasta County, California shows Homer Jackson living at French Gulch in that county, unmarried.
Martha Brown, commonly called, "Patsy," was born 24 September 1794, at Rowan County, North Carolina. She married 25 November 1821, in Rowan County, North Carolina, David Boss, born 1801, a son of Peter Boss and Mary Garner. He was also born in Rowan County, North Carolina. He was a brother to Phillip Boss who married Martha’s younger sister, Obedience Brown. The bondsman for the marriage was her sister, Jane’s husband, Michael Hughes.
Martha (Patsy) and her husband, David moved to Illinois with her brothers, Daniel and Capt. James, and her three sisters, Mary (Polly), Nancy, and Obedience. Martha and David were living at Nauvoo, Illinois, 19 January 1846, when her eldest son, Alexander received his Patriarchal Blessing.
When the saints were driven from Nauvoo, Illinois by the mobs, the Boss family went with them. The wagon trains were divided up into hundreds, fifty’s and tens. They were in the first hundred, with Daniel Spencer as Captain, the second 50, with Ira Eldredge as Captain, and the second 10, with Hector Caleb Haight, as Captain. Capt. Haight would be the man they were to answer to. They crossed the plains and arrived in the Great Salt Lake Valley, 19 September 1847.
Martha and David had four children, all born at Davidson County, North Carolina, namely:
The early Church Information File indicates this family moved to California in the year 1869. Some family records indicate this was also the year that Martha died. No exact proof of this has been found. It is not known where in California they moved to.
William was born 8 November 1796, in Rowan County, North Carolina. He married 10 June 1820 in Johnston County, North Carolina Nancy (Fanny) Warren, who was probably the daughter of Richard Warren Sr. who married Mary (Polly )Turly 23 August 1801. The same witness, in the person of R. Sanders was the witness for both marriages.
William and Fanny were the parents of three sons, Alexander, Jerome and London Brown. The latter of whom was killed in the Civil War.
Wiliam Brown was a baptist minister in Johnston County, North Carolina. He remained in North Carolina throughout his lifetime and died there 11 July 1894.
The following is a letter that William wrote to his brother, Capt. James Brown of Ogden, Utah in 1849:
"State of North Carolina, Johnston County, January 26th, 1849.
Dear Brothers and Sisters, through the mercy of God I am blessed with the opportunity of writing you a few lines to let you know that I and (my)family are all well at this time, thank God for it. Hoping that these few lines may find you all enjoying the same blessing. I received your letter yesterday, to my great satisfaction and surprise. I had often thought of you and had despaired of ever hearing from any of you again.
I learned from my newpaper that the Mormons were driven from their homes and some killed, and never hearing from you, I thought that you were killed, or had taken the pilgrim route through the wilderness to California. I learned that many had started and suffered on their way by famine.
I saw also in some of my papers the name of Capt. Brown in California, and the writer made mention that the Mormons were good soldiers, ‘Let folks say what they might about them’, he said that Capt. Brown sent to him if he lacked any assistance, to let him know, and he would come to his assistance, for his company was ready at any call. This was the time of the Mexican War. I took it for granted and said that you were the Capt. Brown that the officer had been speaking about. I don’t now recollect the officer’s name. It was one of the head officers in California. About that time I took a great deal of time in reading the news. I felt a deep interest in perusing all my papers.
I also hear from (of) the poor afflicted Mormons in almost every paper here; of their afflictions and distress, knowing that almost all of my family connection was sharing in that great calamity and distress and not them alone. I think I felt for those whom I (had) never heard of, with sorrow to my heart.
I could hear from our poor soldiers in Mexico, and the many battles fought there, which I took deep interest (in) why my countrymen were there. My countrymen were there, my son was there. I will inform you that my son, Alexander Brown was in the Mexican War. He wrote to me after peace was made that he had been in all the battles from Vera Cruz, to Mexico City. We never heard from him from the time he left, until the war ended, some two years after peace was made.
The company came within 300 miles of home, then wrote to us and sent some money for me to take care of until he got discharged. The letter (said) he was about 1,000 miles off, on his way to California. I suppose that he enlisted for five years. His time was more than half out. We don’t expect to see him, if we all live, until he serves his time.
Jerome has got his health, he is nearly as stout as myself. He looks red and hardy as I ever did with his red whiskers, like a four year old goate. London is hearty, and is the most intelligent boy of his age I most ever saw, and is said to be so of all that know him.
We all have enjoyed as good health as we could expect, ever since you left us. I am making out very well as yet, though my Black family is increasing very fast, which gives me all I can well do, to support them well, as they are all small and not able to do anything yet, but if I live and keep my health, I hope that we will not suffer. I would say something about the troubles and trials that I have undergone, but I consider since I have seen your letter, that my troubles are light when compared with yours. This is the second letter I have received from you since you left.
O dear Brother, don’t neglect to write as of (often) as you well can and I will try to do the same. I hardly can bare the thoughts of closing this letter when I think of the withered breast where we all drew our first sustenance from, now separated so far from each other, never to see each other again in time, nor to hear each other’s voices in time now left to view. The cold earth where those withered faces
are laid, that gave us birth. To him that begat us, but their dust is watched and will rise again. O how happy for us if we with them can never to part no more.
Dear Brother, I now must come to a close for this time, hoping that these lines may reach you. I want to be remembered to all of my family connection. My mind if full, but I can’t express. I can grasp you all in my affections, Brothers and Sisters, pray for us, and I will try to pray for you all too, that we all may meet where parting is no more. Finally, Farewell to Capt. James Brown.
Wms BROWN and wife Faney
William Brown died 11 July 1884. His wife, Fanny died 1883. Their Temple work was done for them by the children of Capt. James Brown. Their three sons were:
Alexander Brown, born 21 July 1821, at Johnston County, North Carolina. He was the one that served in the Mexican War. He died 9 July 1895.
Jerome Brown, born 25 March 1827, at Johnston County, North Carolina.
London Brown, born 13 October 1828, at Johnston County, North Carolina. He was killed in the Civil War.
Capt. James Brown’s sons had their temple work done for them 17 Feb. 1903 in the Salt Lake Temple. Alexander was endowed 17 February and his brothers endowed 19 February 1903 in Salt Lake City, Utah. It is not known if any of these boys married, as no mention was made of it in the temple records.
Obedience was born 28 February 1799, in Rowan County, North Carolina. She married 1818, in Rowan County, North Carolina, Philip Boss, born 22 January 1801, in Rowan County, North Carolina, a son of Peter Boss and Mary Garner. His father was the son of Philip Boss and Ann Spidel. Philip Boss, the husband of Obedience Brown, died in Davidson County, North Carolina about the year 1835. Obedience then moved to Brown County, Illinois to be near her brothers. Philip and Obedience were the parents of 10 or 11 children.
In the 1860 Census there were five of Obedience’s husband’s brothers living in Brown County, Illinois, namely: Peter, Andrew, Henry, John and William Boss.
While Obedience was living in Brown County, Illinois she joined the Church of Jesus Christ of Latter-day Saints. In 1842, she moved to a home near Nauvoo, Illinois in Hancock County.
She was loved by all of her neighbors who knew her. Some of them called her "Aunt Biddie."
During the year of 1844, the harassment of the Mormons by their Christian (?) neighbors became very intense. One neighbor came to warn her that she had better get her family out of the house, as the mob was planning on burning the place. That night Obedience and her little ones took what they could carry and slept down near the swamps, thinking they would be safe there, but the mosquitoes nearly ate them up.
The next morning she found that her home and all of its contents was burned to the ground. Some of the children went back to Brown County, Illinois where five of their uncles were living. Her sons Philip and Henry were still living there in 1860.
Obedience tried to find employment for her other children to keep them from starving. Her 15-year-old daughter, Nancy secured a position working in the household of Col. Levi Williams. He was the leader of the mob
that assassinated the Prophet Joseph Smith and his brother, Hyrum.
Knowing that she was a Mormon girl, Col. Williams refused to let her out of the house. She cooked dinner for him and some of the mob before they started for Carthage jail. The Colonel had threatened her life if she tried to make an escape. She said the members of the mob carried on like so many demons as they planned the assassination. The night before they carried out the deed, they drank whiskey and then painted their faces black, and acted as though they had gone mad. She heard them boasting how they would kill the Mormon Prophet.
Nancy’s room was upstairs and as she was sitting the stair steps, she overheard Col. Williams say; "Nits make lice, let’s kill her too!" She was so frightened she sat by her window and watched, not knowing if they were coming up to kill her also.
After they murdered the Prophet and his brother, they came back to Colonel William’s home and seemed much frightened. They knew they had committed a terrible crime and they didn’t know what the citizens of Nauvoo might do to them in return. She said they acted like crazy men.
Nancy was able to get a message to her Uncle, Capt. James Brown, and he informed her that he would meet her in the woods nearby and wait for her to escape.
The Colonel had taken most of her clothing away from her, but she put a few things in a bundle and threw them out of the window. She then took the empty water bucket to go out after some water. Once outside, she dropped the bucket, picked up her bundle, and ran for the woods as quickly as she could go, all the while fearing that she would be shot.
She found her Uncle James Brown, mounted on his horse, waiting for her, and through him, she made her escape. This account was written down years later by Nancy’s youngest daughter, Samantha Dalene Rawson Rose.
Obedience moved west with the Saints, bringing part of her family with her. She settled in Ogden, Weber County, Utah, near her brother, Capt. James Brown, and her two sisters, Mary (Polly), and Nancy Brown.
She died 9 October 1850, and was buried in the "old burial ground" in Ogden, Utah. A number of years later, in 1926, when the brickyard was under construction, her body was exhumed and was on display in the County building, until a member of the family claimed the bones and had them buried in the Daniel Berry Rawson lot in the Ogden City Cemetery. Daniel B. Rawson was the husband of Nancy Boss, who escaped from Col. Williams in Illinois. Obedience’s remains were buried in the same grave lot with her infant granddaughter, Helen Obedience Boss, daughter of Willis and Dorothy Hall Boss, who died in 1857. Obedience is buried in the second grave north of her daughter, Nancy Boss Rawson, on 7th Avenue, near the road.
Many of Obedience’s descendants still live in Ogden, Utah area. Donald D. Miller, who has offered much valuable help in the proofreading and other suggestions for this publication is one of her descendants.Return to Table of Contents
James Brown Jr. was born 30 September 1801, at Rowan County, North Carolina. He was the eighth child, and second son of James Brown and Mary (Polly) Williams.
Much has been written about this good man. Brigham H. Roberts, a prominent early Utah Historian, ranked him second to Brigham Young in importance as a builder and colonizer of the western wilderness.
During his youth James worked on his father’s farm. Education seems to have been stressed in his father’s home, for all of the Brown children could read and write, which is somewhat uncommon for Southern families at this period of time. James pursued his studies and at the age of 18 was able to become a school teacher. He improved his talents, and was later elected constable of Rowan County. He was later appointed sheriff of the same county, and held the office until he left the State of North Carolina and moved to Illinois in 1833.
James married 2 March 1823, at Flat Creek Swamp, in Rowan County, North Carolina, Martha Stephens, a daughter of Alexander Stephens and Mary Daley. Seven months later, his younger brother, Daniel, married Martha’s next younger sister, Elizabeth Stephens. When two close brothers marry sisters, it is little wonder their paths follow closely together.
His brother, Daniel, moved to Brown County, Illinois in 1831, and wrote back such glowing reports to his brother about the fine opportunities this new county afforded, that James could do no less than follow his brother. Accordingly, James and Martha and their five children left North Carolina and journeyed to Illinois in a wagon in the spring of 1833. He returned to settle up his affairs in North Carolina, then returned to Illinois in the autumn of 1833.
After living in Brown County for two years, he moved across the county line into Adams County and settled there. Illinois was a new territory and land had to be cleared of timber before it could be cultivated. Wild meat was plentiful, and at first served as the main food for the family. As the country became more settled, people raised vegetables, grain, hogs, and cattle.
James became the Justice of the Peace in Adams County. He was firm, but sympathetic, a trait which made him very popular in the area.
The Brown Family in North Carolina were all members of the Baptist faith. James studied the Bible and frequently addressed the Baptist congregation.
In the spring of 1838, after the Mormons were expelled from the state of Missouri, many of them began to settle in in western Illinois. James attended one of their meetings at Dunkard and heard Jacob Foutz and David Evans preach the restored gospel. After the meeting he said, "Gentlemen, if that is the doctrine which the Mormons teach, I want you to come and
preach in my house." The meeting was held two weeks later when Jacob Foutz and Tarleton Lewis came to preach. Soon after, in June 1838, James, Martha and their three eldest children were baptized.
James became a zealous laborer and carried the glad tidings to his brothers and sisters living nearby. His sisters, Mary (Polly), Nancy, Martha (Patsy) and Obedience all joined the church. His wife’s sister, Elizabeth Stephens Brown joined in 1840, and later his brother, Daniel was baptized along with his two eldest children in the fall of 1842.
James was ordained an Elder and went on a mission to Illinois and the surrounding territory. He preached the gospel and collected funds for the Nauvoo Temple which was under construction.
On 28 September 1840, his wife, Martha, died giving birth to their ninth child. She was buried near Kingston, Adams County, Illinois. He gave the infant son, Moroni, to his two unmarried sisters, Polly and Nancy, to raise. On the 23rd of January 1841, James married Susan Foutz, the daughter of the man who had converted him to the Church of Jesus Christ of Latter-day Saints.
In the spring of 1842, James moved his family to Nauvoo, Illinois, in Hancock County. Not long after this, his wife, Susan died. He then married Esther Jones Roper, the widow of Robert Roper.
James was next called to serve three short-term missions for the Church. The first was the Mississippi, where he had good success. He organized a branch of the church at Monroe, Mississippi. His next mission was into Iowa territory, and then in the spring of 1844, he returned to his native North Carolina. It was while he was on this mission that his brother-in-law, Sion or Siren Jackson, Susan’s husband attempted to shoot him, as recorded in Susan’s history.
While James was on his mission to North Carolina, the Prophet Joseph Smith and his brother, Hyrum were assassinated at the Carthage jail. James returned immediately to Illinois.
He had known the Prophet Joseph and his brother, Hyrum personally. As soon as he returned from his mission, he called on his brother, Daniel, and asked him to accompany him back to Missouri to avenge the death of the prophet by shooting Governor L.W. Boggs, the man who had issued the extermination order for the Mormons. He and Daniel, both expert marksmen, took their rifles and horses and headed for Missouri. After riding all night James began to feel very uneasy and said to his brother. "I feel we should stop and kneel down and pray." They dismounted and knelt in prayer. During the prayer a voice from heaven spoke to them and said: "Vengeance is mine, and I will repay, return to your homes in peace!" The two brothers mounted their horses and returned to their homes in Illinois.
After his return from North Carolina, James was occupied in running two mills, a sawmill and a gristmill, located on the Skunk River
near Augusta, Iowa.
The principle of polygamy had been taught and practiced by the leaders of the church in Nauvoo. It was at this time that James embraced the principle. He married Sarah Steadwell Wood in 1845 as his first polygamous wife.
While living at Nauvoo, he became a fast friend of Stephen Abbott. Through this friendship they entered into an agreement that if any thing of an unusual nature happened to either of them, the other one would care for his family. In 1844, while Stephen was floating timber down the Missouri River for the construction of the Nauvoo Temple, he contracted pneumonia and died. On 8 February 1846, James married Stephen’s widow, Abigail Smith Abbott.
After the Saints were driven out of Nauvoo, James moved his family west to Winter Quarters, now Omaha, Nebraska.
While the Mormons were encamped at Winter Quarters, word came by government agents that the United States was at war with Mexico. They requested 500 Mormon volunteers to go. James volunteered and was made Captain of Company C. His sons, Alexander and Jesse Brown also enlisted at this time.
Four women were allowed to go with each company to serve as launderesses. Among these women was a widow, Mary McRee Black, whom James Brown married the day he was inducted into the Army, 16 July 1846.
Capt. Brown made arrangements for his three wives, Esther, Sarah, and Abigail and their families to stay at Council Bluffs until he could return and bring them to the Rocky Mountains. His fourth wife, Mary, and her small son, David Black, marched with him in the Battalion.*
They marched 1100 miles to Santa Fe. At this place it was decided that the sick and unfit would be sent to Pueblo, Colorado, and only the hale and hearty continued on the march to San Diego, California. Capt. Brown was asked to take charge of this detachment of sick, plus all the women and children and winter at Pueblo, which he did. A group of the Saints from Mississippi joined them at this place. The following spring they traveled north and west to join the main group of saints. They arrived in the Salt Lake Valley just five days after Brigham Young had arrived. This was 29 July 1847.
Capt. Brown had hoped to return to Winter Quarters for his family but Brigham Young asked him to go to California with a power of attorney to collect the wages of the men from his company in the Mormon Battalion. Since President Young and other church authorities were returning to the east, James sent wagons and provisions for his family and the family of Stephen Abbott so they might come to Utah. They joined him at Brownsville, later named Ogden, Utah.
There were nine men who accompanied James to California, including one of his sons, Jesse S. Brown. While they were on this journey, they traveled north through the territory that later became Weber County.
Here, James met Miles Goodyear, an early trapper and discussed the possibility of purchasing his property at that location on the Weber River when he returned.
They journeyed to California by way of Ft. Hall, Idaho, then west along the Humbolt River to Lake Donner and Sutter’s Fort near Sacramento. These men were the first to view the remains of the Hasting’s Party which had perished at Donner Lake the previous winter.
After receiving the pay for the men of his company in the Battalion, five of the men started for home with provisions to last 23 days. They were pursued by 25 Indians near the Truckee River, but managed to escape without harm. While crossing a desert 40 miles wide, one of the pack mules stampeded, scattering their whole supply of flour through the sagebrush. They had to live on boiled wheat the rest of the way. In crossing one desert that was 75 miles wide, they nearly perished for lack of water. It took three days to cross. They reached water on the afternoon of the third day. They arrived in Salt Lake City, 15 November 1847. James lost 50 lbs.on that journey, the others suffered similarly.
He distributed the money to his men. With his own share, he returned to the Weber River area and purchased Miles Goodyear’s Spanish land grant. This comprised nearly all of what is Weber County today. Besides a fort and a few log cabins that came with the purchase, he also received 75 head of cattle, 75 goats, 12 sheep and 6 horses. The cost was $1950.00. His sons later claimed their father used his own money for the purchase.
James kept only two or three hundred acres for a farm, and opened the remainder for colonization. Since Brigham Young had said: "No man of the community should buy any land, every man should have his measured out to him for city and farming purposes." Capt. Brown welcomed all settlers to come and settle, without money or price.
In January of 1848, he sent his sons, Alexander and Jesse to look after the livestock. He later moved his family to the Weber region. They named the settlement, Brownsville, but the name was later changed to Ogden, Utah.
During the spring of 1848, food in the Salt Lake Valley was very scarce. Capt. Brown sent his son Alexander, and two others to Ft. Hall, Idaho, 160 miles north to purchase flour for his family. They returned with 600 lbs. Capt. Brown kept 200 lbs. for his settlement, and sent 400 lbs. to the destitute settlers in the Salt Lake Valley.
Capt. Brown and his family were milking 25 head of cattle. From this milk, his wife Mary made cheese and butter, much of which was sent to the Saints in the Salt Lake Valley. He also slaughtered a number of fat beef cattle and sent that along to the people in Salt Lake. The crops in Weber County had not been destroyed by the crickets as it had been in the Salt Lake Valley. Brown’s settlement was sometimes referred to as the "land of Goshen," by some of the early saints in the Salt Lake area.
Because of his many acts of kindness, he was known as the poor man’s friend. He often gave away goods from his storehouse without discussing any price.
In February 1849, Apostle Charles C. Rich ordained Capt. Brown to be the first bishop of Brown’s settlement.
In 1852, James was called to leave his family and go on a mission to San Diego, Panama, British Guiana, and Jamaica. Because of prejudice, they were forbidden to land in British Guiana. While in Panama he contracted yellow fever, but was able to recover. He and his companion were also robbed of their trunks, but being a man of great faith, he prayed earnestly that he might find his trunk. He saw in vision where his trunk was hidden under a tree, and the next day he recovered it. They returned home by way of New York in 1853.
In February 1854, he was the agent for the church in New Orleans, helping the immigrant saints from England to get passage up the Mississippi River where they could then start their trek to the west. He had to charter boats, and provide provisions for their needs.
He was in charge of a company of German and Swiss Saints on their way to Zion. A number of them died of cholera. Capt. Brown took one of the widows whose husband had died of the cholera, for his wife. She was Cecelia Henrietta Cornue, the widow of Charles Francois Robellaz.
James built a large home directly across the street east of where the Mormon Temple is now located.
The 1850’s were busy years for James. He worked hard to provide for his large family. When the first Stake was organized in the Weber area, Loren Farr was called as Stake President, with James Brown as a counselor. A life size monument to these two men was unveiled on Ogden’s city square on 29 July 1947.
While speaking in the Ogden Tabernacle one Sunday James said: "Within a week I am going on a mission. I do not know whether it will be in the States, to England, or up here in the City Cemetery, but I am going." Within a week, he was dead.
On the 25th of September 1863, while operating a molasses mill near the Weber River, his sleeve got caught in the cogs of the mill, and it drew his arm in. As soon as he could recover his balance, he pulled his arm free, but in a terrible lacerated condition. The muscle was literally torn from his arm. Gangrene soon set in and he suffered intense pain. When some of his friends came to sympathize with him, he replied: "Why this suffering doesn’t compare with that of our Master. Why should I complain, I go with the knowledge and understanding that I will continue in this great work of the Master, whom I have learned to know and love, our Savior, Jesus Christ."
While conversing with his eldest son, John M., he said: "Johnny, if I live until day after tomorrow, I will be sixty-two years old,
and I guess I will about make it." He died on his sixty-second birthday, 30 September 1863, at Ogden, Utah. The same thing that was said of his father would aptly apply to the son: "If ever a good man lived upon the earth, Grandfather Brown was one of them."
Martha Stephens, (first wife) was born 12 October 1806, in Davidson County, North Carolina. She was the daughter of Alexander Stephens and Mary (Polly) Dailey or Daley. She died 28 September 1840, at Kingston, Adams County, Illinois. She was a sister to Daniel Brown’s wife, Elizabeth Stephens.
Susan Foutz, (second wife), was born 14 February 1823, at Franklin County, Pennsylvania. She was the eldest child of Jacob Foutz (1800) and Margaret Mann (1801). She died 18 August 1842. She married James Brown, 25 January 1841, in Adams County, Illinois, by Ezekiel Roberts.
Esther Jones [Roper, widow] (third wife), born 17 January 1811, at Surry County, North Carolina. The Nauvoo Area marriage records lists her as Esther Raper. She was the widow of Robert Roper or Raper. She married James Brown 20 November 1842, at Nauvoo, Hancock County, Illinois. They were married by Stephen Abbott.
Sarah Stedwell [Wood] (wife #4), born 31 March 1814, at Chester, Cayuga County, New York. She died 18 March 1893, at Trenton, Cache County, Utah. She married James Brown 1845. She was married also to: (1) Samuel Woods, (2) James Brown, (3) Ithamar Sprague, (4) Alonzo LeBaron.
Abigail Smith [Abbott, widow] (5th wife), born 11 September 1806, at Williamson, Ontario County, New York, a daughter of James Smith and Lydia Lucinda Harding. She was married first to Stephen Joseph Abbott (1804). She married James Brown 8 February 1846, at Nauvoo, Hancock County, Illinois. After Capt. James Brown married her daughter, Phoebe Abigail Abbott, this wife divorced him. She died 23 July 1889, at Willard, Box Elder County, Utah. No children from this union. Capt. Brown helped take care of Stephen Abbott’s children.
Mary McRae [McRee Black, widow] (6th wife), was born 28 October 1829, at Copiah County, Mississippi. She was married (1) George Black, and had one son. She married Capt. James Brown 16 July 1846, at Council Bluffs, Pottawattamie County, Iowa, on the day he was inducted into the Mormon Battalion. She accompanied the Battalion as far as Santa Fe, then returned with her husband by way of Pueblo, Colorado. She was the daughter of Dr. Charles William McRae and Mary Corkins. She died 1 November 1907, at Ogden, Weber County, Utah, and is buried on the lot with her husband, Capt. Brown in the Ogden City Cemetery.
Phoebe Abigail Abbott (7th wife), born 18 May 1831, at Hornellsville, Steuben County, New York, a daughter of Stephen Joseph Abbott and Abigail Smith. Her mother was Capt. Brown’s 5th wife, but Abigail Smith divorced James Brown when he married this daughter. Phoebe married (2) 9 October 1866, William Nicol Fife, her younger sister’s husband. She died 9 January 1914, at Thatcher, Graham County, Arizona. She was married to Capt. James Brown 17 October 1850, at Ogden, Utah.
Children: (All born at Ogden, Weber County, Utah)
Cecelia Henrietta Cornue [Robellaz, widow] (8th wife), was born 17 May 1825, at Corcellas Neuchatel, Switzerland. She was a daughter of David Francois Cornue and Henrietta Egalite Baulard. She married (1) Charles Francois Robellaz. He died crossing the plains. She married (2) Capt. James Brown, 26 December 1854, at Salt Lake City, Utah by President Brigham Young in his office. After the death of Capt. Brown, she gave her two children to one of his other wives, and returned to Switzerland to care for her ailing parents. She never returned to America. She died 14 September 1882, at Neuchatel, Switzerland. She was sealed to her first husband 27 March 1857 in the Salt Lake Endowment House.
Children: (All born at Ogden, Weber County, Utah)
Mary Woolerton (9th wife), born 30 March 1814, at Stockport, Cheshire, England. She sailed for America 12 March 1854 for the port of New Orleans, Louisiana, on the ship, "John M. Wood". She was probably in one of the companies that Capt. Brown led to Zion from New Orleans. They married 7 February 1855, in Salt Lake City, Utah. The marriage was performed by Heber C. Kimball. She was the daughter of John and Mary Wollerton. They had no children.
Darthula Catherine Shupe (10th wife), born 27 December 1834, at Wythe County, Virginia. She was the eldest daughter of Andrew Jackson Shupe and Elizabeth Creager. She married Capt. Brown, 17 February 1856, at Salt Lake City, Utah. She gave her birthdate at 1838 when she was sealed to James Brown. Shupe family records indicates it was 1834. She died 3 March 1911. No children from this union.
Lovina Mitchell (11th wife), born 22 July 1837, at Sheffield, York, England, a daughter of Hezekiah Mitchell and Sarah Mallinson. She married Capt. Brown, 7 September 1856, in Salt Lake City, Utah. They were later sealed in the Endowment House, 27 March 1857, by Heber C. Kimball. She married (2) 20 January 1865, John Horrocks. She died 16 March 1905. She was baptized 4 July 1847.
Harriet Wood (12th wife), born 21 December 1834, at Kirtland, Lake County, Ohio, a daughter of Daniel Wood (1800) and Mary Snider (1803). She married James Brown, 17 September 1859. She was sealed to him in the Endowment House, 19 September 1861, by Daniel H. Wells, Brigham Young was a witness. She was married previously 22 November 1853, to Hiram John Yancey, born 31 December 1832, a son of Hiram John Yancey and Elizabeth Pratt. She married (3) 9 January 1871, David Lewis. No children of this union. She died 22 December 1873, at Bountiful, Davis County, Utah.
Maria Mitchell (13th wife), born 14 April 1843, at Sheffield, York, England, a daughter of Hezekiah Mitchell and (1) Sarah Mallinson. She was a sister to Lovina Mitchell, wife number 11. She married Capt. James Brown, 19 September 1861, in the Salt Lake Endowment House. The sealing was performed by Daniel H. Wells, with Brigham Young as a witness. She married (2) Edward Gregory Horrocks, 4 June 1864, after the death of Capt. Brown. She died 19 February 1923. No children. Her family records indicate that she was born at Liverpool, Lancashire, England, and not at Sheffield, York, as her sister was born at Sheffield.
*A granddaughter of George David Black gives us this insight into the life of this step-son of Capt. James Brown. Lillian Felt of Brigham City, Utah, tells us that Mary McRee lost her husband and a number of children from an epidemic while living at Nauvoo. She was left with only one child, George David Black. She took this child to Brigham Young and told him that this was the only child she had left and she did not want to lose him. Their family history stated that Brigham Young took the little boy down to the Mississippi River and baptized him, then sealed him up against all sickness and disease. He came on to Utah with Capt. James Brown and lived in Ogden, Utah. He was later asked to help colonize the area of Oxford, Idaho. He married and had thirteen children, but never had a sick day in his life. In later life, he was killed in an accident.Return to Table of Contents
E. Notes on the 1772 Will of William BROWN:
Transcribed by Kristine A. Card 8 August 1985
This will is in the State Archives in Raleigh, North Carolina.
The will is in good condition. The paper is a light brown color and the ink is dark brown, but it is very readable. The will was folded in half right along the line which reads "I give and bequeath to my daughter Margaret Brown one Cow and one year old lamb and". The ink on this line is much more faded than the rest of the document, but it is still readable. However, it is easy to see how the line could be missed if not studied with care.
The will was obviously written by a scribe and William Brown signed with his mark. The mark is visible between the words William and Brown with the word his over it and the word mark below. The mark is difficult to describe. There is a strong slanted line as in the letter X from upper right to lower left. The cross the other direction is very short and faint above the line of the other diagonal and below is looped and bent.
Almost every word was readable. The few words that were questionable I have marked with a question mark in brackets following the word, like this [?]. Also in one instance the word my was written where I believe he meant may. I have put may in brackets following my. I have done the same with Being [been].
I have kept all spellings as they are in the original document and capitalizations as best I could determine. I have preserved all line divisions; because his lines are longer than mine, I have indented all continuations. There were no indentations in the original.
After the final word in the first paragraph, following, there is a broken line (dashes) from the end of the word to the right edge of the paper; likewise after the word distributed in the next sentence. At the end of each sentence that begins "I give and bequeath" there is a solid line from the last word to the right edge of the paper.
The word Seal after the name of William Brown is encircled with small, continuous arches, each interior point looped in a small circle. The best description I can think of is an elementary drawing of a cloud.
After the names of witnesses John Bentley and John Northen, there is something written in very small letters. It looks like the two are identical, and I believe both begin with the letter I, but that is all I could determine.
In the Name of god Amen I William Brown of the County of Roann in
I will that all my Just Debts be Justly payd before my Estate be
I give and bequeath to my well beloved wife Margret Brown my
I give and bequeath to my daughter Charity Robson one shilling
I give and bequeath to my daughter hannah Elliot one shilling
I give and bequeath to my son William Brown one Cow and that is
I give and bequeath to my son John Brown one sorril hors and that
I give and bequeath to my son James Brown one horse Colt and that
I give and bequeath to my daughter Constant wynn one Cow and that
I give and bequeath to my daughter Susannah Brown one Cow and
I give and bequeath to my duaghter Elizabeth Brown one Cow and
I give and bequeath to my daughter Margret Brown one Cow and on
I give and bequeath to my grandaughter Margret Brown the daughter
and the Remainder of my Estate If there be any left I leave unto
I do hearby through the love and goodwill I Bear to my well
Sind Seald and acknoledged in the
F. Daniel BROWN (James 2, William 1)
Daniel was the youngest child of James and Mary (Polly) Williams Brown. He was born 30 June 1804, in Rowan County, North Carolina. As a young man he worked hard on his father’s farm. His father died 27 March 1823. Daniel took over the management of the family farm.
He married 8 October 1823, in Davidson County, Elizabeth Stephens, who was born 10 February 1809, in Rowan County, North Carolina, a daughter of Alexander Stephens and Mary (Polly) Dailey. She was the younger sister to Martha, who had married Daniel’s brother, James, just seven months before.
Mary (Polly) Williams Brown, Daniel’s mother died about 1827. Daniel and his wife continued to live on the family farm until 1 October 1831, during which time he had the misfortune of having two homes burned to the ground. One home burned in 1824, and the other in 1831. It was after the latter disaster occurred that he resolved to try his luck in some other country. On the 6th of October 1831, he left North Carolina and traveled northward to Illinois. Besides his own family, he took Alexander and John Stephens, two of his wife’s brothers, both single men, his two unmarried sisters, Mary (Polly) and Nancy, and a nephew, Homer Jackson, his sister Susan’s son.
They traveled by team and wagon through the states of Virginia, Kentucky, Indiana and on into Morgan County, in western Illinois. In this place he secured an old log school house on the 18th of December, and to support his family he chopped and split rails through the winter.
When spring came, Daniel left his family on the 10th of March 1832, and crossed over the Illinois River into Schuyler County, which was at that time rather wild and uninhabited. There was an abundance of wild animals such as the panther, black and grey wolf, deer, raccoon, opossum, and a great many turkeys.
There was a great amount of fertile land that was vacant. Daniel, being naturally inclined to a hunter’s life, resolved to select himself a home in this wilderness. He selected a spot about one and a half miles from the Illinois River and went to work constructing a cabin. He then returned to Morgan County and moved his family to their new home on the 15th of April.
With the help of the family he cleared about 80 acres and planted a small orchard. In addition to the cabin, they built a large barn, stables, and other out houses. He wrote back to his family and friends in North Carolina such glowing accounts of his new home that he induced his brother, James, to come with his family. Two of his other sisters also joined them. James settled about 25 miles from the home of his brother, Daniel. This was in the year 1833.
The country in Western Illinois was then wild, with very few inhabitants. The climate was also somewhat unhealthy, thus it was with great difficulty that he and his wife succeeded in making a home and gathering
about them the comforts of life.
They were frontier settlers, and while they had their pick of the land, they also had to endure the hardships and privations of a new country. There were no churches or schoolhouses nearer than ten miles from the Brown home. Grist mills and blacksmith shops were also equally distant. Thus, the family was reared without the advantages of schools, or of church-going religious training. However, they were thoroughly acquainted with border life, with hunting, fishing, and all the sports indulged in by hardy pioneers, and even, as his son James stated: "We learned to shake terribly from the ague, and burn with fever spells, while we were dosed with quinine and calomel, and had enormous doctor bills to pay." 3
In their daily living, they trained horses and cattle to work, stocked their own plows, made their own harrows, rakes and forks, braided their own whips from the pelts of wild animals which they had learned to dress, raised their own honey, and made their own sugar, supplementing their income by selling the same. They had a good sugar orchard, and plenty of wild fruit and nuts for the gathering.
As the first settlers of new countries are more or less subject to the dangers from outlaws, wild beasts, and savage men, they found it important to be well armed, and on the alert day and night to defend life and liberty. Thus, they learned the use of firearms and the tomahawk. Daniel was an expert with the old Kentucky rifle, and some of his boys were not far behind him. He trained them to shoot with a rising sight, to keep cool, and always have their powder dry, with plenty of it. He also taught them to tell the truth, an used to say: "Be honest, stand up for your rights, and fight for your country and friends." 4
In the year 1835, people began to settle around the Brown Family, then the circuit riders, as the ministers were called, commenced to call around and hold meetings in private homes. They were the Baptists, Freewill-Baptists, Methodists, Campbellites, and others. From 1836 to 1838, some small churches and schoolhouses were built. The children received very little schooling at this time, however, because of the urgent need for them on the farm during the summer. Then in the winter, the boys were engaged in getting out timber and hauling to market the farm products.
In 1839, Schuyler County was divided, and the family farm was now in Brown County. Perhaps it was named after Daniel’s family, as they were certainly among the first inhabitants of the area.
Sometime in the late 1830’s, they began to hear about false prophets, a new religion, miracles, money-diggers, thieves, liars, miracle-workers, deceivers, witches, speaking in tongues and interpretation of the same, walking on the water, and visits from angels. As time went on, all of these things were combined to form a grand excuse for raising mobs to expel the new church from the borders of civilization. Then came news
of murder, rapine, house burning, and destruction of town and cities in Missouri. There were also great "showers" of stars in the firmament about this time. On popular rumor, and from hearing only one side of the story, almost everybody decided that such a previously unheard of people as the Mormons ought to be shot or burned at the stake. This was the sentiment to be found on every hand. As a culmination of these things came the tidings that the Missourians had driven the Mormons from their state into Illinois. A little later on, a Latter-day Saint, named, Elder Jacob Foutz entered the neighborhood of Daniel’s brother, James. This Elder converted James and his wife, and several neighbors. This Elder was brought by James to preach to other members of the Brown Family. 5
An historian in Capt. James Brown’s family has recorded this meeting with the Mormon Elders in the following manner:
"In the spring of 1839, after the Latter-day Saints had been expelled from Missouri, they began to settle in Adams County, in western Illinois. The principles which that peculiar people taught were first declared to James Brown by two Mormon Elders at a meeting held in Dunkard, in the same county. After the meeting was over, James said to Elders Jacob Foutz and David Evans: ‘Gentlemen, if that is the doctrine which the Mormons believe in and teach, I want you to come and preach in my house’. The invitation was accepted and an appointment was made for the Elders to hold a meeting at Mr. Brown’s house on Sunday, two weeks from that day. With the appointed time came Elders Jacob Foutz and Tarlton Lewis. They held a meeting at the time and place agreed upon, after which Elder Foutz baptized James Brown and his wife and four of their children. This occurred in the early part of June 1839." 6
After his baptism, James lost no time in carrying the ‘glad tidings of great joy’, as he expressed it, to his younger brother, Daniel, and his sisters, Mary (Polly), Nancy, Martha (Patsy), and Obedience, all of whom were living in Illinois.
Elder Foutz was given permission to preach in the schoolhouse about three miles from Daniel’s home. This was in the fall of 1840. The news spread like a prairie fire that the Mormons had come to preach on Friday.
At the first meeting held by the Mormons, the building was pretty well filled. Some attended with the thought that after the services were over, they would tar and feather the Elder and ride him out on a rail. Others were going to confound him, and still others wanted to see the fun, they said.
The preacher was a plain-spoken man of about 35 to 40 years of age, of German descent. He was plainly dressed, and without the urbane polish which ministers usually have. When he began his discourse, he raised up very calmly and deliberately and read from Matt. 7: 15-20, (Beware of false prophets…by their fruits ye shall know them, etc.) He spoke from that text and corroborating passages of scripture, supporting his address. Some of the people said they did not want to mob a man
who preached like that, while others sniffed their noses and tried to get up a sneering laugh, but failed. The Elder was invited to Daniel’s sister’s home and was granted permission to preach on Sunday in their oak grove. Elizabeth, Daniel’s wife joined the church in 1840, and was baptized by Jacob Foutz, the same man who had converted James Brown. In 1842, Daniel also became converted and asked for baptism. He was baptized by Eden Smith. 
The Brown Family owned a pet deer that the children loved very much. One day a bulldog, owned by the family, caught it by the nose. Daniel’s second son, James S., tried to get the dog off and was beat up, being lacerated considerably when the frightened deer kicked and tore off most of his clothes. Soon after this, the deer was followed in the woods near the house by a large buck, which Daniel shot. The animals shoulder was broken, and again James S. followed it to the millpond and sprang into the water to hold it. As he seized its horn, the buck, which had a firm footing threw him around, lacerating his left hand. For a time his life was in peril, but he struggled and finally used his pocketknife on the animal’s throat. Some time after this episode, a man named John Boss shot and wounded a big buck near the Brown home. It being night, he came to the house for assistance. Daniel and his son, James, went out to help. The dogs reached the buck, which charged on them, Daniel and James caught the buck’s hind feet. It kicked free of them, and they had a close call, but no one was hurt. They finally secured the game.
During July, 1844, the news reached the Brown Family that the Prophet Joseph Smith and his brother, Hyrum, had been assassinated in the Carthage jail, by a mob. They also heard that the Mormons had been ordered to leave the state. Many rumors abounded and there was great excitement.
Daniel’s brother, James, had been on a mission in North Carolina at this time, but he returned as soon as he had heard that the Prophet had been killed. When he arrived in Illinois, he called on his brother, Daniel, and asked him to accompany him back to Missouri to avenge the death of the prophet by shooting Governor L. W. Boggs, the man who had issued the extermination order for the Mormons. He and Daniel, both expert marksmen, took their rifles and horses and head for Missouri. After riding all night, James began to feel very uneasy and said to his brother, "I feel we should stop and kneel down and pray." They dismounted and knelt in prayer. During the prayer a voice from heaven spoke to them and said: "Vengeance is mine, and I will repay, return to your homes in peace!" The two brothers mounted their horses and returned to their homes in Illinois.
Shortly after this, Daniel called a family meeting to consider what to do. It was a great venture to start out with a large family on a journey of a thousand miles or more into an unknown wilderness, among savage tribes; so after long discussion of the matter, it was decided to be too great an undertaking at this particular time. It was regarded as inadvisable to take the chance of starving to death in the wilderness. Besides, property was very low, and it seemed folly to sell a good home at so great a sacrifice.
When this decision was reached, Daniel turned to his children and asked them each what they thought of it. As he turned to James, he said: "Well Jimmy, what do you think about it?" The answer was quick and determined, "Where the Mormons go, he’d go, and where they died he would die. This rather surprised the other members of the family as James had not as yet become a member of the church. They tried to discourage him by saying that the Mormons probably wouldn’t have him, or that he would probably starve on the way, but their persuasions only tended to fix the idea more firmly in the mind of young James. Realizing that their persuasion wouldn’t work, Daniel ordered him to keep quiet, saying he would be thrashed if he talked of leaving home. This closed the discussion, for in those days a thrashing was a great panacea for disobedience, whether at home or in the school room. 8
James said no more at the time, but later confided to his mother that he would soon be missing, as he was getting ready to go with the Mormons, and should hide if searched for, even if he had to go off among the Indians. His mother was convinced that he would go, and her heart was so touched that she could not withhold his secret from her husband. Daniel had also become convinced that his son, James, was fully determined to carry through with his plans.
One evening, soon afterwards, James overheard his parents talking the matter over. The father said it would break up the family if they did not move west, for Jim certainly would go; They were satisfied that the Mormon doctrines were true, and that perhaps they should make an effort to sell out and move. This conversation, which James overhead, filled his heart with joy.
When morning came, Daniel set out to buy oxen, and was successful. He also sold the farm, but reserved the crop, as he had to wait until after the harvest for part of his pay for the land. He thought that by fitting out two good teams, and providing wagons and tools, he could take his brother-in-law, Alexander Stephens, his two unmarried sisters, and his son James and have them go out into Iowa, where they could put in some corn and build a cabin or two. The plan was that Alexander and James could stay and do the rest of the work while Daniel returned home to bring the rest of the family along to the new location after the harvest was completed. They would then all go on together and follow the church as best they could until a resting place was found.
The way new seemed open. Daniel felt encouraged, and all went well until a few days before it was time for them to start. James was stricken down with fever and ague. He shook and chilled every other day until the first of May, at which time all was ready for moving. Efforts were made to persuade the boy not to go and that one of the other brothers should go in his place, but James would not hear of that. James heard his father talk the matter over with his mother, and said: "We will have to let him go, for he will not be satisfied without, but he will get enough of it when he has had a few day, and has camped out and shaken a few times with the ague." The boy thought to himself, "You are mistaken, Father, for I would rather die than be
For a clear picture of the trip into Iowa Territory, James gives us his version of the journey as follows:
"May 1, 1846, was a pleasant day, and we made our start for Nauvoo, passing through Versailles to a point some ten miles from home to the first night’s camp. I was encouraged to think I had kept so well, but about ten o’clock the second day I began to shake, and my teeth fairly to crack. I prayed earnestly to the Lord to heal me. I was quite weak, and all thought me very sick. But that was the last shake I had, for I began to get well from that time.
It was on the fourth of May, I believe, that we reached Nauvoo, having passed through Mount Sterling, the county seat of Brown County, also through Carthage, where the Prophet Joseph Smith and his brother, the Patriarch, Hyrum Smith, had been assassinated. We found the roads so muddy and such hard traveling that we did not make more that fifteen miles a day. When we came in sight of the temple at Nauvoo, our hearts were filled with mingled joy and sorrow. Joy that we had seen the temple of the Lord, and sorrow that the saints had been so cruelly drive from it. As we passed through the city, we saw many houses which had been abandoned. Indeed, the city itself seemed almost deserted. At some of the houses stood covered wagons, into which people were packing goods preparatory to their flight into the wilderness.
Looking westward across the great Mississippi River, we saw long trains of wagons strung out over the high rolling prairie. The country was new, and the roads muddy, so we rested three or four days, visiting the temple and viewing the city that was beautiful for situation, but now was left with few inhabitants. Everything in and about the city that formerly hummed with industry and life now was lonely, saddened, and forlorn, and silent, but for the preparations for flight by the remnant therein.
About the 8th of May we crossed the great ‘father of waters’, and joined the ‘rolling kingdom’ on its westward journey. We found friends and acquaintances, made up a company of our own, and passed and were repassed on the trip. Climbing an eminence from which we looked east and west, covered wagons could be seen as far as the eye could see. The teams were made up of oxen, milch cows, two-year-old steers and heifers, and very few horses and mules. The teamsters were of both sexes, and comprised young and old. The people who could walk, did so, and many were engaged in driving loose stock.
Hundreds of teams stuck in the mud, and we had to double-up, and help one another out. Many times we had to wade in mud half to our knees and lift our wagons out of the mud. In this the women not infrequently would join their husbands and sons, and the old adage came true in numerous instances, ‘women for a dead lift’. When they plunged into the mud and put their shoulders to the wheels, the men were urged to do double effort, and the wagons always rolled out and onward at a rate of twelve to fifteen miles per day.
At every creek we found campers, some repairing wagons, yokes, chains, etc., doctoring sick cattle, washing clothes, or helping forward friends whose teams were weak. In all this there was excellent order, for the camps were organized in a general way by tens, fifties, and hundreds. Peace and harmony prevailed all along the line. Evening prayers were attended to in each camp. There was much singing, mostly of sacred hymns or sentimental songs; and from no quarter could coarse songs be heard. Sometimes the camp would meet in a sociable dance in the evenings, to drive dull care away; and there was always good order and the most perfect friendship and peace.
The camps were instructed not to kill game of any kind to waste its flesh; they were not even to kill a snake on the road, for it was their calling to establish peace on earth, and good will toward man and beast. Thus all went on in peace and order.
At one of the headwaters of the Grand River in Iowa, we found some hundreds of people putting in gardens and field crops of corn and potatoes. A few cabins had been built, so father and our party decided to stop here. We put in a few acres of corn and garden stuff, then father returned to Illinois to bring up the rest of the family, leaving my Uncle, Alexander Stephens, and myself to look after the crop and stock, which we did faithfully.
About the 6th of July we heard that President Brigham Young and several of the twelve apostles had returned from the most advanced companies, and that there would be a meeting held in the white oak grove, which was the usual meeting place. The meeting would be held the next day. There was also a rumor in camp that a government recruiting officer had come to enlist volunteers, for the United States had declared war against Mexico.
Of course this latter tiding was a great surprise, as the Mormons had been denied protection against mob violence and had been forced beyond the borders of civilization in the United States, and our camps were stretched out in an Indian country, from the Mississippi River to the Missouri. Surprised as we were at the government’s demand, we were still more so to think that our leaders would entertain for a moment the idea of encouraging compliance therewith. Yet, rumor said that President Young and the prominent men with him had come as recruiting officers as well.
All who could be spared from the tents were eager to go to the white oak grove, and there we learned that the rumors were true. The United States Government demanded that a battalion of five hundred men be raised by the Mormon Church, then fleeing from mob violence for the want of protection by that government whose right and duty it was to protect them. The men of the moving camp were required to leave their families in the wilderness, almost unprotected, and go to a foreign land to fight their country’s battles.
But, wonders never cease, the leading men among the Mormons, that is,
Brigham Young, Heber C. Kimball, Wilford Woodruff, and others of the Twelve Apostles stood before the people and called for volunteers to engage in the Mexican War, saying that the five hundred men must be raised if it took the whole strength of the camp to do it. If the young men would not enlist, the middle aged and old men would, said President Young, the demands of our country should be met if it took the Twelve Apostles and the High Priests to do it.
At the close of the meeting there were many who were enthused, while others appeared confused and did not seem to catch the spirit of the matter. I was not yet a member of the church, but all the old stories of the war of the Revolution and that of 1812, with the later Black Hawk Indian Wars, bright in my memory, made the spirit of the patriots awaken within me, and although I was averse to war and bloodshed, I had a desire to serve my country in any legitimate way. Yet, I felt that, as I was under age, and as my Uncle, Alexander Stephens had decided to enlist, the responsibilities of my father’s affairs now rested with me.
My uncle and I were standing by the roadside talking over the situation when along came Ezra T. Bensen, who had recently been selected as one of the Twelve Apostles. With him was Richmond Louder, one of my associates from boyhood, and Matthew Caldwell. Richmond and I had previously talked about being baptized together. He said they were going down to attend to that sacred ordinance, and invited me to accompany them. I was very happy to join them. We went to the south fork of the Grand River, and with Uncle Alexander Stephens as a witness, we were baptized. This was on the 7th of July 1846. We then went to the house of General Charles C. Rich, where we were confirmed, I think under the hands of Elders Willard Richards and Ezra T. Benson, in the presence of President Brigham Young and others of the Twelve Apostles.
This done, the happiest feeling of my life came over me. I thought I would to God that all the inhabitants of the earth could experience what I had done as a witness of the Gospel. It seemed to me that, if they could see and feel as I did, the whole of humankind would join with us in one grand brotherhood, and the universe would be prepared for the great millennial morn.
When we returned to camp, my aunts partook of the same feeling that had filled me. Then I got the spirit to enlist, and after a short consultation with those most concerned, they advised me to lay the matter before brother, Ezra T. Benson. Accordingly, I went to him the next morning with my Uncle Alexander, and told Elder Benson my feelings, and the responsibility that I had that was left with me by my father. Elder Benson said the Spirit’s promptings to me were right, and I had started right. He told me to go on, saying that I would be blessed and my father would find no fault with me, his business would not suffer, and I would never be sorry for the action I had taken, or for my enlistment. Every word he said to me has been fulfilled to the very letter.
Uncle Alexander and I then went to a tent where men were giving in their names, and were enrolled as members of the historic Mormon Battalion." 9
As a more complete account of the struggles that young James S. Brown had with the Mormon Battalion is already in print in his autobiography, it will not be included here.
When Daniel returned with his family, after harvesting the crops, he was very unhappy that his son, James and his brother-in-law, Alexander, had left with the Mormon Battalion. He wintered at this place near the headwaters of the Grand River until 25 April 1847, then they left their little home on the plains and headed for Winter Quarters, where the other saints were camped.
Daniel arrived at Winter Quarters with a chip on his shoulder. He was unhappy with the Church because they had taken his son away from him without permission. He met Brigham Young, who seeing all the load of supplies that the Brown’s had, started to tell Daniel whom he should share with. This was too much for Daniel, and an argument ensued. This embittered him to the point that he refused to go on any farther. He decided to scout around the area of Western Iowa with the thought of securing a homestead where he could move his family and settle down on his own.
It was over twelve years before the Brown family saw their son and brother, James, again. In a letter that Daniel wrote to James in 1854, he explains some of the reasons for his bitterness with the church. His letter follows:
Calhoun (Iowa) April 16th 1854
It is with feelings of joy that I address you these few lines hoping they will meet you in good health and spirits. We received your kind and welcome letter on the 10th of this month and were very happy to hear that you was well, as thank the Lord, it leaves us all at present, but it leaves me with a throbbing heart as it has ever since you left. If you ever live to have the feelings for a child, as I have for you, you will feel different to what you do. Under the present circumstances, my situation and care of my little ones at home has tied me fast, but if you had been situated where you could not return, I should have come to see you, be where you would. I have always, always recommended you for being true to the cause you have embraced, but I think your lot has been made a hard one giving you no chance for enjoyment in this life, taking you away from me when you were under my protection, as they should not have done and has made a complete slave of you ever since. All going to grandise themselves. Why not Brigham Young’s son go through the same campaign as you have. That is coming a visit if no more, not knowing how long I have yet to remain on this earth. My greatest desire about all things else, is to see you once more. Whenever on the bed of affliction my pillow is wet day in and day out, ever since you left, for the loss of your society. When I am up well and working around, I pass off the time better. I have not heard from Wilson since last August. I received a letter from Omer (Homer) Jackson, Shastity City, California,
the same day I received yours. It was dated the 6th of February. He was well and doing well. James left Shasity City and started back for Illinois that same day. I also received a letter the same day from David Brown, he is in Oregon, and was all well. I have not heard anything from Amons for the last year. Eleazer Davies and Family are well, and William and his family are well. The things you sent for if there is any chance they will be on hand, and I shall write again to you in the course of a month. Direct your next letter to Calhoun, Harrison County, the post office is now kept in my house. I must conclude with all our kind loves to you. May God bless. We remain your affectionate Father and Mother, Daniel - Elizabeth Brown
From the History of Harrison County, Iowa, by Joe. H. Smith, we have an interesting insight into the struggles that this pioneer had when he had to depend upon nature and his own wits for self preservation. In most cases the wording of Mr. Smith has been left unchanged to add variety and a more extensive viewpoint of the life of Grandfather Brown.
"There is some controversy as to who was the first settler in Harrison County, Iowa. Some say that the grand old pioneer, Daniel Brown, who for more than a quarter of a century lived at Calhoun, and died there in 1875, was and is entitled to the honor; but others equally as confident assert that this right belongs to Uriah Hawkins.
It must be conceded that old Uncle Dan Brown was the first white man to select a claim in the county, but as he, soon after the selection, returned to Florence, Nebraska, and stayed at that place until the following spring, and then moved his family to and permanently settled on the claim so selected aforesaid, he, during the time of his absence, was not a squatter or settler. Brown’s selection was made in the month of June 1847, and settlement was perfected on the 7th of April 1848.
It was impossible for anyone to obtain title to his land before the latter part of the year 1852, from the fact that the government had no surveys completed of these lands prior to that time.
The first land purchased from the U.S. Government was that sold to Daniel Brown, for one dollar and twenty five cents per acre, at the Council Bluff’s land office, in December 1852. This was the eighty acre tract upon which Brown later platted the village of Calhoun.
Those familiar with the history of the county at this time will call to mind the difficulties experienced by that sect of people, zealous in many other respects than good works, were by force of circumstances compelled to change base, and as a result of complications in the ‘Sucher State’, they made their exit from the place above named, and journeyed from thence toward the setting of the sun. While in this transitory state the cloud by day was removed and pillar of fire by night extinguished, when the body of the vanguard reached Council Bluffs. Here a revelation was had from the headquarters of the Mormon
God, that they should tarry on this border of the promised land—this Pisgah top, until further directed by Brigham Young and God. (Let it be understood that Brigham Young, instead of occupying a 4th class place in the adorable quadruple, was the 1st personage.) Reaching this place they immediately set about preparing for the coming winter, and this resulted in the building of Kanesville, the Mormon name by which this energetic city was known in baptism. This place was made the headquarters of the Mormon Church and as a result the 6,000 people spread over the counties of Pottawattamie, Harrison, Shelby, Mills and Fremont during the fall and succeeding spring.
In the summer of the year 1847, the ‘onward to the land of Promise’, was promptly telephoned from the counsels of heaven to the great high priest, Brigham, and they who were most worthy were assembled and informed of this revelation. They soon folded their tents and rapidly took their departure to the anticipated rest of the saints, in the basin of the Great Salt Lake. From 1847 to 1852, there was a sufficiency of this peculiar element left in these counties above named to control all elections, Harrison County, as well as the others. (One would almost presume that Mr. Smith might have been defeated in an election by the Mormon population.)
Prior to 1850, few of these squatters on lands west of the Boyer River lived in this area, but some lived through all the groves, and on the skirts of timber around all the groves, on that part east of the Boyer, the Boyer. In this particular area that now comprises Harrison County, the wayward Mormon was a prominent factor. The fact is, that from 1849 to 1852, at each year, the population of the county during this time was more than half greater than in 1853 and 1854. When the ‘onward to the Promised Land’ was had and received, they obeyed with more alacrity than did the Israelites in leaving the plague-stricken land of Egypt.
At the time of the Mormon exodus from this county, the claims of these religious ‘squatters’ were on the market, and the sale thereof was a matter determined by the claimant. That they were on the ‘go’, and ‘go’ they would, led many who happened to be in this part of the state at that time to purchase these claims at their own offering. Without question, this location was as good as any between this and the setting of the sun; but religious enthusiasm prompted this people to be at the side and under the special teachings of their prophet, hence, they like one of old, as respects their teacher said and acted ‘Entreat me not to leave thee, or to return from following after thee, for wither thou goest, I will go, and where thou lodgest, I will lodge; thy people shall be my people, and thy God my God; where thou diest will I die; and there will I be buried."
In the spring of 1852, thirty three families left Harris Grove and journeyed towards the promised land, which was a rapid depopulation of this part of the county. It must be remembered that the Mormon family, when completed, was not a ‘society family’ of the present status, that is, one child, but to be a child of Mormon parents was
the 1/15th or 1/20th of the family unit. The little olive plants or the arrows in the quiver of familyship were numerous, and indicated a strict obedience to the command, ‘Be fruitful and multiply and replenish the earth’.
The civilized American eye of the native-born citizen has never been educated to the sight of beholding the mother or sister harnessed in both breast and back straps and pulling in handcarts like beasts of burden. But this was no uncommon sight in the days of 1858-59, when they swarmed into this country from England, Wales, parts of Scotland, Holland and other European Countries.
Daniel Brown, upon settling on his claim about the 7th of April 1848, was not the sort of personage who permitted the affairs of life to cumber his liberty to any extensive degree, and since he was the first white settler west of the Boyer River, I will take the liberty at this time to give the reader a short biographical ketch of this old pioneer from the time of his location here until the time of his death. This warmhearted old pioneer, having quarreled with the Prophet, Brigham Young, in the spring of 1847, and being of that fearless disposition that would not brook insult from the King, President or Prophet, at the date last named, while the Mormons were in Winter Quarters, at Florence City, just north of Omaha, and west of the old village of Cresent City in Pottawattamie County, in this State severed his Connections with this peculiar people and struck out his own hook to seek a new home for himself and family where he could enjoy greater freedom. To this end he and a few others started out on a tour of exploration, crossing the Missouri Bottoms on the left bank, at which time a bridge had not been built upon any streams between that place and the north pole.
How to cross these streams, when the same were swollen to the extent that they were as full as the banks would hold, was the question, but the ingenuity of the pioneer is nearly always equal to the occasion; so fastening a large dry log, one to each side of the wagon, and then forcing the oxen to swim the river, the driver swimming by the side of the team to give proper direction, brought the craft safely to shore on the side required. In this manner the Pigeon and Boyer Rivers were crossed, and the party shortly after their start, camped in Harrison County, at or very near the place where now the residence of Mr. Tim O’Conner, in section 35, township 79, range 43, at the place where the little stream now known by the classic name of ‘Hog Creek’ emerges from the bluffs and enters the Boyer bottom. At the time of going to the camp the sun was a little more than a hour high, and Uncle Dan wishing to have some venison for supper, shouldered his rifle and passed out from the camp a short distance, and in less than one hour had killed five large, fat deer, and as he has frequently said: ‘It wa’nt a very good time for deer neither.’
From this camp they passed up the Boyer valley and came to the present site of Logan, Iowa, at which place they halted and expressed themselves as never having seen so beautiful a situation in all their lives, but supposing that there was better then this elsewhere, they
followed up the Boyer until they came to the lands on which Woodbine is now situated, and being highly pleased with this location, thought they were getting too far inland; they struck across the Willow Valley and followed this down to the place where this stream enters the Missouri bottom, and there felt satisfied that they had struck the place, for ‘which they long had sought and mourned because they’d fount it not’, but having found this, they were wholly satisfied, that this of all places, was the place.
Here Mr. Brown staked out his claim and immediately went to work building a shanty, getting out rails and preparing a place for his family to be properly housed, when they should be brought to this newly discovered ‘Eden’ in the spring following. 10
It was January 1848, that Daniel Brown made his second trip to this county, (Harrison), and built a log cabin and split some rails with which to fence his land. There were many things to be done in preparing a place for his family to be properly housed, when they should be brought to this newly discovered ‘Eden’ the following spring. Three months later, during Feb. 1848, his daughter, Mary who had married Lyman J. Hammond, was taken ill at Florence, Nebraska, where the family still remained. It was on this account that he went back to Winter Quarters. Mary died 22 February 1848, at the age of 21 from measles. Her husband left their little four year old son, Daniel Hammond with his grandparents, and returned to Brown County, Illinois. Daniel Brown raised this boy along with his own children. Mary is buried in the Pioneer Cemetery at Winter Quarters where some 500 other pioneers are buried.
The Brown Family remained at Florence for a short time, and in the early spring of 1848, this old pioneer, with transportation in the form of a covered wagon, propelled by two yoke of cattle, his wife and children snugly stowed away under the white canvas with all his other personal effects, headed down this unlimited highway for the ‘palace’ on the Willow, which he had prepared the winter before.
"The incidents of travel across swamp, river and over hill and dale, are the same as before stated, only in this passenger car, the freight is more precious than that of the year before. They soon arrive at this beautiful spot on the table lands of what is now Calhoun, Harrison County, Iowa, and are now masters of their own situation, happier than the Czar of Russia, the Queen of England, or even the President of the United States.
The will power of this old pioneer was always equal to the occasion, but at this time, being 30 miles from any settlement and no neighbors but the treacherous ‘dusky men and sqaws’ of the western prairies, he at times felt a little insecure, not on his own account, but for the safety of his wife and children." 11
"The first child to be born in the county was Daniel’s son, Jerome Brown, born 8 October 1848." 12
The Brown Family planted corn and potatoes, and built a fence around their place, when the meal and flour in the barrel was nearly exhausted Daniel took two of his sons, back to the state of Missouri, 200 miles away to help gather some provisions. They intended to assist the people in gathering in the grain harvest, which was ripe for the sickle. They entered heartily into the labor of gathering and soon had enough to load the wagon down to the guards. As soon as they could, they started back for home again with a good supply of provisions for the hungry ones in the cabin on the Willow River. When they arrived at one of the branches of the Botna, which was bridged by a pole floor, they had difficulty in crossing. It had rained quite hard a little while before, and the team, which consisted of two yoke of oxen, became frightened and began pushing on the yoke. This caused the floor of the bridge to part, and the front yoke, or leaders, slipped through the bridge and hung suspended by their necks until Daniel could grab and ax, and drive the staple out of the wooden yoke, allowing the cattle to fall into the water below, a distance about thirty feet. Daniel was so concerned about the safety of the supplies that he did not think to look after the cattle. When the substitute bridge was repaired, he then began to look around for his leaders, and to his utter astonishment, saw them quietly grazing on the same side of the river on which he and the commissary stores were.
When Daniel and boys reached home with the provisions, they learned that some thieving Indians had visited their place and had entered the cabin, taking for their own use, all the edibles and clothing that had belonged to the family. His family had been subsisting for the past three weeks wholly on milk and young potatoes, the latter being not much larger than hulled walnuts. It seemed that the freedom of the frontier life was providing more freedom than provisions, and the future didn’t look very promising. Daniel asked a few others, who had moved in while he was in Missouri gathering supplies, to help him with a hunt. They went to the mouth of the Little Sioux River where they found an abundance of game. In about two days they had filled their wagons with elk, deer, wild turkeys, and in addition to this, he found about two barrels of wild honey. A portion of this he carted to Kanesville and sold it for a good price, then he exchanged some for cotton domestics, jeans, shoes, groceries, and returned home, it was said, the happiest man in all the broad expanse of the United States.
During this time the Indians were very troublesome and greatly annoyed the settlement, but is wasn’t until 1853, that the Indians and the settlers at Calhoun came to open hostilities.
According to the history of Harrison County by Smith, all the children of Daniel Brown married in the county with the exception of one son, James, who had gone West, and yet at the time that his history of the county was written, there were only two children still living in the county. That was in 1888. Most of the others had gone west. The history states that Daniel Brown was a man of tremendous physical power, and a man upon whom nature had been lavish in the way of intellect. His youth had been spent in his old North Carolina home without any of the advantages of common schools which the boys of the present age possess, yet, in him was a mind far beyond many of those who had in early life
partaken of the birch limb, and small slices of ‘old Kirkham, the Western Calculator, and Olney’s Geography. He was during all the time of the Civil War, one of the most uncompromising friends of the Union, and never could bear to hear anyone, at the time of the very life of the Nation was in peril, say anything against the administration of the sainted Lincoln.
Men of this cast are always needed for pioneer life. Men who never yield to an obstacle and finally never surrender until Father Time with his scythe says, ‘Tis enough, this is the end’. 13
Scarcely had Daniel trodden down the tall prairie grass around his cabin door, when Amos Chase, Ezra Vincent, Dick Johnson, Ira Perjue, E.T. Hardin, and Samuel Coon located within gunshot of him. At the present day the accession of half-dozen families to a neighborhood would create but a small ripple on the surface of society; but circumstances alter cases, and this circumstance was hailed with delight by Brown and his family.
The first marriage where either party to the union resided within Harrison County, was that of William Brown, Daniel’s eldest son, to a young lady of Pattawattamie County, Iowa, in 1849. He married Mary Coon, a daughter of Samuel and Lily Ann Rogers Coon.
The first term of school (private subscription) was taught in the winter of 1849-50, in a log building made for that purpose, on a bluff overlooking the old village platt of Calhoun. Ten scholars were usually in attendance. The Browns and the Allens furnished most of the pupils. Mrs. James Cummings, wife of a Mormon missionary, who at the time was in England, was the teacher". 14
"The year of 1853 became known as the year of the great land rush for land in Western Iowa; and as a result, immigration that year far exceeded all that had been in the five preceding years. Among those entering that year were Solomon Barnett, Peter Barnett, and some forty-four other families. Solomon Barnett’s eldest son later married Lavina Jannett Brown, daughter of William and Mary Coon Brown, she was Daniel’s third grandchild.
The Brown Family and other settlers prior to 1853, were by force of circumstances compelled to go to Collidge’s Mill on the Pigeon River, which was two miles north of the town of Crescent City, or to Coonsville, now Glenwood, in order to have any meal ground by the process now in operation. A biscuit of wheaten bread was a luxury that the parents and children of that generation did not aspire to, and in case there was a delicacy as a loaf of wheat bread or a dish of wheat biscuits set upon the table, the immediate inquiry from the children was ‘Where did this come from?’ or ‘Who has been married?’
Daniel Brown and others have told me many times that the eye taking in the landscape from some little promontory would often see as many as two or three hundred deer at a time.
They would look somewhat like a flock or flocks of sheep, all grazing until some old sentinel should give the
alarm, then the entire herd would flee with the fleetness for which these timid creatures are so noted.
A turkey roast could be had as often as the appetite craved this luxury. The turkey shoot was always one of the favorite sports of the men, Tom Barnett being one of the best shots in his day.
All the homes were open to the strangers and unfortunate; Daniel Brown’s home at Calhoun was constantly, night by night, filled to overflowing during all the winter of 1857; not the poor, unpalatable crust was set before the belated or weary stranger, but always the very best that the larder afforded.
The Omah Indians often caused trouble for the settlers. Daniel Brown, Samuel Coon, and others took part in some of the battles. One of interest is that know as ‘Hamilton’s defeat’. A group of men met at a rallying point and listened attentively to a speech from Mr. Brown, and having counseled as to order of battle, fell into line and marched for the Indians who were not more than four or five miles from this rendezvous. Passing in a northerly direction, they soon saw signs of the enemy, then suddenly, someone in the party, having but little discretion, fired at a deer that spring up and ran across the trail. When the gun was fired, the Indians were seen scampering for the left bank of the Willow River near by. The enemy was soon well entrenched and out of danger.
A fellow named Shadley, who had been boasting earlier that he would out-do all the others in the number of scalps he would hang on his belt, suddenly realized that he was riding a borrowed horse, and if the horse was killed or wounded, he would have to pay for it. He then took a position well in the rear, and when the firing started, he turned his yellow-colored blind mare and made off at the fastest speed possible; but he had not gone over ten rods when his horse stumbled and fell over a gopher hill, leaving Shadley unhorsed. Next, hearing quite a fusillade, it is said he began to pray, and some of the survivors of the battle say that his prayer was in the following words:
‘O, Lord, bless us, bein’ as Ye’re in the habit of doin’ such tricks; Be with us today, something similar as you was with Commodore Perry on Lake Erie, or Mad Anthony Wayne. Brace up Captain Hamilton and stay his men, so that I will have time to get this confounded old yaller mare back to her owner, so that I’ll not have to pay for her, and O, Lord, get me out of this crape and I’ll be dam’d if you’ll ketch me in such another snap; for Jesus sake----whoa! Cleopatra, ye old yaller fool…Amen!
Shadley soon recovered from his unfortunate condition, and mounting old Cleopatra, he broke for the nearest settlement. In his hurry, he wore out the ram rod of his gun in urging the borrowed mare to her greatest speed.
Soon the Indians began to advance, quietly crawling through the tall grass. The men who stood their ground, deemed it imprudent for them to
face the enemy when they were outnumbered six to one, when they too, called a retreat and broke in some confusion for the settlement farther north.
In 1849, six Sioux Indians came to the settlement of Calhoun, and boldly rode off with six horses, two belonging to Daniel Brown, and four belonging to a Mr. Litz, without even thanking the owners for the donation. They were immediately followed by Brown, and one of his sons, and Mr. Litz, but they soon realized that it was madness for three of them to follow six Indians, who were now mounted with relays, and the fighting force of two to one. At this time it was deemed more safe to perform the farm labor with cattle, from the fact that this character of property was not so coveted by the redskins, and because they could not be so rapidly hurried out of the country." 15
From the foregoing account, we can see that the frontier life with all its freedom, offered also a great challenge for the preservation of ones own life.
Daniel’s first four children were born in Davidson County, North Carolina. The next child was born during their short stay in Morgan, County, Illinois. The next six children were born at Brown County, Illinois. They had one set of twins, which they named Daniel and Elizabeth, but little Daniel didn’t live very long. He died at the age of 11 months and was buried in the family apple orchard. The last of two children of Daniel and Elizabeth were born at Calhoun, Harrison County, Iowa. The family finally totaled 13 in number.
On the 14th of December 1854, Daniel’s eldest son, William, died at the age of 30, leaving his wife, Mary Coon Brown, and two small daughters, Margaret Luella, 5 and Lavina Jennett, 2. The latter being the great grandmother of the compiler of this biography.
Correspondence with each other very difficult during the pioneer days as there was no official mail system in operation. One must merely write a letter, then wait until he did find some obliging traveler going that way to deliver the message. Following is a copy of a letter that Daniel wrote to his son, James S. Brown.
Florence (Old Winter Quarters)
N. S. August 26, 1856
On the 20th of October, 1858, Daniel’s son, James stopped at his father’s home on his way to a mission to Western Iowa. On his way to Calhoun, he was overtaken by Clayton Webb and B.H. Denice, his two brothers-in-law. They gave him a ride to the hotel that his parents were keeping. He had not seen his family for nearly twelve years, during which time his eldest brother, William, and his sister, Mary, had died leaving one son behind her. William left two little daughters. James stated that his next younger brother, Wilson, had gone to California. My two next eldest sisters were married and living here in the same town with my father. The eldest of them, Margaret B. Webb, had one daughter, and the other, Nancy B. Denice, had two daughters. He continues: "There were two sisters and one brother I had never seen before, and one brother, Willis, had grown from a little boy to a man. There were two sisters that were little girls when I left, that were now grown women.
My father’s eyes, once keen and black, now have grown dim. He has to lay by his rifle that was once his idol. Now he puts on spectacles, yet he is as stout as he ever was. My poor aged mother, whose blue eyes were so keen and piercing, has now grown pale and weak. She is now aided in her employment by her spectacles. Her countenance has grown pale and she is feeble with the sorrows and cares of this world. She has been a faithful and kind mother of 13 children.
Father and all the rest of the family made no pretentions to religion, my father contended that the Mormon faith was true, but said that it was too straight for him. Father, Mother, my eldest brother and sister had all belonged to the church and enjoyed the spirit of the gospel, but through the cares of this world, they have all grown cold and now there is none of them that pretends to belong to the faith save it is mother and Willis, who had renewed their faith by rebaptism, within the last 12 months. 16
When James first went to the hotel that his parents were keeping, his father was not at home, so he ate with them as a stranger, and did not make himself known until after the evening meal was served. At the table that evening, James found out that the young lady serving the table was none other than his younger sister, Lucy. He asked her where her mother was, to which Lucy replied that she was out in the kitchen.
Lucy returned to the kitchen to get her mother at the request of the young man. James recognized his dear old mother at once, but waited for her to respond, as if testing her memory. She was totally unaware that the young man at the table was her long lost son, but as he withdrew his cap, revealing his beautiful head of hair, one feature his mother had been particularly fond of, she instantly recognized her boy. ‘Oh Jim, my boy’, these were the only words the joyful mother could utter as she embraced her son. 17
James stayed over the winter with his family, and on one occasion he had a walk with his father alone. In speaking of his absence, Daniel said, "James, I had given up all hopes of ever seeing your face again, but thanks be to God I had the privilege. You always have stood up for the faith and have been a man through thick and thin for your religion." Then he said, "Oh, that I had the faith that I once had, and felt as I have felt! I would be a happy man if I had the spirit that you have, and that I once had." He burst into a flood of tears, and exclaimed, "Oh, my God, I am in the dark, and I do not know that I shall ever feel as I once felt. Then I could divide the last loaf, yes, the last morsel of food that I had with a Mormon. Talk about heaven, the true spirit of Mormonism is heaven. I thank God that you have kept the faith, though you have had a hard time of it." Then he said, "James, stick to it and never give it up; for if there is any salvation for me or any of my family, it will be through you, for you are the Joseph of my family, and I have known it since before you were born." He then seemed as humble as a little child, and continued, "James, be faithful in the work, but as for me or any of my family going to Utah, I don’t think we will ever go." 18
James told his father that he could do no better than to go with his family and renew their covenants, for the good spirit was for all who would seek it in the proper way. At last Daniel said that he did not know what they should do yet, the weather being so cold and wet.
In his journal, James stated: "I continued to preach around. My father seemed indifferent and seemed to prefer the company of strangers and rowdies to me, so I let that pass, but I had my feelings hurt many times with his indifference, though he was very liberal with me in everything that was about the place. He sought to make me comfortable in every respect." 19
James spent the winter in Iowa, then went about the surrounding countryside with his brother, Willis, preaching to the people. In January 1859, he preached the funeral sermon for his cousin, Ira Johnson, who had been accidentally shot and killed while on a surveying party. That same day, James baptized six persons and confirmed them at his father’s house. From that time on his father seemed quite changed in his feelings. He said that it was all that he could do to keep out of the water, and stated that he had never felt better in his life than he did on that occasion. Said he, "I want you to preach all the time, James!"
James spent the winter in Iowa, then went to Missouri to help with an immigration company. On the 17th of May, he returned to Calhoun and found his father and family well. His father gave him one yoke of oxen and a fine colt two years old. He helped James sell a span of mules and purchased a comfortable outfit to return home to Utah in. Daniel likewise gave Willis the same amount as he planned to return to Utah with James. He also outfitted them with good provisions to cross the plains.
James S. Brown was appointed president of the emigration company. There was a captain for every ten wagons. The company consisted of 353 souls, 59 wagons, 114 oxen, 11 horses, 35 cows, 111 head of young loose cattle, and a supply of provisions to last for 75 days. They left 13 June 1859. Daniel had come to Council Bluffs, and paid the expenses for the boys until they left and he parted with them.
On the 19th, the emigrant company camped on the Loop Fork of the Platte, at a village called Columbus. Here James baptized or rebaptized 80 souls. At this place, 37 others wanted to join their company, with 10 more wagons. They now had 390 persons with 69 wagons.
Sometime in February 1860, James received a mission call to go to Great Britain, starting in April. On June 8th, he again visited the home of his family in Calhoun, Iowa, and found the Brown family all well and greatly pleased to see him.
James stayed with them until the 11th, when he returned to Florence, Nebraska, where his father visited him on the 12th and invited Apostles Lyman and Charles C. Rich along with James, to the finest hotel in town for dinner. Here Daniel promised his son that if he lived and was able to sell his property, he would accompany his son back to Utah when James returned from his mission in England.
On his way to the mission field, James left his company at Quincy, Illinois and went to Versailles, Brown County to meet some of his friends and relatives. Among those he met at this time were L.J. Hammond, his brother-in-law who had married his sister who died at Winter Quarters. He also met with his uncles, David, Simion, and Daniel Stephens, his mother’s brothers, and his cousin James Jackson. He stated he couldn’t find his brother, Daniel’s grave, but the family who was living on their old homestead did give him some apples and let him drink the best cider he had ever tasted, from trees that the Brown family had planted.
The visit to the old homestead brought back many recollections of youthful days. The hunts through the woods, the adventures as well as the toilsome labors in grubbing underbrush and clearing the land. The trails of threshing wheat in the hot sun, feeding stock in the cold winter…in short…he remembered much of the toil on the part of his parents, brothers, and sisters, and of the many days of sickness with fever and ague.
This son, James, continued on his mission to England, but on his return, was assigned to be a captain and guide one of the emigrant trains of Saints going to Utah. His duty as leader of this group prohibited him from stopping at his folk’s place and the promise that Daniel made his son about moving to Utah with him when he returned was not fulfilled.
In the fall of 1869, Elizabeth Stephens Brown, made a trip to Utah to visit her family. This was just a few months after the railroad from the east was linked with the one coming from the west. That event took place May 10, 1869. In the journal of James S. Brown we read the following: October 1869, I, James S. Brown, sit myself in my own house with my mother, by my side and trace back the genealogy of her father and mother.
While Elizabeth was visiting, James received another letter from his father in Iowa:
Calhoun, Oct. 1 1869
The letter above was sent with a Mrs. Jennet Cochrne, as her name was on the outside.
In May 1872, James was again able to visit his folks in Calhoun, Iowa when he was called on a mission to the Eastern States.
From the Journal of Jerome Brown, the youngest son, we have the following interesting account of Daniel’s last days:
"My mother came to Utah the year the railroad, the Union Pacific was completed. She stayed here on a three months’ visit and received her endowments in the old Salt Lake Endowment House.
I, Jerome Brown, the youngest boy of a family of thirteen children, came to Utah, August 20, 1870, when I was nearly twenty years of age. I stayed with my brother, James S. Brown in Salt Lake City for a time. My brother wanted to know if our father cared anything about the Church or the Latter-day Saints. I answered, "No, he says the Mormon Church is the true church, and stands up for it against anyone who opposes it, but he doesn’t pretend to live his religion."
Brother James said: "Do you think Father will ever come to Utah?" I answered, "No, he never will." James replied: "President Young said he would and I know he will." My brother then related the following:
"About 1854, I received from home a letter saying my father was very ill, not expected to live. As it took a letter three or four weeks to get here I supposed my father was dead by the time I received the letter. I went to President Young and showed him the letter. We sat side by side and President Young dropped his head a minute, then sat up and dropped his hand on my knee and said, "Brother James, your father isn’t dead. I know he lives. I know your father, his house has always been open to the Elders. He has fed and clothed them and for this the Lord has spared his life. He will yet live to come to Utah and do his own temple work."
I stayed in Utah three years working in the mining camps. When I returned home father’s health began to fail. He went to two or three doctors but received no benefit. He finally went to see another doctor in Missouri Valley. He said that father should take a trip to Denver, and get the mountain air. The doctor said it would do him more good than all the medicine. My mother, sisters and myself tried to persuade father to go on the trip. He thought it over and next morning he said he would go, but it would be to Utah. So he made ready and started for Utah August 5, 1874. He stopped in Ogden to visit his brother’s family, that of Capt. James Brown, who was a captain in the Mormon Battalion and later bought the site of Ogden City.
After a short visit in Ogden, father went to Salt Lake City to my Brother, James’ home. When Sunday came, he went to a meeting in the Tabernacle. After the meeting he asked James what course to take to renew his faith. James saw the Church authorities who told father to be rebaptized. Father did so, and received his own endowments, literally fulfilling the prophecy of President Brigham Young. James had said nothing of religion to father, just let him take his own course, and so the result.
Father visited in Salt Lake City and the surrounding country as far south as Nebo. (William’s two daughters were at this time living in Springville, Utah). After another visit to Ogden, he prepared for the return to Iowa. Many friends and relatives accompanied him to the depot, among them, Apostle Charles C. Rich and Apostle Franklin D. Richards. Apostle Rich said: "Now Brother Brown, you are starting on your way home. I will tell you there will be a black cloud come over you before you reach Echo Canyon, and you will almost be ashamed of the work you have done. But whatever you do, don’t deny the faith. This darkness will be over you until after you reach home, so watch and pray." The whistle blew, they shook hands and left and the train started eastward.
At first father felt well in spirit, but soon the reaction came. He began wondering how he could meet the friends he had always known and liked and tell them he had renewed his faith in the gospel. He wondered what to do and the thought came to tell no living soul what he had done.
I, Jerome, met him at the depot, November 8, 1874. His health seemed much improved. We made a short visit to my three sisters and went home, five miles away. Next morning father asked me to take the team and go get my three sisters and bring them home. He then called them, my sisters, my mother, and myself, together, had us sit down and said, "I want to tell you all something that I have almost been ashamed of. I have been to Utah and renewed my faith in the gospel and taken out my endowments. Apostle Rich told me a dark cloud would come over me and last until I got home, and it has. But now this cloud has broken, and I thank God for the work I have done, and I don’t care who knows it, even the whole world."
Soon after this his health failed again. Many friends called to see him, but he was indifferent. They thought him so because of his condition. He grew weaker until he died 2 February 1875. He was buried in the cemetery in Calhoun, Harrison County, Iowa, near his son, William.
My mother sold all the personal property at auction and with my youngest sister, Jane, came to Ogden, Utah, May 10, 1875. I joined them a year later, April 19, 1876. My father’s family have all passed beyond, except myself. My last sister, Lucy Rose died June 28, 1934, in Farmington, Utah, aged 91 years 6 months and 2 days." 20
Daniel Brown died at the age of 71, on 2 February 1875. On the fourth day of that month he was buried in the cemetery up on the hill above his home in the county in which he had been the first white man to settle.
His good wife, Elizabeth Stephens Brown, lived in Utah for the remaining fifteen years of her life, after her husband died. She passed away at Farmington, Davis County, Utah, at her daughter Lucy’s home, on the 12th of October 1890, in the 81st year of her life. She was buried in the Ogden City Cemetery, in her son, Jerome's lot.
The life of this pioneer couple was filled with many trials and hardships. Theirs was a struggle to build a home and a country out of a wilderness. The blessings of which we today have inherited. Let us not forget that it is indeed a desirable thing to be well descended, but the glory belongs to our ancestors.Return to Table of Contents
G. Ancestry of the STEPHENS FAMILY:
[Pedigree Chart of Elizabeth Stephens and Daniel Brown]
In October 1869, while Elizabeth Stephens Brown was visiting with her son in Salt Lake City, she gave her son, James the following information concerning her ancestry: [see 19]
Alexander Stephens, my father, was married in Rowan County, N.C. to Mary (Polly) Daly who was born in the afore said county and state. They attached themselves to the Baptist Church and lived and died members of the same. They raised a family of 11 children, named below.
The brothers of my father, Alexander Stephens were (she mentions eight of the 12 children). [She actually mentions 7 of the 12, who are: "Johns, William, James, and Richard, his Sisters was Named Mary or (Poly), Sarah then Janey."]
My grandfather, William Daly was born in Ireland. He came to North America when about 13 years old. He married Mary Palmer in North Carolina.
Alexander Stephens, Elizabeth’s father, was born 1775 in Hillsborough, Chatham County, North Carolina. He was a son of Richard Stephens and Martha Ann Roberts or Robards. Alexander married 1800, in Rowan County, Mary (Polly) Dailey (Daley), who was born 1778, in Rowan County, North Carolina, a daughter of William Dailey and Mary Palmer. Mary died April 1844. After the death of her husband, Alexander, Mary married (2) 1 April 1841, George Naught or Knott.
Richard Stephens was born 1750, at Cumberland, North Carolina. He married June 1771, in North Carolina, Martha Ann Roberts or Robards, born 1755, a daughter of John or William Robards and Martha Womack. Richard died 1829. They were the parents of 12 children.
The Stephens Family of Ogden, Utah have done some extensive genealogical work and temple work on the Stephens family sealing Richard Stephens, the father of Alexander, to a John Stephens line that goes back to Airard Fitz Stephens in the year 1066, but this line is in error. The McCubbin Collection Film #19894, pages 231, 228, and 232, helps to clear up the question of Alexander Stephens grandfather. The Richard Stephens who married Martha Roberts or Robards was the son of Richard Stephens. He also had two brothers named John and Alexander. Additional research needs to be done to carry this line back any further than this.Return to Table of Contents
Daniel Brown was born 30 June 1804, at Lick Creek, Rowan County, North Carolina. He married 8 October 1824, in Davidson County, North Carolina, Elizabeth Stephens, born 10 February 1809, in Rowan County, North Carolina, a daughter of Alexander Stephens and Mary (Polly) Dailey. She died 9 October 1890, in Farmington, Davis County, Utah at the home of her daughter, Lucy Brown Rose. She was buried in Ogden City Cemetery in her son, Jerome’s lot. Daniel died 2 February 1875 in Calhoun, Harrison County, Iowa.
a separate book, that is, All of William’s descendants will be in the first section, followed by Mary and James S. until child number 13. The numbering system used pertains to the descendants of that one child of Daniel and Elizabeth S. Brown.
The total number of descendants of Daniel and Elizabeth Stephens Brown is 4,720. These are the ones included in the book. There is probably another hundred or so that are not included in the book. They either did not want to be included, or, neglected to respond to the request for information. The descendants of three of the above girls have not been found.Return to Table of Contents
[Map of Calhoun, Harrison County Iowa and Nebraska.]
[Pictures of William Brown and Mary Coon, wife of William Brown.]
[Pictures of Margaret Luella Brown and Lavina Jennet Brown, daughters of William Brown. There are also pictures of William H. Nelson, Margaret L. Brown, Lewis Scott Barnett, and Lavina J. Brown.]
1. Bibliography footnotes bolded. 2. Numerical designations for a descendent