Son of Hyrum Judd and Lisania Fuller
Married Susan Boyce, 28 Apr 1866, Salt Lake City, Salt Lake, Utah
Married Sarah Elizabeth Garn, 13 Oct 1880, St. George, Washington Utah
History - Written by Arza S Judd, younger brother.
Hyrum Jerome Judd was the first son of Hyrum and Lisania Fuller Judd born at Council Bluffs, Iowa, February twenty-second 1847. (My brother was 4 years older than myself and a great example to me throughout my life.) This man’s life was largely conditioned by the trials and environments of his mother. A few years prior to and immediately before his birth, she was left 7 months before he was born among strangers, or so she thought, in very destitute circumstances, her husband being away in the service of his country. As he grew in years, these inherent characteristics had a tendency to make him somewhat melancholy and by reason of this fact most of his children are tinctured with this fault.
But he was a man of sterling qualities. In his life he was known as “the boy and man who never told a lie.” I have no hesitancy in saying that he was the bravest man I ever knew. I don’t think he knew the meaning of fear. As an American Citizen he was loyal to the full meaning of the term. Of a dry religious nature, he was exemplary in his life. I never knew of him having an enemy, but he was a pioneer by nature. He would often accompany his father on some of his dashes to recover stolen stock and occasionally to bring in and punish a bad Indian.
He seemed to be a scout by instinct also a natural horseman. While living in Meadow Valley, known as Panaca, Nevada, near Pioche, the Indians showed sign of hostility. The little company poorly armed and numbering about 17 men and boys of youthful size; so they built a fort of sod large enough to hold all hands on the rear of which was built a large enclosure of the same material for the horses. A large corral was made on the stockade order in which the cattle were driven at night. A strong gate which was locked in such a way, that it was impossible to open only with a certain key. Under these circumstances, there was little hope of resisting an attack, being so few in number and the lack of arms and ammunition.
At this time there was a family from Texas living at the lower end of the valley about 15 miles away. One day their camp was surrounded by a band of Indians, who came in and engaged the three young men there, as to their rights to the grass and water. While this was going on, others Indians surrounded the cattle and horses, which were being herded by an old man, the father of the family. He saw the Indians first, and going up a deep ravine, escaped being well mounted, he soon reached the fort and gave the alarm.
It was the rule of the fort, to never allow the saddled horses to be turned lose. So in a few minutes, father with part of the men, made a dash to recover the stock and rescue the family. The three men at the camp were so well-armed that the Indians dared not attack them, but left when they thought the others far enough away for safety. During the night, the rescuing party came in with the lost stock and camped safe. This gave the fort three additional men, well-armed.
The next day five Indians came into the Post and demanded several beefs as pay for water and grass. But they were held as hostage to ensure peace until help could come. That night fires were seen on both sides of the fort on the foothills and was taken as a sign of gathering forces or so it was thought.
The next night, my brother, Hyrum Jerome, offered to make a run to St. George for help. The night being very dark and rainy and he being so well acquainted and well mounted, father decided to let him go. When the night was well advanced, he rode out of camp, not knowing when he and his horse would be shot full of it arrows. It instead of going east, the direction of St. George, he went West, making a detour of some miles, which was good strategy as it was afterwards learned that the country east of the fort was well guarded. However, he made the ride and was back in 4 days with 50 men. St. George was about 100 miles from the fort. The coming of these men put a stop to the Indian trouble.
The following spring, Hyrum Jerome was called by the church authorities to drive an ox team to the Missouri River for freight and emigrants. For a few years, he followed freighting and mining and what there was to be done. About this time, the silver mines of Pioche were discovered, which gave work too many men and teams.
About the year 1868, he went to Salt Lake City to haul ore from mines in Cottonwood Canyon to the smelters. While there, he met Miss Susan Boyce. They were married in the Endowment House. Later they moved to Panguitch, Utah where his people lived.
Near 1877, he was called to Arizona to help settle the little Colorado County.
About 1879, he married Sarah Garn at St. George temple. At the time of the Mormon crusade he went into Mexico. There he took an active part in connection with the Mexican Rurals in ridding the country of the famous Black Jack and his band of out-laws.
He was successful as a cattle buyer for some years, importing to the Mexicans in the interior for the improvement of Mexican cattle. He raised a large family, all of whom proved to be good citizens. He died in the year of 1889, at Colonial Juarez, Chihuahua, Mexico.
Considering the time in which he lived, his occupations, and surroundings circumstances compelled him to adopt without scholastic training or social advantages, few men have done better with their lives than he. By people who knew him best, his real worth was better known. Being of a quiet, unassuming disposition, he was not a man who said much. Morally, and religiously, he was clean and without a blemish. Honored and respected by all who knew him.
Married Susan Boyce, 28 Apr 1866, Salt Lake City, Salt Lake, Utah
Married Sarah Elizabeth Garn, 13 Oct 1880, St. George, Washington Utah
History - Written by Arza S Judd, younger brother.
Hyrum Jerome Judd was the first son of Hyrum and Lisania Fuller Judd born at Council Bluffs, Iowa, February twenty-second 1847. (My brother was 4 years older than myself and a great example to me throughout my life.) This man’s life was largely conditioned by the trials and environments of his mother. A few years prior to and immediately before his birth, she was left 7 months before he was born among strangers, or so she thought, in very destitute circumstances, her husband being away in the service of his country. As he grew in years, these inherent characteristics had a tendency to make him somewhat melancholy and by reason of this fact most of his children are tinctured with this fault.
But he was a man of sterling qualities. In his life he was known as “the boy and man who never told a lie.” I have no hesitancy in saying that he was the bravest man I ever knew. I don’t think he knew the meaning of fear. As an American Citizen he was loyal to the full meaning of the term. Of a dry religious nature, he was exemplary in his life. I never knew of him having an enemy, but he was a pioneer by nature. He would often accompany his father on some of his dashes to recover stolen stock and occasionally to bring in and punish a bad Indian.
He seemed to be a scout by instinct also a natural horseman. While living in Meadow Valley, known as Panaca, Nevada, near Pioche, the Indians showed sign of hostility. The little company poorly armed and numbering about 17 men and boys of youthful size; so they built a fort of sod large enough to hold all hands on the rear of which was built a large enclosure of the same material for the horses. A large corral was made on the stockade order in which the cattle were driven at night. A strong gate which was locked in such a way, that it was impossible to open only with a certain key. Under these circumstances, there was little hope of resisting an attack, being so few in number and the lack of arms and ammunition.
At this time there was a family from Texas living at the lower end of the valley about 15 miles away. One day their camp was surrounded by a band of Indians, who came in and engaged the three young men there, as to their rights to the grass and water. While this was going on, others Indians surrounded the cattle and horses, which were being herded by an old man, the father of the family. He saw the Indians first, and going up a deep ravine, escaped being well mounted, he soon reached the fort and gave the alarm.
It was the rule of the fort, to never allow the saddled horses to be turned lose. So in a few minutes, father with part of the men, made a dash to recover the stock and rescue the family. The three men at the camp were so well-armed that the Indians dared not attack them, but left when they thought the others far enough away for safety. During the night, the rescuing party came in with the lost stock and camped safe. This gave the fort three additional men, well-armed.
The next day five Indians came into the Post and demanded several beefs as pay for water and grass. But they were held as hostage to ensure peace until help could come. That night fires were seen on both sides of the fort on the foothills and was taken as a sign of gathering forces or so it was thought.
The next night, my brother, Hyrum Jerome, offered to make a run to St. George for help. The night being very dark and rainy and he being so well acquainted and well mounted, father decided to let him go. When the night was well advanced, he rode out of camp, not knowing when he and his horse would be shot full of it arrows. It instead of going east, the direction of St. George, he went West, making a detour of some miles, which was good strategy as it was afterwards learned that the country east of the fort was well guarded. However, he made the ride and was back in 4 days with 50 men. St. George was about 100 miles from the fort. The coming of these men put a stop to the Indian trouble.
The following spring, Hyrum Jerome was called by the church authorities to drive an ox team to the Missouri River for freight and emigrants. For a few years, he followed freighting and mining and what there was to be done. About this time, the silver mines of Pioche were discovered, which gave work too many men and teams.
About the year 1868, he went to Salt Lake City to haul ore from mines in Cottonwood Canyon to the smelters. While there, he met Miss Susan Boyce. They were married in the Endowment House. Later they moved to Panguitch, Utah where his people lived.
Near 1877, he was called to Arizona to help settle the little Colorado County.
About 1879, he married Sarah Garn at St. George temple. At the time of the Mormon crusade he went into Mexico. There he took an active part in connection with the Mexican Rurals in ridding the country of the famous Black Jack and his band of out-laws.
He was successful as a cattle buyer for some years, importing to the Mexicans in the interior for the improvement of Mexican cattle. He raised a large family, all of whom proved to be good citizens. He died in the year of 1889, at Colonial Juarez, Chihuahua, Mexico.
Considering the time in which he lived, his occupations, and surroundings circumstances compelled him to adopt without scholastic training or social advantages, few men have done better with their lives than he. By people who knew him best, his real worth was better known. Being of a quiet, unassuming disposition, he was not a man who said much. Morally, and religiously, he was clean and without a blemish. Honored and respected by all who knew him.
Son of Hyrum Judd and Lisania Fuller
Married Susan Boyce, 28 Apr 1866, Salt Lake City, Salt Lake, Utah
Married Sarah Elizabeth Garn, 13 Oct 1880, St. George, Washington Utah
History - Written by Arza S Judd, younger brother.
Hyrum Jerome Judd was the first son of Hyrum and Lisania Fuller Judd born at Council Bluffs, Iowa, February twenty-second 1847. (My brother was 4 years older than myself and a great example to me throughout my life.) This man’s life was largely conditioned by the trials and environments of his mother. A few years prior to and immediately before his birth, she was left 7 months before he was born among strangers, or so she thought, in very destitute circumstances, her husband being away in the service of his country. As he grew in years, these inherent characteristics had a tendency to make him somewhat melancholy and by reason of this fact most of his children are tinctured with this fault.
But he was a man of sterling qualities. In his life he was known as “the boy and man who never told a lie.” I have no hesitancy in saying that he was the bravest man I ever knew. I don’t think he knew the meaning of fear. As an American Citizen he was loyal to the full meaning of the term. Of a dry religious nature, he was exemplary in his life. I never knew of him having an enemy, but he was a pioneer by nature. He would often accompany his father on some of his dashes to recover stolen stock and occasionally to bring in and punish a bad Indian.
He seemed to be a scout by instinct also a natural horseman. While living in Meadow Valley, known as Panaca, Nevada, near Pioche, the Indians showed sign of hostility. The little company poorly armed and numbering about 17 men and boys of youthful size; so they built a fort of sod large enough to hold all hands on the rear of which was built a large enclosure of the same material for the horses. A large corral was made on the stockade order in which the cattle were driven at night. A strong gate which was locked in such a way, that it was impossible to open only with a certain key. Under these circumstances, there was little hope of resisting an attack, being so few in number and the lack of arms and ammunition.
At this time there was a family from Texas living at the lower end of the valley about 15 miles away. One day their camp was surrounded by a band of Indians, who came in and engaged the three young men there, as to their rights to the grass and water. While this was going on, others Indians surrounded the cattle and horses, which were being herded by an old man, the father of the family. He saw the Indians first, and going up a deep ravine, escaped being well mounted, he soon reached the fort and gave the alarm.
It was the rule of the fort, to never allow the saddled horses to be turned lose. So in a few minutes, father with part of the men, made a dash to recover the stock and rescue the family. The three men at the camp were so well-armed that the Indians dared not attack them, but left when they thought the others far enough away for safety. During the night, the rescuing party came in with the lost stock and camped safe. This gave the fort three additional men, well-armed.
The next day five Indians came into the Post and demanded several beefs as pay for water and grass. But they were held as hostage to ensure peace until help could come. That night fires were seen on both sides of the fort on the foothills and was taken as a sign of gathering forces or so it was thought.
The next night, my brother, Hyrum Jerome, offered to make a run to St. George for help. The night being very dark and rainy and he being so well acquainted and well mounted, father decided to let him go. When the night was well advanced, he rode out of camp, not knowing when he and his horse would be shot full of it arrows. It instead of going east, the direction of St. George, he went West, making a detour of some miles, which was good strategy as it was afterwards learned that the country east of the fort was well guarded. However, he made the ride and was back in 4 days with 50 men. St. George was about 100 miles from the fort. The coming of these men put a stop to the Indian trouble.
The following spring, Hyrum Jerome was called by the church authorities to drive an ox team to the Missouri River for freight and emigrants. For a few years, he followed freighting and mining and what there was to be done. About this time, the silver mines of Pioche were discovered, which gave work too many men and teams.
About the year 1868, he went to Salt Lake City to haul ore from mines in Cottonwood Canyon to the smelters. While there, he met Miss Susan Boyce. They were married in the Endowment House. Later they moved to Panguitch, Utah where his people lived.
Near 1877, he was called to Arizona to help settle the little Colorado County.
About 1879, he married Sarah Garn at St. George temple. At the time of the Mormon crusade he went into Mexico. There he took an active part in connection with the Mexican Rurals in ridding the country of the famous Black Jack and his band of out-laws.
He was successful as a cattle buyer for some years, importing to the Mexicans in the interior for the improvement of Mexican cattle. He raised a large family, all of whom proved to be good citizens. He died in the year of 1889, at Colonial Juarez, Chihuahua, Mexico.
Considering the time in which he lived, his occupations, and surroundings circumstances compelled him to adopt without scholastic training or social advantages, few men have done better with their lives than he. By people who knew him best, his real worth was better known. Being of a quiet, unassuming disposition, he was not a man who said much. Morally, and religiously, he was clean and without a blemish. Honored and respected by all who knew him.
Married Susan Boyce, 28 Apr 1866, Salt Lake City, Salt Lake, Utah
Married Sarah Elizabeth Garn, 13 Oct 1880, St. George, Washington Utah
History - Written by Arza S Judd, younger brother.
Hyrum Jerome Judd was the first son of Hyrum and Lisania Fuller Judd born at Council Bluffs, Iowa, February twenty-second 1847. (My brother was 4 years older than myself and a great example to me throughout my life.) This man’s life was largely conditioned by the trials and environments of his mother. A few years prior to and immediately before his birth, she was left 7 months before he was born among strangers, or so she thought, in very destitute circumstances, her husband being away in the service of his country. As he grew in years, these inherent characteristics had a tendency to make him somewhat melancholy and by reason of this fact most of his children are tinctured with this fault.
But he was a man of sterling qualities. In his life he was known as “the boy and man who never told a lie.” I have no hesitancy in saying that he was the bravest man I ever knew. I don’t think he knew the meaning of fear. As an American Citizen he was loyal to the full meaning of the term. Of a dry religious nature, he was exemplary in his life. I never knew of him having an enemy, but he was a pioneer by nature. He would often accompany his father on some of his dashes to recover stolen stock and occasionally to bring in and punish a bad Indian.
He seemed to be a scout by instinct also a natural horseman. While living in Meadow Valley, known as Panaca, Nevada, near Pioche, the Indians showed sign of hostility. The little company poorly armed and numbering about 17 men and boys of youthful size; so they built a fort of sod large enough to hold all hands on the rear of which was built a large enclosure of the same material for the horses. A large corral was made on the stockade order in which the cattle were driven at night. A strong gate which was locked in such a way, that it was impossible to open only with a certain key. Under these circumstances, there was little hope of resisting an attack, being so few in number and the lack of arms and ammunition.
At this time there was a family from Texas living at the lower end of the valley about 15 miles away. One day their camp was surrounded by a band of Indians, who came in and engaged the three young men there, as to their rights to the grass and water. While this was going on, others Indians surrounded the cattle and horses, which were being herded by an old man, the father of the family. He saw the Indians first, and going up a deep ravine, escaped being well mounted, he soon reached the fort and gave the alarm.
It was the rule of the fort, to never allow the saddled horses to be turned lose. So in a few minutes, father with part of the men, made a dash to recover the stock and rescue the family. The three men at the camp were so well-armed that the Indians dared not attack them, but left when they thought the others far enough away for safety. During the night, the rescuing party came in with the lost stock and camped safe. This gave the fort three additional men, well-armed.
The next day five Indians came into the Post and demanded several beefs as pay for water and grass. But they were held as hostage to ensure peace until help could come. That night fires were seen on both sides of the fort on the foothills and was taken as a sign of gathering forces or so it was thought.
The next night, my brother, Hyrum Jerome, offered to make a run to St. George for help. The night being very dark and rainy and he being so well acquainted and well mounted, father decided to let him go. When the night was well advanced, he rode out of camp, not knowing when he and his horse would be shot full of it arrows. It instead of going east, the direction of St. George, he went West, making a detour of some miles, which was good strategy as it was afterwards learned that the country east of the fort was well guarded. However, he made the ride and was back in 4 days with 50 men. St. George was about 100 miles from the fort. The coming of these men put a stop to the Indian trouble.
The following spring, Hyrum Jerome was called by the church authorities to drive an ox team to the Missouri River for freight and emigrants. For a few years, he followed freighting and mining and what there was to be done. About this time, the silver mines of Pioche were discovered, which gave work too many men and teams.
About the year 1868, he went to Salt Lake City to haul ore from mines in Cottonwood Canyon to the smelters. While there, he met Miss Susan Boyce. They were married in the Endowment House. Later they moved to Panguitch, Utah where his people lived.
Near 1877, he was called to Arizona to help settle the little Colorado County.
About 1879, he married Sarah Garn at St. George temple. At the time of the Mormon crusade he went into Mexico. There he took an active part in connection with the Mexican Rurals in ridding the country of the famous Black Jack and his band of out-laws.
He was successful as a cattle buyer for some years, importing to the Mexicans in the interior for the improvement of Mexican cattle. He raised a large family, all of whom proved to be good citizens. He died in the year of 1889, at Colonial Juarez, Chihuahua, Mexico.
Considering the time in which he lived, his occupations, and surroundings circumstances compelled him to adopt without scholastic training or social advantages, few men have done better with their lives than he. By people who knew him best, his real worth was better known. Being of a quiet, unassuming disposition, he was not a man who said much. Morally, and religiously, he was clean and without a blemish. Honored and respected by all who knew him.
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