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Pvt Daniel Henrie

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Pvt Daniel Henrie Veteran

Birth
Miamitown, Hamilton County, Ohio, USA
Death
28 Jun 1914 (aged 88)
Manti, Sanpete County, Utah, USA
Burial
Manti, Sanpete County, Utah, USA GPS-Latitude: 39.275899, Longitude: -111.633887
Plot
Lot 6 Blk 21 Plat A Grv
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Son of William Henrie & Myra Mayall

Married Amanda Bradley, 29 Oct 1849, Salt Lake City, Salt Lake, Utah

Married Susan Coleman, 17 Jun 1856, Salt Lake City, Salt Lake, Utah

History of Daniel & Amanda Bradley Henrie
Written 1955 for Daughters of Utah Pioneers
By Callie O. Morley -- great-grand daughter
At times the name Henrie has been spelled 39 different ways, the most notable being Henry, Henery, Hendry, Henerie and Henrie. William, the heir of the Utah line, chose Henrie as his way of spelling it when he came west, and all of his descendants have retained it. Daniel Henrie was born 15 November 1825 at Miami, Hamilton County, Ohio, to William and Myra Mayall Henrie. He was of Scotch Irish descent, his progenitors having fled from Ayrshire, Scotland to North Ireland in the 13th Century because of religious persecution. In the 17th century they were mostly settled around Colerain when religious persecutions again broke and Jean and Michial Henrie who were the first to start the line in America sailed from Newbury, Ireland and landed at Perth Amboy, New Jersey. From there we follow six generations of a family who produced many leaders for a new land when it was fighting for its life. William Henrie became a very influential man around Lancaster County, Pennsylvania. His activities in behalf of the colonies as Commissary of the regiment of troops and member of the Continental Congress later in 1784 are notable, and those of his son Michial as a general in the Revolutionary War are matters of history. Michial's son, Daniel, was a noted government surveyor, having had a part in the surveying of the Mason Dixon line. Daniel's second son, William Henrie, was born in West Virginia, settled in Ohio, married Myra Mayall, migrated westward with the "Mormons" to Jackson County, Missouri, then to Nauvoo and later to Utah as a member of the first Brigham Young Company to enter Salt Lake Valley. (For a more detailed account of these progenitors read the history of Wm and Myra Mayall Henrie which I wrote and precedes this story.)
When Daniel first came into the world his parents were already part of the great westward movement. William, the father, had left his widowed mother and two sisters on
their estate at Millers Run, Wood County, West Virginia, and his mother, Myra Mayall whose parents were from Saddleworth, York, England, and whose step father was James
Radcliff, (founder of Radcliff College at Boston, Mass.) had her way westward to Cincinnati where she married William, 17 November 1824. They settled on a large tract of land at Miami, Ohio and proceeded to build a saw mill, grist mill, till the land and raise fine horses. Seven children were born to them. They were
Daniel, James, Joseph, Margaret, Sara, Samuel and Mary.
Up to the time Daniel was about 10 years old his family was engrossed in the struggles of making a living and forging ahead when there became much talk of a new religion
headed by Joseph Smith Jr., commonly called Mormonism. The Henries were Methodists and did not pay too much attention to the rumors until Parley P. Pratt and Samuel Smith
came to their home preaching the Latter Day Saints or Mormon doctrine. They were impressed with the gospel message and felt that it was true, but were reluctant to join the group. However, many cottage meetings were held in their home. They were counciled further in the principles of the gospel, asked to help the brethren in the building of the stakes of Zion and furthering the cause both spiritually and materially. They were not baptized into the church however, until after they had met the prophet, Joseph Smith. When he came to their home they said he possessed a magnetic personality that was so great that it almost seemed that a power drew you toward him with both hands. All members of the family except Daniel were baptized into the church 17 July 1842. Over a period of the last 10 years feeling and persecution of the Mormons raised to a fever pitch, birck bats were thrown through windows, walls were torn down, homes were set on fire, and LDS members were chased by mobs, tarred and feathered, and held up to public mockery as figures of contempt. Daily papers carried articles of ridicule, and many members holding high authority in the church were forced to flee to Jackson County, Missouri. As soon as they could after their baptism, the Henrie family began to dispose of their holdings. Loading as much of their machinery, tools, and household things as they could
into wagons, they went their second son James and some hired men overland to the new church settlement at Jackson County, Missouri, while the rest of the family except
Daniel, proceeded by boat down the Ohio and Mississippi rivers to the same place. Daniel was left behind to dispose of any unfinished business, and upon its completion he followed them west to Nauvoo where the family had gone when they were driven from Jackson County with the other saints. They bought a farm belonging to Joseph Smith, and it was located in the middle of two other pieces of land owned by him. Every day the prophet would pass by their home and drop in for a friendly chat, a glass of cold butter milk, a hot biscuit or anything mother Myra might have on hand. All of the Henrie boys admired and loved him because he was a good athlete as well as a spiritual leader. All of the Henrie boys were strong and wirey. They loved to wrestle, throw weights, foot race and high jump. Daniel told of one instance when he walked up to one of their high corral gates. He said it
measured up to his chin, he backed up, took a running jump and cleared it easily. His brothers performed the same feat. The Prophet loved to participate in these sports and
although the Henrie boys often outran him or beat him in other things, when he thought it was his turn to win, and he really tried, he could out do them all. He was their friend, but also a leader of men in the ways of God. He always pronounced a blessing upon the family before he left the place. As we know from church history, Nauvoo was made into a beautiful city by the Saints, but many people who dwelt there were warped by false notions of hate and greed, persecution of the saints became a ritual, with the wicked inflicting hardships, mob violence, confiscation of property, tar and feathering of individuals, burning of homes, lynching and finally murder when the Prophet and his brother Hyram were martyred. The Henrie family like all of the other saints lived through these perilous times and did
what they could. They helped build the Nauvoo temple, hauling rocks, mixing mortar,
using the hammer and saw, standing watch or whatever was required of them. They built
and ran a gist mill, grew grain for flower and raised cattle, and continued to raise many
fine horses. Brother Taylor borrowed one of these horses for the Prophet's last trip to the
Carthage jail, the trip from which he did not return alive. The Henries were among the
many mourners at the Prophet's funeral and spoke of seeing Emma kneeling at the side of
here husband's casket before the services.
After this event things worsened materially for the saints, persecutions not only continued
but internal strife as to who had the authority of leadership was a threat to their survival.
When a meeting for all the members of the church was called to determine who was to be
the new Latter-day Saint leader, William and his sons Daniel, James, Joseph and Samuel
all were in attendance, but when Brigham Young stepped forward to present his claims to
the position, and the mantle of Joseph fell upon him, all those present took it as a sign or
manifestation that this man was the chosen leader.
The Henrie family talked of this miracle for days and they were not alone, hundreds of
people saw and testified to it.
It was the final thing that made Daniel seek membership in the church. He was baptized
in the Mississippi River 16 July 1845 (Temple record). He testified many times to what
he saw in this meeting, but many years later in Panguitch, Utah where they had met for a
family reunion those same four brothers, Daniel, James, Joseph and Samuel all arose to
their feet and told of seeing and hearing this soul stirring event. They said they were wide
awake, there was no hokus-pokus about it. It was true and it was real and an unforgettable
testimony of the gospel.
When conditions became so bad the saints could endure them no longer, and Brigham
Young advised them to move to Iowa, they hurriedly packed as many of their belongings
as possible and crossed the ice in the dead of winter to make a camp on Sugar Creek.
Their was ice on the river, but some of the cattle Daniel was in charge of went through
the ice and headed down stream. Daniel jumped into the water and tried to head them
back in the right direction, but the water was so cold he began to get cramps and had to
turn back.
The Henries established themselves with the others when they reached Nebraska and
went in to Winter Quarters. Here Daniel was made official captain of the night watch for
all the community corralled cattle. They had to herd these cattle all night long to keep
Indians, thieves and marauders away, but Daniel liked the job because he liked cattle and
horses, and it left him free part of the day to plant grain, make repairs on wagon
harnesses or for whatever was needed for the forth coming big immigration westward.
Plans for this trip had been presented to the saints in a meeting at Sugar Creek at which
time it was also decided that here should be an advance company of 100 mounted men
sent forth to blaze the trail and find suitable place to settle while the main body of the
church members should go into Winter Quarters and make preparations to grow crops of
grain during the summer and be ready to push forward to their new home the following
year.
Aside from his strength of body and character, Daniel's father William Henrie had many
other fine qualities which made him a good candidate for this trip. He was an experienced
frontier woodsman and excellent marksman and hunter, and had good equipment and
many fine horses. He was chosen as a member of the 5th 10 of the second 50 group under
Captain Stephen H. Goddard.
But this trip was delayed when the U.S. Government asked for 500 volunteers to form a
battalion from their members to march to Mexico in Lower California to help put down
the rebellion there. Col. Kerney and Col. Allen made the request in behalf of the
President of the United States. Daniel Henrie stepped forth and signed his name as one of
the 500 volunteers for this assignment at Council Bluffs on the 16th day of July 1846. He
was assigned to Company D. under Captain Nelson Higgins.
They were told that it would be a way of getting to the west at government expense, plus
7 dollars per month if a private, and 50 dollars per month if an officer, and that there
would be certain advantages to them as to all military such as guns, ammunition, land
rights, etc.
Brigham Young called all these men together on the 19th of July and gave them
instruction and council. He told them to go and server their country and be faithful to
their church and people. That their efforts would be rewarded with success and that much
good would come from this service.
For the next few days great preparations were made. Daniel turned his job of official
Captain of the night watch of the community cattle over to his brother James, outfitted
himself with a blanket and some heavy woolen clothing for winter use and did what he
could to prepare for a years journey.
For some time now Daniel had been keeping company with Amanda, the beautiful dark
haired daughter of Thomas Jefferson and Betsy Kroll Bradley. Amanda's father had died
when she was a little girl back in New York and her mother had married her father's
younger brother, George W. Bradley who had raised them, loved them, and been like a
father to her, her brother Jerome and sister Cynthia Abiah, and now there were other
younger children in the family.
During the festivities of dancing and singing that had been arranged to give the boys a
good send off, Amanda told Daniel that she would wait for him and meet him in Zion.
And on the 21st of March 1846, the men of the battalion marched away to the tune of
"The Girl I Left Behind Me", and many unshed tears dimmed the eyes of those same
girls. The soldiers began their long journey on foot and after 11 days arrived at Fort
Levenworth, Kansas where they received blankets, utensils, canteen, guns, ammunition
and rations and were allowed a short rest. Their next stop was to be Santa Fe. New
Mexico, and before this place was reached they suffered untold miseries of heat, deep
sand, lack of water, sickness, and things almost beyond endurance. Daniel recalled more
than one incident of bravery when great herds of buffalo bore down on them, tramping
everything under their pounding hoofs, but they were advised to hold their fire till they
could kill the leaders, and this separated the herd so that men, animals, wagons and
supplies were all saved. The buffalo that were killed were used as food for a few days and
when any wood could be found there would be a good fire and heat for their bodies, but
most of their cooking had to be done with buffalo chips for the prairie was barren. They
had to dig for water most every day and when they did reach it, it was salty or swampy,
sulphurous and often unfit for use.
They were called to load their 16 lbs of equipment on their back and hitch up the animals
to the supply wagon, then begin the march at 2 a.m. in the morning to get out of some of
the heat at 11 a.m. they would stop and camp while they got a little something to eat, but
food became very scarce. Rations were being cut until there was almost nothing left to
eat. Men got so hungry they killed snakes, cut off their heads, skinned, cooked and ate
them, and even became so desperate that they boiled old buffalo hides they found lying
on the plains, ate thistle roots if they could find them, and in desperation finally boiled
their leather belts and saddle bags to get what little strength there might be in the broth.
Sickness set in, men women and children suffered with chills, fever, pneumonia and
diahrea. They ran out of food, but Daniel said they never ran out of Camomile tea. It was
passed around by the Captains, with orders to drink it and each man was forced to take a
swallow or two of it, for it was supposed to keep sickness and disease away. Daniel hated
the stuff so bad that he could not make himself swallow it and would hold it in his mouth
until he could get where he could spit it out, and years afterward when his teeth loosened
and had to be pulled he swore it was due to the effects of this terrible tea and just one
more sacrifice he made for the good of the cause.
When Colonel Allen died, August 23, 1846, it was a severe blow to the Mormon
Battalion for he had been their friend, they admired and respected him and he was kind
and considerate of them. The opposite was true of the officer who later took his place,
and the extra marches and work he put them to was especially hard on the Mormons
because they were already weakened by their experiences at Nauvoo.
It was especially hard on the women folk who had been allowed to go along with their
husbands as wash somen, cooks, etc. and so at Arkansas, 15 families were sent back to
Fort Pueblo under Captain Brown. From Santa Fe, 86 sick men were sent back to Pueblo
and from there they were sent north till they joined the main caravan of Pioneers who
were on the march to Utah.
Those who remained with the Battalion often traveled 25 miles a day through intense sun,
heat and sand with no water or feed for their mules or pack animals, and with shriveled
grass no more than a couple of inches high. Then on October 2nd when they reached the
Red River, they received word that if they did not reach Santa Fe by October 10th they would be discharged. Many of the men were so exhausted, foot sore and disabled that a
picked number of 250 men were sent ahead. Daniel was on of the more sturdy soldiers
and was one of those chosen to go. They arrived at Santa Fe on the 9th of October where
Colonel Cook formally took command. They received their mustering out pay here and
stayed till the 19th of October.
One blanket was all they had to roll up in the night and it was scarcely enough when
weather got cold and the ground was hard and frozen. The animals also were breaking
down because of lack of food.
Daniel said he would never forget the 15th day of November, 1846 for it was on that day
he was assigned the task of loading a small detail of men back to find a poor sick old
white draft ox that had been left behind to die. He said they pulled bunch grass with their
hands and poured water from canteens into his hat so the poor old thing could drink and
with much hissing and coaxing, they finally got the emaciated animal to its feet and back
to camp where the quartermaster ordered it killed and rationed out to the men for food.
Because of this incident this place has retained the name of White Ox Creek or Valley
and is now a thriving part of Arizona.
Colonel Cook's hatred toward his men never ceased, he gave orders for work and travel
on empty stomachs and cared more that his mules be watered than that the parched lips of
his men be moistened. Wells had been dug most of the way, but here more often than not
dry holes were encountered. Daniel gave the last water he had in his canteen to a man
burning up with fever and out of his head in delirium, then walked for 70 miles in
blistering heat before getting any water for himself and by this time his lips were parched
and his tongue was swollen.
In a few places meat was plentiful from wild cattle on the plains, but Colonel Cook
would not allow his men to kill any for food. However, Daniel said many of them
sneaked out in the dark of night and did kill a little to eat, then they would roll up in their
blanket on the hard ground and try to sleep. They suffered untold privations going
through this hot and cold desolate land, now Arizona.
On December 20, 1846 at Pima, the Maricopa Indians who lived along the Salt River and
wore little if any clothing, proved friendly and sold them dry beans, squash and other
articles. These Indians now live on part of the Pima Reservation. The men traded them
the clothes off their backs for these things and then Colonel Cook came and said they
could not take the extra stuff with them, but they managed to hide it and take it along
anyway. After this they were marched far out of their way south and over the border of
what is now old Mexico.
On January the 8th they reached the Gila River in Arizona and for the next 3 days traveled
over hot deep sands where they encountered drought and extreme temperatures. These
conditions coupled with short rations caused the men to drop in their tracks like flies.
This country is now known as death valley. There was no grass for a stretch of over 400
miles and no water for over 100 miles. Animals lived on buds off the mesquite brush and
men trudged on to Pometo where they arrived January 19th to receive plenty of water and
sample grass for their animals. They hoped things would be better now, but it was not so for when they crossed the Gila River they lost almost all of their remaining flour and had
nothing left to eat but beef and not enough of that.
All along the way and especially from Santa Fe they had dug wells for water, but when
they reached the Colorado Desert very deep holes had to be dug and again often dry holes
were encountered. Men had to help the teams pull supplies by attached ropes and in their
weakened condition it was torture. They wrapped raw hide around their feet to protect
them from sharp rocks and burning sands, for their shoes had long since worn out. It was
blazing hot in the day and cold at night and their thirst, hunger and fatique so weakened
them that they were hardly able to speak.
Wagons had to be taken apart and raised with ropes over a precipice or else roads cut
through solid rock. And all of this with very little if any food in their stomachs. No trees
had been seen for about eight hundred miles, then finally on the 21st of January the
summit of the Sierra Nevada Mountains was reached and a couple of days later they
came upon an oak tree. And it seemed to be the only one in existence for even when they
reached the wild oat clover covered hills and bluffs above San Diego there were still no
trees, only wide stretches of white, sandy beach and the blue of the great Pacific Ocean.
They camped about 3 miles from the Beach and then on January 29, 1847 were
garrisoned at the San Louis Ray Mission where they were kept busy drilling wells,
building roads and digging ditches.
Daniel, ever on the alert to serve his fellow man as well as himself, began to buy beef
cattle from Mexicans who brought them to camp to sell. He had picked up a good bit of
the Mexican language, and although he got so he could bargain well and be understood
by these people he also found he could not trust them. They would sell cattle to him
during the day, then come and steal the critters back during the night and try to sell them
to him again the next morning. He soon got next to what was going on and conducted a
profitable business till the battalion was honorably released with mustering out pay, July
16, 1847 at Los Angeles.
The Battalion men were so well liked that they were asked to stay and reenlist in the
service. They had determined the rights of the United States to New Mexico, Western
Colorado, California, Nevada and Utah territory and now most of them were anxious to
return home. They organized into groups of 100, 50, and 10 with Captains over each
group as had been done before and started their long march north to Sacramento. They
were told that it was 70 miles by way of the sea shore or 600 miles along the base of the
mountain route. They arrived at Sutters Fort near Sacramento on August 26, 1847, after
about one month of very difficult, steady traveling.
At Sacramento, work seemed to be plentiful and word had come that food was scarce in
the great Salt Lake basin, so Daniel decided to stay where he was over winter. He found a
place where he could get board and room for $3.50 per week, so he took it, then went to
work building log houses and thus built some of the first homes ever built in this capitol
city of California. He was glad he had made this decision for many of those who had decided to go on to
Salt Lake returned when word was sent from relatives and the authorities of the Church
to stay and work so they could earn money to help their families.
Daniel replenished his clothes and bought a pair of shoes which cost him $4.50. He also
opened up a meat market, bought and slaughtered cattle and cut it up and sold it to the
settlers again.
On Monday morning January 4, 1848, news leaked out that James Marshal and the crew
at Sutters Mill in American Canyon, California had found gold. Daniel being an
opportunist immediately went there and began panning for the precious metal below the
floom of the mill. This was very wild country. The place was surrounded by high
mountains, tall redwood, pines and thick under brush. It also abounded with grizzly bear,
wolves, and Indians, so men had to take precautions to protect themselves.
Daniel was very successful in his efforts. He would pan and gather what gold he could
find in the day and then at night he would sew it into little square canvas bags, so that by
the time he decided to go to Salt Lake, around the first of May, in 1849, he had a sizeable
salt sack full of nuggets and much gold dust. The question was how to take it with him.
So he began looking around for some good, strong animals. One day he found just what
he was looking for, a beautiful great big black stallion. It was a beauty, full of life, vigor,
and fight. So he bought it and took it to his camp. It was the envy of all the men there and
one fellow offered him $1,000 for the horse. He thought this was such a good price that
he sold him. But he could not feel good about it. He tossed and turned all night and could
not sleep for thinking about that beautiful horse. So at sun up the next morning he went
back to the buyer and offered him more money to trade back and man accepted the deal.
He was so tickled to get the stallion back that he had silver shoes made and nailed on his
feet and rode him about the settlement with great pride. He then set about making
preparations to go to Salt Lake city.
All of the little bags of gold dust he had labored over so hard all winter were sewn
between two blankets and when he was ready to leave, this blanket was doubled once and
laid over the stallion's back like a saddle blanket, fastened underneath and the saddle put
on top and sinched in place. Next came his bed roll, bake oven, skillet, utensils, and water
canteen. All were tied on and he began his perilous journey over the high, dangerous
Sierra Nevada Mountains alone. The rough, granite ledges and steep canyons would have
been treacherous even if he had dared follow the broken immigrant trail, but highway
robbers, bad men and marauding Indians lay in wait at every turn, ready to relieve their
unsuspecting victim or Mormon prospector of any good or gold he may have. A man's
life meant nothing to these human parasites, they were always ready to kill a traveler for
what loot they could find on him, so Daniel avoided the beaten path.
He walked, and traveled mostly by night to conceal his movements and so his heavily
laden horse would be spared the heat and thus reserve as much strength as possible for
the long hazardous trip. During the day he would try to find some water and grazing for
his horse and a place to hide up and sleep and rest. Sometimes it would be in a ravine
behind a large rock or in the shade of underbrush, or wherever possible. If he could find a
stream he would catch fish and eat them raw for in most cases he did not dare build a fire for fear the smell of smoke would bring down his enemies upon him. In some places he
was lucky enough to find and pick wild servis berries which were delicious, especially on
the first part of his journey when he traveled through Bear Valley. Here there were plenty
of huge trees and scrub oak, bear tracks were al over and he saw many deer, but as he
went further north eastward into what is now Nevada no trees were to be seen anywhere,
only miles and miles of sage brush and in many places it was so hot and dry that even the
sage brush refused to grow. Daniel was hard pressed to find even shriveled wisps of grass
or anything he could pull to feed his horse. When he could, he followed the trail near the
Humbolt River and came upon the site of the Indian (?) massacre of the Donner party, he
said it was sure a mess. Wagon wheels and parts of wagons were scattered everywhere.
Bones and old weather beaten bits of clothing, skeletons and hides of what was once
horses and oxen were strewn about the camp site and even partly uncovered shallow
graves were exposed to view.
Daniel always kept his canteen full of water, for sometimes there would be days when the
canteen had to supply water for him and his horse, and if there was not enough for both
he went without and at one time two days went by.
He was successful in killing a coyote, a few jack rabbits and even shot a few ducks near
some marshes when he felt it was safe to shoot, but this he dared not do very often.
After months of weary travel he passed over the southern boundary of what is now Idaho,
skirted the north end of the great Salt Lake, came through what is now Box Elder County,
through the settlement of Ogden and finally on to Bountiful or the Sessions settlement
where he had a most happy reunion with his family. He thanked God that his life had
been spared and protected from harm and disease and that he had good health so that he
could return to enjoy this moment, for he had just completed a march of over two
thousand miles for what is now known as the longest march in history. It was October
1949.
His parents had preceded him to Utah. His father had come with the 5th ten in the first
Brigham Young company. He had helped to build the old pioneer fort and lived there for
a short time and had been one of the first speakers in the old willow covered bowery. He
had helped Parley P. Pratt scout Utah Lake, Cedar Valley, Tooele Valley, and the wide
stretch between Salt Lake and the Santa Clara River which was virgin territory to the foot
of the white man. He was in the Bishopric of the old First Ward and lived for a short time
in the old 8th Ward, then early in 1848 the church authorities had sent him 9 miles north
of Salt Lake to help Perrigrine Sessions settle what later became North Bountiful.
Sessions had lived there alone during the winter in a dugout with skins over the top.
Daniel's mother and four brothers and one sister all spent the winter of 1846 and 1847 at
Winter Quarters at Council Bluffs, Iowa, then came west with the 2nd big Brigham Young
company under Capt. Heber C. Kimball. That is, all except brother James who drove a
team in the Allen Taylor and Samuel Snyder company.
Father William had selected some land which he was homesteading in the Sessions
settlement and had a place in the nearby canyon ready to erect a mill. He built a log house

Son of William Henrie & Myra Mayall

Married Amanda Bradley, 29 Oct 1849, Salt Lake City, Salt Lake, Utah

Married Susan Coleman, 17 Jun 1856, Salt Lake City, Salt Lake, Utah

History of Daniel & Amanda Bradley Henrie
Written 1955 for Daughters of Utah Pioneers
By Callie O. Morley -- great-grand daughter
At times the name Henrie has been spelled 39 different ways, the most notable being Henry, Henery, Hendry, Henerie and Henrie. William, the heir of the Utah line, chose Henrie as his way of spelling it when he came west, and all of his descendants have retained it. Daniel Henrie was born 15 November 1825 at Miami, Hamilton County, Ohio, to William and Myra Mayall Henrie. He was of Scotch Irish descent, his progenitors having fled from Ayrshire, Scotland to North Ireland in the 13th Century because of religious persecution. In the 17th century they were mostly settled around Colerain when religious persecutions again broke and Jean and Michial Henrie who were the first to start the line in America sailed from Newbury, Ireland and landed at Perth Amboy, New Jersey. From there we follow six generations of a family who produced many leaders for a new land when it was fighting for its life. William Henrie became a very influential man around Lancaster County, Pennsylvania. His activities in behalf of the colonies as Commissary of the regiment of troops and member of the Continental Congress later in 1784 are notable, and those of his son Michial as a general in the Revolutionary War are matters of history. Michial's son, Daniel, was a noted government surveyor, having had a part in the surveying of the Mason Dixon line. Daniel's second son, William Henrie, was born in West Virginia, settled in Ohio, married Myra Mayall, migrated westward with the "Mormons" to Jackson County, Missouri, then to Nauvoo and later to Utah as a member of the first Brigham Young Company to enter Salt Lake Valley. (For a more detailed account of these progenitors read the history of Wm and Myra Mayall Henrie which I wrote and precedes this story.)
When Daniel first came into the world his parents were already part of the great westward movement. William, the father, had left his widowed mother and two sisters on
their estate at Millers Run, Wood County, West Virginia, and his mother, Myra Mayall whose parents were from Saddleworth, York, England, and whose step father was James
Radcliff, (founder of Radcliff College at Boston, Mass.) had her way westward to Cincinnati where she married William, 17 November 1824. They settled on a large tract of land at Miami, Ohio and proceeded to build a saw mill, grist mill, till the land and raise fine horses. Seven children were born to them. They were
Daniel, James, Joseph, Margaret, Sara, Samuel and Mary.
Up to the time Daniel was about 10 years old his family was engrossed in the struggles of making a living and forging ahead when there became much talk of a new religion
headed by Joseph Smith Jr., commonly called Mormonism. The Henries were Methodists and did not pay too much attention to the rumors until Parley P. Pratt and Samuel Smith
came to their home preaching the Latter Day Saints or Mormon doctrine. They were impressed with the gospel message and felt that it was true, but were reluctant to join the group. However, many cottage meetings were held in their home. They were counciled further in the principles of the gospel, asked to help the brethren in the building of the stakes of Zion and furthering the cause both spiritually and materially. They were not baptized into the church however, until after they had met the prophet, Joseph Smith. When he came to their home they said he possessed a magnetic personality that was so great that it almost seemed that a power drew you toward him with both hands. All members of the family except Daniel were baptized into the church 17 July 1842. Over a period of the last 10 years feeling and persecution of the Mormons raised to a fever pitch, birck bats were thrown through windows, walls were torn down, homes were set on fire, and LDS members were chased by mobs, tarred and feathered, and held up to public mockery as figures of contempt. Daily papers carried articles of ridicule, and many members holding high authority in the church were forced to flee to Jackson County, Missouri. As soon as they could after their baptism, the Henrie family began to dispose of their holdings. Loading as much of their machinery, tools, and household things as they could
into wagons, they went their second son James and some hired men overland to the new church settlement at Jackson County, Missouri, while the rest of the family except
Daniel, proceeded by boat down the Ohio and Mississippi rivers to the same place. Daniel was left behind to dispose of any unfinished business, and upon its completion he followed them west to Nauvoo where the family had gone when they were driven from Jackson County with the other saints. They bought a farm belonging to Joseph Smith, and it was located in the middle of two other pieces of land owned by him. Every day the prophet would pass by their home and drop in for a friendly chat, a glass of cold butter milk, a hot biscuit or anything mother Myra might have on hand. All of the Henrie boys admired and loved him because he was a good athlete as well as a spiritual leader. All of the Henrie boys were strong and wirey. They loved to wrestle, throw weights, foot race and high jump. Daniel told of one instance when he walked up to one of their high corral gates. He said it
measured up to his chin, he backed up, took a running jump and cleared it easily. His brothers performed the same feat. The Prophet loved to participate in these sports and
although the Henrie boys often outran him or beat him in other things, when he thought it was his turn to win, and he really tried, he could out do them all. He was their friend, but also a leader of men in the ways of God. He always pronounced a blessing upon the family before he left the place. As we know from church history, Nauvoo was made into a beautiful city by the Saints, but many people who dwelt there were warped by false notions of hate and greed, persecution of the saints became a ritual, with the wicked inflicting hardships, mob violence, confiscation of property, tar and feathering of individuals, burning of homes, lynching and finally murder when the Prophet and his brother Hyram were martyred. The Henrie family like all of the other saints lived through these perilous times and did
what they could. They helped build the Nauvoo temple, hauling rocks, mixing mortar,
using the hammer and saw, standing watch or whatever was required of them. They built
and ran a gist mill, grew grain for flower and raised cattle, and continued to raise many
fine horses. Brother Taylor borrowed one of these horses for the Prophet's last trip to the
Carthage jail, the trip from which he did not return alive. The Henries were among the
many mourners at the Prophet's funeral and spoke of seeing Emma kneeling at the side of
here husband's casket before the services.
After this event things worsened materially for the saints, persecutions not only continued
but internal strife as to who had the authority of leadership was a threat to their survival.
When a meeting for all the members of the church was called to determine who was to be
the new Latter-day Saint leader, William and his sons Daniel, James, Joseph and Samuel
all were in attendance, but when Brigham Young stepped forward to present his claims to
the position, and the mantle of Joseph fell upon him, all those present took it as a sign or
manifestation that this man was the chosen leader.
The Henrie family talked of this miracle for days and they were not alone, hundreds of
people saw and testified to it.
It was the final thing that made Daniel seek membership in the church. He was baptized
in the Mississippi River 16 July 1845 (Temple record). He testified many times to what
he saw in this meeting, but many years later in Panguitch, Utah where they had met for a
family reunion those same four brothers, Daniel, James, Joseph and Samuel all arose to
their feet and told of seeing and hearing this soul stirring event. They said they were wide
awake, there was no hokus-pokus about it. It was true and it was real and an unforgettable
testimony of the gospel.
When conditions became so bad the saints could endure them no longer, and Brigham
Young advised them to move to Iowa, they hurriedly packed as many of their belongings
as possible and crossed the ice in the dead of winter to make a camp on Sugar Creek.
Their was ice on the river, but some of the cattle Daniel was in charge of went through
the ice and headed down stream. Daniel jumped into the water and tried to head them
back in the right direction, but the water was so cold he began to get cramps and had to
turn back.
The Henries established themselves with the others when they reached Nebraska and
went in to Winter Quarters. Here Daniel was made official captain of the night watch for
all the community corralled cattle. They had to herd these cattle all night long to keep
Indians, thieves and marauders away, but Daniel liked the job because he liked cattle and
horses, and it left him free part of the day to plant grain, make repairs on wagon
harnesses or for whatever was needed for the forth coming big immigration westward.
Plans for this trip had been presented to the saints in a meeting at Sugar Creek at which
time it was also decided that here should be an advance company of 100 mounted men
sent forth to blaze the trail and find suitable place to settle while the main body of the
church members should go into Winter Quarters and make preparations to grow crops of
grain during the summer and be ready to push forward to their new home the following
year.
Aside from his strength of body and character, Daniel's father William Henrie had many
other fine qualities which made him a good candidate for this trip. He was an experienced
frontier woodsman and excellent marksman and hunter, and had good equipment and
many fine horses. He was chosen as a member of the 5th 10 of the second 50 group under
Captain Stephen H. Goddard.
But this trip was delayed when the U.S. Government asked for 500 volunteers to form a
battalion from their members to march to Mexico in Lower California to help put down
the rebellion there. Col. Kerney and Col. Allen made the request in behalf of the
President of the United States. Daniel Henrie stepped forth and signed his name as one of
the 500 volunteers for this assignment at Council Bluffs on the 16th day of July 1846. He
was assigned to Company D. under Captain Nelson Higgins.
They were told that it would be a way of getting to the west at government expense, plus
7 dollars per month if a private, and 50 dollars per month if an officer, and that there
would be certain advantages to them as to all military such as guns, ammunition, land
rights, etc.
Brigham Young called all these men together on the 19th of July and gave them
instruction and council. He told them to go and server their country and be faithful to
their church and people. That their efforts would be rewarded with success and that much
good would come from this service.
For the next few days great preparations were made. Daniel turned his job of official
Captain of the night watch of the community cattle over to his brother James, outfitted
himself with a blanket and some heavy woolen clothing for winter use and did what he
could to prepare for a years journey.
For some time now Daniel had been keeping company with Amanda, the beautiful dark
haired daughter of Thomas Jefferson and Betsy Kroll Bradley. Amanda's father had died
when she was a little girl back in New York and her mother had married her father's
younger brother, George W. Bradley who had raised them, loved them, and been like a
father to her, her brother Jerome and sister Cynthia Abiah, and now there were other
younger children in the family.
During the festivities of dancing and singing that had been arranged to give the boys a
good send off, Amanda told Daniel that she would wait for him and meet him in Zion.
And on the 21st of March 1846, the men of the battalion marched away to the tune of
"The Girl I Left Behind Me", and many unshed tears dimmed the eyes of those same
girls. The soldiers began their long journey on foot and after 11 days arrived at Fort
Levenworth, Kansas where they received blankets, utensils, canteen, guns, ammunition
and rations and were allowed a short rest. Their next stop was to be Santa Fe. New
Mexico, and before this place was reached they suffered untold miseries of heat, deep
sand, lack of water, sickness, and things almost beyond endurance. Daniel recalled more
than one incident of bravery when great herds of buffalo bore down on them, tramping
everything under their pounding hoofs, but they were advised to hold their fire till they
could kill the leaders, and this separated the herd so that men, animals, wagons and
supplies were all saved. The buffalo that were killed were used as food for a few days and
when any wood could be found there would be a good fire and heat for their bodies, but
most of their cooking had to be done with buffalo chips for the prairie was barren. They
had to dig for water most every day and when they did reach it, it was salty or swampy,
sulphurous and often unfit for use.
They were called to load their 16 lbs of equipment on their back and hitch up the animals
to the supply wagon, then begin the march at 2 a.m. in the morning to get out of some of
the heat at 11 a.m. they would stop and camp while they got a little something to eat, but
food became very scarce. Rations were being cut until there was almost nothing left to
eat. Men got so hungry they killed snakes, cut off their heads, skinned, cooked and ate
them, and even became so desperate that they boiled old buffalo hides they found lying
on the plains, ate thistle roots if they could find them, and in desperation finally boiled
their leather belts and saddle bags to get what little strength there might be in the broth.
Sickness set in, men women and children suffered with chills, fever, pneumonia and
diahrea. They ran out of food, but Daniel said they never ran out of Camomile tea. It was
passed around by the Captains, with orders to drink it and each man was forced to take a
swallow or two of it, for it was supposed to keep sickness and disease away. Daniel hated
the stuff so bad that he could not make himself swallow it and would hold it in his mouth
until he could get where he could spit it out, and years afterward when his teeth loosened
and had to be pulled he swore it was due to the effects of this terrible tea and just one
more sacrifice he made for the good of the cause.
When Colonel Allen died, August 23, 1846, it was a severe blow to the Mormon
Battalion for he had been their friend, they admired and respected him and he was kind
and considerate of them. The opposite was true of the officer who later took his place,
and the extra marches and work he put them to was especially hard on the Mormons
because they were already weakened by their experiences at Nauvoo.
It was especially hard on the women folk who had been allowed to go along with their
husbands as wash somen, cooks, etc. and so at Arkansas, 15 families were sent back to
Fort Pueblo under Captain Brown. From Santa Fe, 86 sick men were sent back to Pueblo
and from there they were sent north till they joined the main caravan of Pioneers who
were on the march to Utah.
Those who remained with the Battalion often traveled 25 miles a day through intense sun,
heat and sand with no water or feed for their mules or pack animals, and with shriveled
grass no more than a couple of inches high. Then on October 2nd when they reached the
Red River, they received word that if they did not reach Santa Fe by October 10th they would be discharged. Many of the men were so exhausted, foot sore and disabled that a
picked number of 250 men were sent ahead. Daniel was on of the more sturdy soldiers
and was one of those chosen to go. They arrived at Santa Fe on the 9th of October where
Colonel Cook formally took command. They received their mustering out pay here and
stayed till the 19th of October.
One blanket was all they had to roll up in the night and it was scarcely enough when
weather got cold and the ground was hard and frozen. The animals also were breaking
down because of lack of food.
Daniel said he would never forget the 15th day of November, 1846 for it was on that day
he was assigned the task of loading a small detail of men back to find a poor sick old
white draft ox that had been left behind to die. He said they pulled bunch grass with their
hands and poured water from canteens into his hat so the poor old thing could drink and
with much hissing and coaxing, they finally got the emaciated animal to its feet and back
to camp where the quartermaster ordered it killed and rationed out to the men for food.
Because of this incident this place has retained the name of White Ox Creek or Valley
and is now a thriving part of Arizona.
Colonel Cook's hatred toward his men never ceased, he gave orders for work and travel
on empty stomachs and cared more that his mules be watered than that the parched lips of
his men be moistened. Wells had been dug most of the way, but here more often than not
dry holes were encountered. Daniel gave the last water he had in his canteen to a man
burning up with fever and out of his head in delirium, then walked for 70 miles in
blistering heat before getting any water for himself and by this time his lips were parched
and his tongue was swollen.
In a few places meat was plentiful from wild cattle on the plains, but Colonel Cook
would not allow his men to kill any for food. However, Daniel said many of them
sneaked out in the dark of night and did kill a little to eat, then they would roll up in their
blanket on the hard ground and try to sleep. They suffered untold privations going
through this hot and cold desolate land, now Arizona.
On December 20, 1846 at Pima, the Maricopa Indians who lived along the Salt River and
wore little if any clothing, proved friendly and sold them dry beans, squash and other
articles. These Indians now live on part of the Pima Reservation. The men traded them
the clothes off their backs for these things and then Colonel Cook came and said they
could not take the extra stuff with them, but they managed to hide it and take it along
anyway. After this they were marched far out of their way south and over the border of
what is now old Mexico.
On January the 8th they reached the Gila River in Arizona and for the next 3 days traveled
over hot deep sands where they encountered drought and extreme temperatures. These
conditions coupled with short rations caused the men to drop in their tracks like flies.
This country is now known as death valley. There was no grass for a stretch of over 400
miles and no water for over 100 miles. Animals lived on buds off the mesquite brush and
men trudged on to Pometo where they arrived January 19th to receive plenty of water and
sample grass for their animals. They hoped things would be better now, but it was not so for when they crossed the Gila River they lost almost all of their remaining flour and had
nothing left to eat but beef and not enough of that.
All along the way and especially from Santa Fe they had dug wells for water, but when
they reached the Colorado Desert very deep holes had to be dug and again often dry holes
were encountered. Men had to help the teams pull supplies by attached ropes and in their
weakened condition it was torture. They wrapped raw hide around their feet to protect
them from sharp rocks and burning sands, for their shoes had long since worn out. It was
blazing hot in the day and cold at night and their thirst, hunger and fatique so weakened
them that they were hardly able to speak.
Wagons had to be taken apart and raised with ropes over a precipice or else roads cut
through solid rock. And all of this with very little if any food in their stomachs. No trees
had been seen for about eight hundred miles, then finally on the 21st of January the
summit of the Sierra Nevada Mountains was reached and a couple of days later they
came upon an oak tree. And it seemed to be the only one in existence for even when they
reached the wild oat clover covered hills and bluffs above San Diego there were still no
trees, only wide stretches of white, sandy beach and the blue of the great Pacific Ocean.
They camped about 3 miles from the Beach and then on January 29, 1847 were
garrisoned at the San Louis Ray Mission where they were kept busy drilling wells,
building roads and digging ditches.
Daniel, ever on the alert to serve his fellow man as well as himself, began to buy beef
cattle from Mexicans who brought them to camp to sell. He had picked up a good bit of
the Mexican language, and although he got so he could bargain well and be understood
by these people he also found he could not trust them. They would sell cattle to him
during the day, then come and steal the critters back during the night and try to sell them
to him again the next morning. He soon got next to what was going on and conducted a
profitable business till the battalion was honorably released with mustering out pay, July
16, 1847 at Los Angeles.
The Battalion men were so well liked that they were asked to stay and reenlist in the
service. They had determined the rights of the United States to New Mexico, Western
Colorado, California, Nevada and Utah territory and now most of them were anxious to
return home. They organized into groups of 100, 50, and 10 with Captains over each
group as had been done before and started their long march north to Sacramento. They
were told that it was 70 miles by way of the sea shore or 600 miles along the base of the
mountain route. They arrived at Sutters Fort near Sacramento on August 26, 1847, after
about one month of very difficult, steady traveling.
At Sacramento, work seemed to be plentiful and word had come that food was scarce in
the great Salt Lake basin, so Daniel decided to stay where he was over winter. He found a
place where he could get board and room for $3.50 per week, so he took it, then went to
work building log houses and thus built some of the first homes ever built in this capitol
city of California. He was glad he had made this decision for many of those who had decided to go on to
Salt Lake returned when word was sent from relatives and the authorities of the Church
to stay and work so they could earn money to help their families.
Daniel replenished his clothes and bought a pair of shoes which cost him $4.50. He also
opened up a meat market, bought and slaughtered cattle and cut it up and sold it to the
settlers again.
On Monday morning January 4, 1848, news leaked out that James Marshal and the crew
at Sutters Mill in American Canyon, California had found gold. Daniel being an
opportunist immediately went there and began panning for the precious metal below the
floom of the mill. This was very wild country. The place was surrounded by high
mountains, tall redwood, pines and thick under brush. It also abounded with grizzly bear,
wolves, and Indians, so men had to take precautions to protect themselves.
Daniel was very successful in his efforts. He would pan and gather what gold he could
find in the day and then at night he would sew it into little square canvas bags, so that by
the time he decided to go to Salt Lake, around the first of May, in 1849, he had a sizeable
salt sack full of nuggets and much gold dust. The question was how to take it with him.
So he began looking around for some good, strong animals. One day he found just what
he was looking for, a beautiful great big black stallion. It was a beauty, full of life, vigor,
and fight. So he bought it and took it to his camp. It was the envy of all the men there and
one fellow offered him $1,000 for the horse. He thought this was such a good price that
he sold him. But he could not feel good about it. He tossed and turned all night and could
not sleep for thinking about that beautiful horse. So at sun up the next morning he went
back to the buyer and offered him more money to trade back and man accepted the deal.
He was so tickled to get the stallion back that he had silver shoes made and nailed on his
feet and rode him about the settlement with great pride. He then set about making
preparations to go to Salt Lake city.
All of the little bags of gold dust he had labored over so hard all winter were sewn
between two blankets and when he was ready to leave, this blanket was doubled once and
laid over the stallion's back like a saddle blanket, fastened underneath and the saddle put
on top and sinched in place. Next came his bed roll, bake oven, skillet, utensils, and water
canteen. All were tied on and he began his perilous journey over the high, dangerous
Sierra Nevada Mountains alone. The rough, granite ledges and steep canyons would have
been treacherous even if he had dared follow the broken immigrant trail, but highway
robbers, bad men and marauding Indians lay in wait at every turn, ready to relieve their
unsuspecting victim or Mormon prospector of any good or gold he may have. A man's
life meant nothing to these human parasites, they were always ready to kill a traveler for
what loot they could find on him, so Daniel avoided the beaten path.
He walked, and traveled mostly by night to conceal his movements and so his heavily
laden horse would be spared the heat and thus reserve as much strength as possible for
the long hazardous trip. During the day he would try to find some water and grazing for
his horse and a place to hide up and sleep and rest. Sometimes it would be in a ravine
behind a large rock or in the shade of underbrush, or wherever possible. If he could find a
stream he would catch fish and eat them raw for in most cases he did not dare build a fire for fear the smell of smoke would bring down his enemies upon him. In some places he
was lucky enough to find and pick wild servis berries which were delicious, especially on
the first part of his journey when he traveled through Bear Valley. Here there were plenty
of huge trees and scrub oak, bear tracks were al over and he saw many deer, but as he
went further north eastward into what is now Nevada no trees were to be seen anywhere,
only miles and miles of sage brush and in many places it was so hot and dry that even the
sage brush refused to grow. Daniel was hard pressed to find even shriveled wisps of grass
or anything he could pull to feed his horse. When he could, he followed the trail near the
Humbolt River and came upon the site of the Indian (?) massacre of the Donner party, he
said it was sure a mess. Wagon wheels and parts of wagons were scattered everywhere.
Bones and old weather beaten bits of clothing, skeletons and hides of what was once
horses and oxen were strewn about the camp site and even partly uncovered shallow
graves were exposed to view.
Daniel always kept his canteen full of water, for sometimes there would be days when the
canteen had to supply water for him and his horse, and if there was not enough for both
he went without and at one time two days went by.
He was successful in killing a coyote, a few jack rabbits and even shot a few ducks near
some marshes when he felt it was safe to shoot, but this he dared not do very often.
After months of weary travel he passed over the southern boundary of what is now Idaho,
skirted the north end of the great Salt Lake, came through what is now Box Elder County,
through the settlement of Ogden and finally on to Bountiful or the Sessions settlement
where he had a most happy reunion with his family. He thanked God that his life had
been spared and protected from harm and disease and that he had good health so that he
could return to enjoy this moment, for he had just completed a march of over two
thousand miles for what is now known as the longest march in history. It was October
1949.
His parents had preceded him to Utah. His father had come with the 5th ten in the first
Brigham Young company. He had helped to build the old pioneer fort and lived there for
a short time and had been one of the first speakers in the old willow covered bowery. He
had helped Parley P. Pratt scout Utah Lake, Cedar Valley, Tooele Valley, and the wide
stretch between Salt Lake and the Santa Clara River which was virgin territory to the foot
of the white man. He was in the Bishopric of the old First Ward and lived for a short time
in the old 8th Ward, then early in 1848 the church authorities had sent him 9 miles north
of Salt Lake to help Perrigrine Sessions settle what later became North Bountiful.
Sessions had lived there alone during the winter in a dugout with skins over the top.
Daniel's mother and four brothers and one sister all spent the winter of 1846 and 1847 at
Winter Quarters at Council Bluffs, Iowa, then came west with the 2nd big Brigham Young
company under Capt. Heber C. Kimball. That is, all except brother James who drove a
team in the Allen Taylor and Samuel Snyder company.
Father William had selected some land which he was homesteading in the Sessions
settlement and had a place in the nearby canyon ready to erect a mill. He built a log house



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