again burst into those old familiar sounds and I was able to hear several of those old favorite songs I had so often loved to hear. I think they had never sounded better to me. It was then I remembered I had never in my story made mention of that Edison phonograph which had played such a part in our lives.

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        Also several experiences with extra cold weather have been brought to my mind which I would like to mention. One time Harold and I with our herd of cattle passed Con O’ Driscoll and company with a herd of horses near the head of Strawberry Valley after a severe snow storm. The weather turned so cold that night that two horses and one large calf froze to death. It was 48 degrees below zero. We were in an old canvas covered sheep camp. Before daylight we got up and turned our horses loose so they wouldn't freeze. At daylight I started after them. When I didn't come back within an hour. Harold got worried about me. He knelt down and prayed that he could start the truck. The truck took right off, and he soon met me with the horses. However, the next morning it was all we could do to get the truck started with the team pulling it.
        Another time, Van and I went to Vernal to sell bulls, about December 10, 1922. The ruts were so deep that it took us 2 days to reach Vernal in our car. With the help of Louis Freestone and H.E. Seeley, we traded our bulls, getting 75 head of cattle in exchange, plus cash and notes. We made arrangements for them to drive the 75 head to meet us and we would get the bulls and meet them. We hurried home, got the bulls, and with Wallace Casper and Arthur Duke, started on the long drive with them. The two herds met on Dead Ox Mt. We traded herds and started back. All was well until it started to snow. We stayed at Red Creek two nights, thinking the storm would let up. Then we pushed on. Meanwhile, the storm had been even worse in Charleston. My brother Moroni and Wayne C. Whiting, being worried about us, started out from there to come to help us with 4 horses and a sleigh. They spent 2 1/2 days plowing through deep snow trying to get to us before we finally met in Strawberry. There was 4 feet of snow at Ace Bethers station then. We had 2 wagons and plenty of feed, and gradually broke a trail and the cattle followed. Those who came to meet us in the sleigh really had more trouble than we did.
        Another time we were moving cattle through Weber Canyon. Clair and Vern Huff were driving them under the R.R. overpass and Merlin Simmons and I were following. Suddenly, about 30 head of cattle broke away, and climbed up onto the railroad track just as a passenger train came around the mountain. Twenty-two head of cattle were killed. They were thrown several rods to the bottom of the grade. The boys were nearly hit by the cattle as they were thrown through the air by the fast locomotive.
        After we started purchasing purebred cattle, we continued