The Charles Arthur and Orilla Luella Hughes Family Organization
| CHARLES ARTHUR HUGHES HISTORY PAGE 3 Home Means Nevada When we left Blue Valley we traveled through Capitol Wash and Rabbit Valley, past Fish Lake and into Richfield, through Clear Creek Canyon, past Cove Fort and Beaver and to Cedar City. We went to Pinto and down Pinto Canyon into New Castle (where Enterprise is now, but there was no town then). Then we went on across the desert to Hebron. We stopped with relatives there for a day or two and let the horses rest. Then we went on to Clover Valley and left the women there with relatives and the men went on into Nevada to find work. There was no train at Barkley then but they were working on the railroad across the desert. I was fourteen, and went on to Delamar with the men and we got a job logging at a lumber mill.
Charlie Culverwell was the owner and John and Will Lobb and Jim Tellus had a contract for smaller mining timber that had to be peeled. Walt and I hauled this timber down. Parley Hunt and others were there chopping and peeling this timber. They hauled mining timber into Delamar every other day after they hired us. "Green Kids" they called us and thought they'd have fun with us but we could do better than they did. We only worked a few days till we were caught up with the choppers. Then Walt went and helped cut and I hauled sawdust in a wooden box on a wheelbarrow away from the saw and I chopped slabs to keep the boiler fire up. The second year we were there I hauled water in six oak barrels from a spring up the mountain and then I started to set rachet and I did that as long as we went out there. As soon as we got the logging job they brought the women from Clover Valley and Mother cooked for the loggers. After our first year in Delamar we came on to Bunkerville, in October of 1896. We planned to winter there and go on to Mexico. Father's youngest sister, Martha, lived in Bunkerville. She was Dudley Leavitt's fifth wife. We had other friends and relatives living there, too. We came to Bunkerville on the 15th of October and Elmer was born in December of that year. Lamond was born the next August. We stayed there all that winter. Father felt right at home because he had freighted through Mesquite Flat as a boy. That first winter we lived in tents right this side of Aggie Leavitt's house. We still had the logging contract so Mother and the men went back to Delamar. I enjoyed living in Bunkerville. There were lots of Indians living in Bunkerville when we first went there. They had farms north of town and they would come hunting rabbits - a hundred men and boys at a time. Finally they sold their farms and left; some went to Moapa and some to Shivwit reservation. There was an old Indian squaw who lived alone; she was blind and lived in a little wikiup below town. Aunt Ann Barnum was Relief Society President and she took food to her. The Indians all went to Powwow and this old squaw would leave and try to follow them. Ace and I got on horses to look for her. Once we found her at the road crossing and she was crying. We put her on the horse and led her back to town. She soon left again and we didn't find her. Years later the cowboys found human bones way down the river bed and we figured it it must be from that old blind squaw. There was a picket in front of Bishop Bunker's and Jim Abbott's place. We would take sticks and run along the fence making a noise. Jim Abbott would always come out and really cuss us. One day Bishop Bunker came out and said, "Boys, don't you think you've caused Brother Abbott enough trouble? Why don't you lay off for a while?" Six or eight candidates came to town when Joe Earl was Bishop. They brought whisky and cigars and wanted people to vote for them. They were going to bring their stuff into the house, but Joe said no, it would be just as safe in the buggy. A gang of young fellows took the stuff and decided to steal some chickens and cook supper. Edgar, Ace, and I had been with them but we went home and went to bed. They got six chickens from Bishop Bunker and pulled the heads off right at the coop. The next morning I wasn't very hungry and Bishop said , "You shouldn't be as much chicken as you ate last night." When I denied this, he wouldn't believe me. later when we were shoveling ditch, Fred confessed that he took the chickens. At dinner Bishop Bunker apologized and said he found out who took the chickens. When he paid us, he held six dollars out of Fred's money for the chickens. Go to Another Son is Born (Page 1)
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