I took a hot mustard bath. I put a quilt over the bath tub and stayed in the water until I was in a good sweat. Then I went to bed, but was so anxious about the welfare of wife and children I had no desire for sleep. In the morning I said I was well but our nurses would not allow me to get out of bed. I felt no sickness in any way. Thanks, I say again, to those good nurses. I shall never forget them.


        It was about the year 1905, as I made my daily rounds delivering mail, I noticed a large gathering of people at Andrew Luke's Hot pots resort, so I stopped to investigate. I found a gentleman there demonstrating an Edison phonograph. I don't know whenever I had heard anything more pleasing to my ears up to that time in my life. I invited the gentleman to visit me at my home. He did and I purchased a "talking machine" and a large number of records. Thereafter on each visit to our valley he made our home a stopping place for the night and I was able to look over his whole collection of records and purchase the ones I desired to keep. Sometimes I would play music until long after midnight. I was his best customer in Wasatch County.
        That phonograph with the records I purchased seemed to satisfy my longing for music more than anything that had come into my life up to that time. It was one of those early Edison models with the big sound horn up over the top. The voices of many of the best singers of the nation were recorded on those records. Today we have television and radio, but formerly we didn't have to listen to so much whiskey, beer and tobacco advertising to hear a good song or other music.
        Because of my opportunity, I soon accumulated more than 200 of two or four minute records. Also, with that machine was a recording device by which we could and did make many recordings of voices of our friends and neighbors, both song and speech. Yes, it was fun. Many were the nights when we entertained with that phonograph, either at our home or the homes of friends. Yes, time seems to change almost everything. We soon had in our home a piano and other musical instruments, and the children learned to sing and play. Yes, we had quite a collection of valuable instruments which all burned in the fire, except that favorite phonograph. Now I must tell why it did not burn.
        When my brother Edward was not well and before his death, he begged me to let him have that phonograph and my collection of records. I did not refuse him his desires. Several years after his death. Aunt Jane gave the phonograph to my son Omni. He has cherished that as I did. The parts that were broken, or weak he has repaired. He could not buy new parts. Yes, what genius is Omni. If he takes on a task to do, he does not easily give up until he has accomplished his purpose. A few nights ago, while I was at his home working towards the completing of my life story that favorite instrument

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