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< Back Return to Roads Century Drive Curving entrance of Century Drive from 2nd Street. Century Dr ends at North Street with sweeping view of Ben Lomond in 2022. In the Nineteenth Century, the intersection of today's Century Drive and West 2nd Street was the location of Sam Gates cabin and the lane that led into the Gates’ farm. Below is the famous picture of Sam Gates’ cabin which was exhibited at the 1893 World’s Fair and pictures of Gates’ Lane as it looked in the 1980s and in 2000. 1892, Sam Gates cabin on NW corner of intersection. 1980s, Gates’ Lane is now Century Dr. 2000, Gates’ Lane is now Century Dr. 2000, Gates’ Lane is now Century Dr. Previous Return to Roads Next

< Back 251 & 259 2nd Street Return to Homes 251 & 259 2nd Street Photo 2022 Augustus (1855-1936) & Alice Harrop (1854-1929) Anderson 259 2nd Street Alice, Edith, Augustus (seated), Archie; rear: Clarence, Joe. There are two homes connected between the current day care center. The larger home at 259 2nd Street was t T he 1881 home of Augustus and Alice Anderson. Augustus was born in Sweden in 1855 and “sailed on a boat to America” in 1864 settling in Huntsville and then Slaterville, Utah. His first job as a teenager was herding cows. The men he worked for were also mining gold, and they sometimes hid the gold dust in the yoke of some of the cattle so it would not be stolen. No one suspected a teenage boy of being left to guard such a treasure. Alice Harrop was born in England in 1854 and immigrated with her family to Ogden when she was three years old. Augustus and Alice married in 1880 and built this brick home in 1881. It started as a two-room adobe structure and, as the family grew, they added three more rooms and a brick exterior. When Native Americans knocked on the Anderson door, Alice always fed them. The Natives left a mark on the fence in front of the house as a signal to others that the residents here were kind. Augustus farmed and worked as a supervisor of roads and streets in the county; he served the community as Lynne Irrigation president and a volunteer fireman. See Appendix. ------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------ 251 2nd Street Joseph (1884-1966) & Viola Purdy (1889-1978) Anderson Viola & Joe Anderson Augusts and Alice’s son, Joseph Augustus Anderson, was born in 1884 and married Viola Purdy in 1906. In 1907 they built their two-room home next door to Joe’s parents. In time Joe added on four more rooms. Joe helped many persons build their homes on 2nd Street and built several to sell like the one at 215 2nd Street. In time he made carpentry and home building his vocation. He also served as a volunteer fireman. While their five children were growing up, the spur of the Oregon Short Line was in operation and the train passed in front of their house. The passing engineers were friendly and sometimes blew steam to scare the children off the tracks or fence. They threw live savers to the children who threw back pears or apples in season. [1] Viola was a wonderful mother and an entertainer. She invited neighbors over for quilting bees and held parties for neighbors and family. Even the advent of World War 1 did not stop her gatherings for life must go on with small happiness in spite of world politics. Card tables were set up for card games; High Five was a popular game of choice. Guests pinned on cards and the children who acted as the servants, punched the winner’s card and served refreshments. The card with the most punches won a prize and the booby card won a prize also. Viola’s gatherings helped to lift spirits during the war. In about 1980, the house was remodeled into a child care center that eventually connected to Augustus Anderson’s house next door. Daughter Hazel Anderson Greenwood thought that the day care center would make her mother and grandmother very happy because they both had a great love for children. [2] ------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------- APPENDIX Standard Examiner, Sept. 3, 1963. [1] - Anna Keogh interview with Hazel Anderson Greenwood, 1998. [2] - Ibid. Return to Homes Previous Next

< Back Incident at the Schoolhouse Return to Native Americans Mill Creek Schoolhouse was located on the SE corner of the intersection of 2nd Street and today’s railroad track; in 2020 it was announced that this site will be the location of a new Front Runner Station. Amanda Bingham The settlers and the Indians had a treaty… but the rude things we say or think can violate that… A dramatic incident occurred in the Mill Creek Schoolhouse in about 1864 between the children and the Indians who came begging from the children at lunchtime. “The Indian women were frequently begging from the settlers, and when they were camped in the Meadows and school was in session, the women used to come to the schoolhouse at noon and beg the children’s lunches. It wasn’t very often that Mary Hutchens took her lunch when she went to school; she preferred to run home and back. One day as she neared the schoolhouse for the afternoon’s session, she saw a crowd of Indians at the schoolhouse, some on horseback, and they all seemed to be in a rather serious mood, as they were talking and gesticulating. Mary had always been told that if she minded her business, no harm would come to her, and as she had been familiar with Indians all her life, she had no fear in approaching the crowd. Then too, she saw her teacher Mrs. (Amanda) Bingham coming down the street, so she figured she would be safe. They arrived about the same time. Mary heard Mrs. Bingham ask what was the trouble, and the Indian chiefs closed about her and commenced talking excitedly. They conversed together in the Indian language for quite a while. Mary turned to one of the schoolgirls and said, “What is the matter?” The little girl answered that during the noon hour quite a number of the women had come begging for the children’s lunches and that a number of them had little nursing babies and that the boys made fun of the women for exposing their breasts so the women went away. Mary looked about her. The teacher was talking very earnestly to the Indian chiefs, and they apparently were becoming quieter. She noticed too that a lot of the children were already in the schoolhouse. Then Mrs. Bingham called the children to gather together into the schoolroom and when they got inside, they found a number already there, also two or three Indians; and following closely on the heels of the children from outside, came to the rest of the Indians until the room was soon crowded to capacity. Then the teacher called for order and told the children that the Indians had come to report that some of the boys had insulted their women by making fun of them. She asked what boys were guilty of the offense and some owned up to the deed; others had to be named, but at least a half dozen were designated as being parties to the offense. They were the larger boys from 11 to 12 years of age, and one was Mrs. Bingham’s son. Then she said that the Indians were demanding the boys so they could punish them as they felt they deserved, but that she had finally prevailed on them to let her do the whipping, though they would superintend the punishment and decide when each boy had had enough. Then she asked if the boys would rather she did the whipping or turn them over to the Indians. Of course, the boys agreed that it was preferable for her to whip them. Then she had them go out and bring in three green willows each. She braided three together and whipped each boy with a new braided willow whip until the Indians in charge agreed that the culprit had been punished enough; then she took another boy and punished him. It took a long time and the teacher appeared exhausted when it was finished. The boys were crying badly, so were the smaller girls. It was a tense and critical time, and it frightened one to hear the falling of the whip, the outcries of the boys, and the grunts of satisfaction from the Indians at the punishment. Then the Indians filed out of the schoolroom after telling the teacher things had been settled to their satisfaction, and as they left the school ground on their ponies they whooped in a bloodcurdling manner and caused quite a commotion. Then the teacher very seriously addressed the pupils – she told them how very near they had come to being seriously hurt by the Indians, and that if the boys had been delivered into their hands there was no telling what might have happened to them, and the result would have been that all of the settlers in the valley might have suffered. She explained that Brigham Young had made a treaty with the Indians that the white people would live at peace with them; and that the Indians had been more honorable than the boys in this instance because they had not taken the boys while she was away but had waited until she had come before taking action; that the children must learn to respect the rights of the Indians as the country really belonged to them first; and that the white people were the interlopers and should therefore always treat the Indians with respect, as there were just a handful of white people and many thousands of Indians in the valley. The boys were very much subdued, and they listened intently, as did the rest of the children, and as it was impossible to settle down to studying after the awful incident, the teacher dismissed the school and the children went home. Mary told her father, William Hutchens, about it, and he agreed with Mrs. Bingham in everything she had said and done and said she had averted a very serious catastrophe by punishing the boys and settling the dispute to the satisfaction of the Indians then and there. He warned the children again not to go into the Indian camps but to keep to the roadways when they left home and to be courteous to the Indians always.” [1] Mary Elizabeth Hutchens attended the Mill Creek School in 1864. [1] - Autobiography of Mary Elizabeth Hutchens Sherner, Mary Elizabeth – Her Stories, dictated to her daughter Dorothy A. Sherner, manuscript, 1933, p. 85. Return to Native Americans Previous [object Object] Next

< Back "Fighting Squaw" and "Brother" Return to Native Americans When uninvited guests came in the door… her decorum went out the window… but her husband’s smile was bigger than the house… Mary’s mother, Eliza Hutchens, respected the Indians but didn’t like the ones that stole from them, and many times she told them to go away from her coops when they intended on taking eggs or a hen. Her father, William Hutchens, told his wife to be careful in her dealings with the Indians and to let them have whatever they wanted as they had to be treated with kindness. Her mother said there were some things she couldn’t stand, but that she would try and be more careful. [1] Because it was difficult to provide food, the Indians didn’t take chickens for recreation or pleasure. They had no concept of personal property, and they felt that everything should be shared with those who had less. [2] But they did know it was out of order to take a chicken or grain unless the Chief had made arrangements with William. [3] One day Indian Jack came to William and said he must have some chickens to eat. Her father told Jack he only had a few and they were laying eggs. Jack replied that they needed some for food and it wasn’t the time of year to go into the hills for deer. So, William and Indian Jack went into the coop and Jack was given six chickens. Jack said he would bring William some venison after their hunt. [4] Mary’s mother was known for speaking her mind. One day six Indian men entered the house without knocking, and one Indian threw Charles out of his chair and seated himself in the chair. Eliza was very angry. She grabbed the long-handled fire shovel and hit him and hit the others and told them all to get out and stay out, as she didn’t want them coming in and hurting her little children. The Indians rushed out of the house with her after them. She chased them out of the gate and then shut it. The Indians laughed and went off. They told William about it and ever after called her “Fighting Squaw”. [5] Mary’s father had a mild manner and temperament. William Hutchens learned the Shoshone language, shared his garden, and made the Native Americans welcome to anything he had. Many times, the Indians brought the Hutchens family a jackrabbit, a beaver, a hind quarter of a deer, a mountain sheep, a huge piece of buffalo, serviceberries, elderberries, or other wild fruit gathered in their journeys. [6] One time an Indian came and told William that he wanted his white shirt, his Sunday best that was hanging on a line. William said to the Indian, “But that is my best shirt, and I only have two white ones for Sunday.” The Indian replied, “You say I am your brother. I haven’t any white shirts so if I am your brother you would share with me.” And William gave the Indian the white shirt off the line. [7] The Shoshone were virtuous, pure-hearted people, and many of them had no concept of personal property. After the coming of the white man, it became difficult for them to provide food for their families. But they all shared whatever they had and took care of one another. [8] Uncle Art Tries to Scare Them A story from 1861 told by Mary Hutchens about her Uncle Art. “Fighting Squaw” treated all her guests the same, even her brother…. It was on a Saturday night because Mary, her brother Charles and sister Mel had all had their baths and had been put to bed while her mother washed their clothes. Her Aunt Sarah was staying with them at the time. Mary was still awake, so she must have been the last one to take a bath because she was watching her mother as she worked around the room talking to her Aunt Sarah, as their clothes hung on chairs before the fire in the fireplace drying. All at once, the door opened and a terrible-looking something with a mask crawled into the room. It was dressed in a fringed jacket of buckskin, but it seemed to be incased in a sort of skin tube or sack which extended to the feet, and then its feet protrude it in long fringed moccasins. The mask entirely covered the head; the face was a horrible shape. There were little slits for eyes and the nose was enormous, and the mouth was a wicked grin. Long hair covered the head and fringed the horrible mask face. Back of this crawling, squirming thing crowded several Indians in their fringed suits, and wearing masks also, but their masks were simply pieces of tanned skin in which were slits cut for eyes, nose, and mouth, and the mask was tied at the back of the head with buckskin leases. Mary remembers her mother picking up the fire shovel immediately and raising it as though to strike, saying, “Art that’s you! You get right out of here, and don’t you scare my babies,” and she rushed to meet the intruders. Sure enough, it was Eliza’s brother Art, and he called to her, “Eliza don’t strike me. Can’t you take a little joke?” But he scrambled up, and the Indians helped him out of the door, laughing at Art’s chagrin because his sister had gotten after them and had not been frightened at all. Mary always loved her Uncle Art. [9] William and Eliza Stone Hutchens, “Brother” & “Fighting Squaw”. [1] - Autobiography of Mary Elizabeth Hutchens Sherner, Mary Elizabeth – Her Stories, dictated to her daughter Dorothy A. Sherner, manuscript, 1933, p. 86. [2] - Darren Parry, The Bear River Massacre, Common Consent Press, 2019, p. 17. [3] - Sherner, Mary Elizabeth- Her Stories, p. 91. [4] - Ibid, p. 86. [5] - Ibid, p.88. [6] - Ibid, p. 86. [7] - Biography of William Birch Hutchens, unknown author, manuscript, p. 2, 3. [8] - Parry, The Bear River Massacre, p. 17, 71. [9] - Mary, p. 1. Return to Native Americans Previous [object Object] Next