Selected Families and Individuals

Notes


John Davidson BURT

John Davidson Burt , second counselor to President Oliver G. Snow of Box Elder Stake for several years, was a native of Scotland, his birthplace being Dunfermline, Fifeshire, and the time January 12, 1827. His parents were Andrew Burt and Isabella Hill. He entered the waters of baptism May 19, 1848, John Sharp officiating. Brother Burt was ordained an Elder by Parley P. Pratt in 1853, a High Priest by Lorenzo Snow November 25, 1855, and under the same hands being made a Bishop in 1875. Besides these he had been Ward teacher, secretary of Deacon's quorum, secretary of the High Priests quorum and High Council of Box Elder Stake for many years; secretary of Bishop's court, Bishop of Third Ward of Brigham City for five years; second counselor in the presidency of Box Elder Stake and from 1895 to 1906 president of the High Priests' quorum of that Stake. He returned to his native land as amissionary, being assigned to Great Britain, and was president of the Scottish conference. Being honorably released, he returned home in charge of a company of Saintsand in 1887 performed a special mission to Canada. He went to the Sandwich Islands as a missionary and labored there steadily from 1888 to 1895, also presiding over mission work in Oahu. He was ordained a Patriarch November 26,1900, by Apostle George Teasdale, which position he held until his death. He was married to Elizabeth Patterson August 27, 1848; to Elizabeth Snowball March 7, 1862; and to Ann Howell in August, 1875, and was the father of 22 children, 13 of whom survive him. He was also, at the time of his death, grandfather to over 50 children and had five great-grandchildren. For four years he was in immediate charge of the stonecutting for the Salt Lake Temple under John Sharp, though he had been chiefly a farmer for several years. He was marshal of Brigham City for eight years, deputy sheriff for ten years, and probate judge for five years. He arrived in Utah in 1851, living in Salt LakeCity until 1855, when he went to Brigham City, where helived as a highly respected and thorough-going citizen until his death, which occurred at that place May 6, 1906.

A History by Hilda A. Burt

Elizabeth Patterson Burt was born 17 August 1821, in Sauchie, Clackmannan, Scotland, a daughter of Joseph and Elizabeth Patterson Patterson. Her father passed away in 1825 leaving a widow and two daughters-Elizabeth and Christina. The widow then married David Hunter Cook and they had three girls and one boy-Isabel, Agnes, Janet, and David P. Cook.

Elizabeth Patterson was baptized 3 June 1848 in the river Devon, Clackmann, Scotland. She married John Davidson Burt 23 August 1848. Four days later they left Clackmannan and sailed from Liverpool, England on the sailing vessel, Erin's Queen, 7 September 1848, bound for New Orleans. Here they took passage on board the steam boat, Grand Turk, for St. Louis, that evening about 10 o'clock. They arrived 6 November 1848 having traveled with two other couples-Robert Wilson and his wife, Isabel Cook, and Peter Wilson and his wife, Christina Patterson. They had not a cent between them until Robert Wilson produced an English sovereign. With four dollars of that money they hired two small rooms for one month to accommodate the three couples. After procuring these rooms the men went back to the boat for their wives and effects and soon they occupied their first home on the North American continent. The next morning the remainder of the English sovereign was used to purchase bread, tea, sugar, etc., and all enjoyed breakfast together.

As the men left the meager surroundings in search of something to do to keep body and soul together, their wives-Elizabeth, Christina, her sister and half sister, Isabel - all new brides, felt a tinge of regret in leaving their loved ones behind, yet experiencing a great thrill of arriving in that far way land, America, which they had heard so much about. No doubt they talked about their new roles in life-as wives in a new land-and perhaps a glimpse into life as mothers in this far away country. Whatever their thoughts may have been, they could not have truly have foreseen what the future held for them.

John found employment in the mines at Gravois, six miles from St. Louis, and Elizabeth joined him there. He had had experience working in the mines in Scotland. His earnings were far beyond their expectations and they acknowledged the hand of the Lord in finding this work.

Their first child, Andrew, was born there 17 March 1850. By the spring of 1851 they purchased an ox team, a wagon, two cows, and sufficient provisions to make the journey to Salt Lake Valley with John's parents and only brother, Andrew, who had joined them in St. Louis. The new arrivals had been previously baptized in Scotland. Soon they were on their long journey across the plains, and in September 1851 they arrived in the Salt Lake Valley. There, John was soon employed by the Church to work in the Cut-stone Quarry in Red Butte Canyon and worked there for four years. Their son, David P., and daughter, Elizabeth were born in a wagon in which they lived while doing this work for the Church. There were no doctors so the only available help was a few kind neighbors.

Because of the ravages of the grasshoppers in 1855, there was a scarcity of provisions throughout the Territory and a consequent falling off in tithing receipts. John was advised to go to Brigham City and take up unoccupied land. Everyone suffered severely that winter and most of the cattle died. Even the people had to sustain life by resorting to eating thistle roots, Sego Lilly roots, and even fallen cattle, with occasionally a little wheat-bran for dessert. There were many others throughout Utah at this same time in similar condition, but most of the people endured without a murmur. They just put their trust in God, and through prayers, and faith in Him for that which they had traveled so far to accomplish. He did not forsake them.

In the spring of 1858 because of the "invasion" of Johnston's Army, Elizabeth and the four eldest children had to leave their modest but happy home along with husband and father to journey as far south as Provo. Then with the falling of the leaves, a great sigh of relief and thankfulness to Him who watches over all was offered up, as a great band of Saints returned to their happy homes in Northern Utah. Imagine yourself, in your early thirties with four youngsters-ages 8, 6, 4, and 2 years .... and just starting out with the fifth child, leaving your home and all it held (fear, to journey again, so to speak, "in the land of the wilderness). What faith! To instill this one good trait into the hearts of her offspring is one endearing thought ...and she stayed true to the end. A lovely daughter was born soon after returning home. Then, two more children were born to this union and between these two births came the startling news of a second wife coming into the family. That faith which had been the supporting stay of life thus far and the duty of the husband, and the acknowledgement of the wife; and compassion for mankind, was the result of a large happy family. We must remember "love is the highest sentiment of the human heart."

John D. Burt and Elizabeth Snowball were united in marriage and the young bride was brought home to mother Elizabeth P. Burt. With open arms she pulled her to her breast and said, my Lizzie," and from then on it was always "my Lizzie." This sentiment was truly shown to be real as she graciously cleared out her own bedroom so they could move in.

Elizabeth Snowball had lost her parents on the way to Utah but her husband's first wife took up this great chasm in her life and carried on to the very end. The children of this union, numbering a bakers dozen, she alone brought about in a safe delivery, and knew every pain and every birth mark through these trying ordeals. In sickness and death she shared the sorrows as if they were her very own. Four times these two wives went through the deaths of their children, alone, while John was carrying forth his duties away from home.

Apparently she was very stern, yet kind. The Scottish people are renowned for this trait and very much misunderstood. Those who did not understand should have read a statement by Solomon: "With all thy getting, get understanding." This applies to many things in life. She was very helpful in her church and community and did so much to alleviate the labors and illnesses of those about her.

By the time John went on his first mission to Great Britain in 1885, their family was all grown up and all but one son was married. Then he served two missions to the Hawaiian Islands where he was visited by his third wife and son for a short time and where he took his second wife and their youngest children on his third mission. But Elizabeth P. always remained home, a stalwart "rock of Gibraltar"-there when she was needed. She kept the lights burning until she grew weary and worn.

Returning home in 1896, John found that in his first companion the lights were slowly ebbing out and with compassion in his heart, he took her to the Salt Lake Temple where "they took out their second endowments." Just nine days later she passed to her reward, 16 April 1896. End account.

David Patterson Burt was the second son of John Davidson Burt.

David Patterson Burt
1852-1924

David Patterson Burt was born in Salt Lake City, Utah September 11, 1852, just five years after the entrance of the Pioneers into the Salt Lake Valley. He was of Scottish descent, being the second son of John Davidson Burt and Elizabeth Patterson Burt, who emigrated from their native land of Scotland, having recently embraced the gospel as taught by the missionaries of the Church of Jesus Christ of Latter-day Saints.

The family remained in Salt Lake City but a few years, when they moved to Brigham City and made their permanent home in what is now the Second Ward, where they erected a small house, which served as their home during the first few years, and until building material became more plentiful.

David's early years were spent among the privations and hardships of those early pioneer days, so that David and his brothers were kept busy at work on the farm, and they had very little time for recreation or schooling, so the only education he received while he was a young man was obtained during the three or four winter months of the year.

In his latter boyhood days a great deal of the responsibility of providing for his mother and younger siblings was carried by him and his elder brother as his father was called into public and church positions and he also entered into plural marriage, which took him away from home for a number of years, leaving David much of the work of looking after his father's interests while away.

David married Louise Wrighton, the daughter of William and Hannah Jones Wrighton, on November 23, 1874. Louise was a young school teacher before her marriage, and during their married life she assisted him very materially in acquiring the learning he had been deprived of in his early years.

Shortly after his marriage, he became apprenticed to his father-in-law William Wrighton, and learned the carpenter trade. They worked together in the erection of many buildings in Brigham City. When the Logan Temple was being built, it was the custom to call tradesmen to contribute time and work in the erection of that building, so David contributed one years time on the construction of the Logan Temple.

During his early married life, David became interested in the home theatricals, which was encouraged by the Church leaders, to develop talent and provide recreation and diversion from undesirable pastimes. He played many and varied parts, presented on their makeshift stages, in the old court house building, and in the upstairs room of the building which stood on the corner where the Compton Art Studio now stands. In later years he became director and actor in the many home plays put on by the young peoples organization in the wards, and was manager of the Brigham City Opera House after it was taken over by the four wards of Brigham City, in which position he booked theater troops that applied for the privilege of including the Brigham City Opera House in their itinerary of traveling shows.

David P. Burt was very active in Church organizations, having served in the Presidency of the Young Men's Mutual Improvement Association, of the Second Ward when that association was first organized. He was released from the Mutual Presidency to become Superintendent of the Second Ward Sunday School, which position he held until 1886. In appreciation of his services in the Sunday School, his associates and co-workers presented him with a large family bible, which was prized very highly and still remains in the possession of one of the members of his family. He moved to the Third Ward of Brigham City in 1886.

He arrived as Superintendent of the Sunday School, and later as President of the Young Men's Mutual Improvement Association, and also President of a quorum of the Priesthood which comprised the Elders of the Third, Fourth and Mantua Wards.

The regular activities of the quorums were interspersed with parties and socials, including dancing, and many enjoyable times were had in their gatherings. He held these positions for a number of years, until he was called by the Church authorities to fill a mission to the Southern States and departed for that mission May 19, 1896. At that time he was forty-six years of age, and his family consisted of his wife and eight children ranging in age from young womanhood in the case of the two older daughters, on down to a baby less than one year old. He left to his wife the responsibility of providing and caring for the family, and providing the finances for his mission. However, she was assisted by his future son-in-law, who operated the farm during his absence.

Soon after the return from the mission field, he was called into the Third Ward Bishopric, serving as first counselor to Bishop Lorenzo Stahl. While serving in this capacity, the ward undertook the erecting of a new chapel. Brother Burt was on the building committee and helped supervise the work on this new building. When Bishop Stahl was released to take up his residence in Salt Lake City, David was ordained as Bishop of the Brigham City Third Ward, and set apart by Charles W. Penrose of the First Presidency of the Church. He held this position from September 9, 1912 until May 6, 1817, when he requested to be released on account of ill health.

David was also active in public life, being elected to the position of County Assessor at different periods of time and serving a number of terms in that office. This work took him all over Box Elder County in his job of valuing the real estate and building in the area for the purpose of making proper assessments therein for the County. In this way he became acquainted with the people of Box Elder County and made many life-long friends among them. He also held the position of school trustee under the former system of school supervision.

In all his positions of trust he was considerate and conscientious, always serving in these capacities before considering personal interests. Though a carpenter and cabinet maker by trade, he was also interested in farming, having acquired farm land in the vicinity of Brigham City, as well as owning a farm at what was commonly known as "cut at the slough" near the city of Corrine. In his later years he sold his farm property to two of his sons, as the responsibility and work was too strenuous for him.

When the family moved into the Third Ward, David Burt erected a new home on the corner of 3rd West and 6th North, later selling this home and erecting another family home on 3rd West and 2nd North, acting as planner and architect of these buildings and doing the carpentry work himself. He took great pride in landscaping and beautifying the grounds surrounding his home. At this later home, surrounded by his family and loved ones, David Patterson Burt left this life to take up a new one in the eternal world.


Before passing, he and his wife had the privilege of celebrating their Golden Wedding Anniversary on November 23rd, 1924, at their home, with the immediate members of his family present, together with members of the Bishopric, and a few close friends. The evening was spent in talks of respect and reminiscing on the younger days of Brother and Sister Burt by their closest friends, the serving of a delicious tray luncheon by the members of the family concluding the program and by singing "Silver Threads Among the Gold."

Though Brother Burt was in very poor health at this time, he requested that their Golden Wedding Anniversary be celebrated and was very happy in participating with his family and friends on this occasion.

David P. Burt was indeed a friend to the people, always with the sick and giving comfort to those in trouble. He was very generous in donating of his means to the poor and was of a most pleasant disposition, congenial and thoughtful of all, and had a host of friends. He was never idle, always very busy, and when he had any leisure time he spent it in reading the scriptures and Church works and informing himself on important happenings of world affairs. He died December 6, 1924.

Testimony of S. Norman Lee:

I knew Brother Burt from my childhood but it was not until I was called into the Bishopric of the Third Ward as his counselor that I learned to love and admire him to the fullest. I was called to help with the final collection of furnishings for the new Chapel. The amount was small compared with the larger outlay for the building but Brother Burt had grown sensitive about dunning the people for money. He had been in the forefront of operation from the start and it was getting pretty monotonous. I hadn't been in the work at all so it was thought that I could go on for some time before my skin would get thin. It worked out all right and when the collection was finally finished and the President of the Stake asked me where I would prefer to work-remain in the Bishopric or go back in the High Council from which I had been taken. We had gotten along so well that I didn't like to leave and Brother Burt made it plainly evident that he wanted me to stay. When Brother Hoopes was taken to Superintend the Stake Sunday Schools, it was necessary to select another counselor. At Brother Burt's suggestion we made it a matter of our personal and separate prayers. A short time thereafter he asked me who I had in mind. I answered unhesitatingly, "J.C. Fredericksen." He said, "That's miraculous. I've gone over the field in my mind time and time again and I always come back to him." So it was settled; Brother Fredericksen came into the Bishopric. If any three me got along perfectly, we did. It is a very pleasant thing to remember. He was a real father of the Ward, and kind and considerate, but he kept a pretty tight line on me. If I ever wanted to get after someone for what I thought was negligence, he would say, "I believe you better not; you might bear down too hard." Thus I acquired a degree of caution under his teaching.

One thing that nobody seems to remember, or to mention, is a particular bit of civic work that stands to his credit even to this day. He made the distribution of city irrigation water rights-the system that is used now. That was more than 50 years ago. Perhaps a few people stop to think what that means. It was a mathematical problem that was worthy of an Einstein. Every foot of ground has it's portion, based on that distribution. Not every piece of ground in the city has a vested right-that was taken into account in the adjustment-but no one who did have a water right has ever been disturbed in it. It's a marvel to everybody who ever has occasion to look into it.


Elizabeth PATTERSON

Elizabeth Patterson Burt was born 17 August 1821, in Sauchie, Clackmannan, Scotland, a daughter of Joseph and Elizabeth Patterson Patterson. Her father passed away in 1825 leaving a widow and two daughters Elizabeth and Christina. The widow then married David Hunter Cook and they had three girls and one boy Isabel, Agnes, Janet, and David P. Cook.
Elizabeth Patterson was baptized 3 June 1848 in the river Devon, Clackmann, Scotland. She m arried John Davidson Burt 23 August 1848. Four days later they left Clackmannan and sailed from Liverpool, England on the sailing vessel, Erin's Queen, 7 September 1848, bound for New Orleans. Here they took passage on board the steam boat, Grand Turk, for St. Louis, that evening about 10 o'clock. They arrived 6 November 1848 having traveled with two other couples Robert Wilson and his wife, Isabel Cook, and Peter Wilson and his wife, Christina Patterson. They had not a cent between them until Robert Wilson produced an English sovereign. With four dollars of that money they hired two small rooms for one month to accommodate the three couples. After procuring these rooms the men went back to the boat for their wives and effects and soon they occupied their first home on the North American continent. The next morning the remainder of the English sovereign was used to purchase bread, tea, sugar, etc., and all enjoyed breakfast together.
As the men left the meager surroundings in search of something to do to keep body and soul to gether, their wives Elizabeth, Christina, her sister and half sister, Isabel all new brides, felt a tinge of regret in leaving their loved ones behind, yet experiencing a great thrill of arriving in that far way land, America, which they had heard so much about. No doubt they talked about their new roles in life as wives in a new land and perhaps a glimpse into life as mothers in this far away country. Whatever their thoughts may have been, they could not have truly have foreseen what the future held for them.
John found employment in the mines at Gravois, six miles from St. Louis, and Elizabeth joine d him there. He had had experience working in the mines in Scotland. His earnings were far beyond their expectations and they acknowledged the hand of the Lord in finding this work.
Their first child, Andrew, was born there 17 March 1850. By the spring of 1851 they purchase d an ox team, a wagon, two cows, and sufficient provisions to make the journey to Salt Lake Valley with John's parents and only brother, Andrew, who had joined them in St. Louis. The new arrivals had been previously baptized in Scotland. Soon they were on their long journey across the plains, and in September 1851 they arrived in the Salt Lake Valley. There, John was soon employed by the Church to work in the Cut-stone Quarry in Red Butte Canyon and worked there for four years. Their son, David P., and daughter, Elizabeth were born in a wagon in which they lived while doing this work for the Church. There were no doctors so the only available help was a few kind neighbors.
Because of the ravages of the grasshoppers in 1855, there was a scarcity of provisions throug hout the Territory and a consequent falling off in tithing receipts. John was advised to go to Brigham City and take up unoccupied land. Everyone suffered severely that winter and most of the cattle died. Even the people had to sustain life by resorting to eating thistle roots, Sego Lilly roots, and even fallen cattle, with occasionally a little wheat-bran for dessert. There were many others throughout Utah at this same time in similar condition, but most of the people endured without a murmur. They just put their trust in God, and through prayers, and faith in Him for that which they had traveled so far to accomplish. He did not forsake them.
In the spring of 1858 because of the "invasion" of Johnston's Army, Elizabeth and the four e ldest children had to leave their modest but happy home along with husband and father to journey as far south as Provo. Then with the falling of the leaves, a great sigh of relief and thankfulness to Him who watches over all was offered up, as a great band of Saints returned to their happy homes in Northern Utah. Imagine yourself, in your early thirties with four youngsters ages 8, 6, 4, and 2 years .... and just starting out with the fifth child, leaving your home and all it held (fear, to journey again, so to speak, "in the land of the wilderness). What faith! To instill this one good trait into the hearts of her offspring is one endearing thought ...and she stayed true to the end. A lovely daughter was born soon after returning home. Then, two more children were born to this union and between these two births came the startling news of a second wife coming into the family. That faith which had been the supporting stay of life thus far and the duty of the husband, and the acknowledgement of the wife; and compassion for mankind, was the result of a large happy family. We must remember love is the highest sentiment of the human heart.
John D. Burt and Elizabeth Snowball were united in marriage and the young bride was brought h ome to mother Elizabeth P. Burt. With open arms she pulled her to her breast and said, my Lizzie," and from then on it was always my Lizzie. This sentiment was truly shown to be real as she graciously cleared out her own bedroom so they could move in.
Elizabeth Snowball had lost her parents on the way to Utah but her husband's first wife too k up this great chasm in her life and carried on to the very end. The children of this union, numbering a bakers dozen, she alone brought about in a safe delivery, and knew every pain and every birth mark through these trying ordeals. In sickness and death she shared the sorrows as if they were her very own. Four times these two wives went through the deaths of their children, alone, while John was carrying forth his duties away from home.
Apparently she was very stern, yet kind. The Scottish people are renowned for this trait an d very much misunderstood. Those who did not understand should have read a statement by Solomon: With all thy getting, get understanding. This applies to many things in life. She was very helpful in her church and community and did so much to alleviate the labors and illnesses of those about her.
By the time John went on his first mission to Great Britain in 1885, their family was all gro wn up and all but one son was married. Then he served two missions to the Hawaiian Islands where he was visited by his third wife and son for a short time and where he took his second wife and their youngest children on his third mission. But Elizabeth P. always remained home, a stalwart rock of Gibraltar there when she was needed. She kept the lights burning until she grew weary and worn.
Returning home in 1896, John found that in his first companion the lights were slowly ebbin g out and with compassion in his heart, he took her to the Salt Lake Temple where they took out their second endowments. Just nine days later she passed to her reward, 16 April 1896.


John Davidson BURT

John Davidson Burt , second counselor to President Oliver G. Snow of Box Elder Stake for several years, was a native of Scotland, his birthplace being Dunfermline, Fifeshire, and the time January 12, 1827. His parents were Andrew Burt and Isabella Hill. He entered the waters of baptism May 19, 1848, John Sharp officiating. Brother Burt was ordained an Elder by Parley P. Pratt in 1853, a High Priest by Lorenzo Snow November 25, 1855, and under the same hands being made a Bishop in 1875. Besides these he had been Ward teacher, secretary of Deacon's quorum, secretary of the High Priests quorum and High Council of Box Elder Stake for many years; secretary of Bishop's court, Bishop of Third Ward of Brigham City for five years; second counselor in the presidency of Box Elder Stake and from 1895 to 1906 president of the High Priests' quorum of that Stake. He returned to his native land as amissionary, being assigned to Great Britain, and was president of the Scottish conference. Being honorably released, he returned home in charge of a company of Saintsand in 1887 performed a special mission to Canada. He went to the Sandwich Islands as a missionary and labored there steadily from 1888 to 1895, also presiding over mission work in Oahu. He was ordained a Patriarch November 26,1900, by Apostle George Teasdale, which position he held until his death. He was married to Elizabeth Patterson August 27, 1848; to Elizabeth Snowball March 7, 1862; and to Ann Howell in August, 1875, and was the father of 22 children, 13 of whom survive him. He was also, at the time of his death, grandfather to over 50 children and had five great-grandchildren. For four years he was in immediate charge of the stonecutting for the Salt Lake Temple under John Sharp, though he had been chiefly a farmer for several years. He was marshal of Brigham City for eight years, deputy sheriff for ten years, and probate judge for five years. He arrived in Utah in 1851, living in Salt LakeCity until 1855, when he went to Brigham City, where helived as a highly respected and thorough-going citizen until his death, which occurred at that place May 6, 1906.

A History by Hilda A. Burt

Elizabeth Patterson Burt was born 17 August 1821, in Sauchie, Clackmannan, Scotland, a daughter of Joseph and Elizabeth Patterson Patterson. Her father passed away in 1825 leaving a widow and two daughters-Elizabeth and Christina. The widow then married David Hunter Cook and they had three girls and one boy-Isabel, Agnes, Janet, and David P. Cook.

Elizabeth Patterson was baptized 3 June 1848 in the river Devon, Clackmann, Scotland. She married John Davidson Burt 23 August 1848. Four days later they left Clackmannan and sailed from Liverpool, England on the sailing vessel, Erin's Queen, 7 September 1848, bound for New Orleans. Here they took passage on board the steam boat, Grand Turk, for St. Louis, that evening about 10 o'clock. They arrived 6 November 1848 having traveled with two other couples-Robert Wilson and his wife, Isabel Cook, and Peter Wilson and his wife, Christina Patterson. They had not a cent between them until Robert Wilson produced an English sovereign. With four dollars of that money they hired two small rooms for one month to accommodate the three couples. After procuring these rooms the men went back to the boat for their wives and effects and soon they occupied their first home on the North American continent. The next morning the remainder of the English sovereign was used to purchase bread, tea, sugar, etc., and all enjoyed breakfast together.

As the men left the meager surroundings in search of something to do to keep body and soul together, their wives-Elizabeth, Christina, her sister and half sister, Isabel - all new brides, felt a tinge of regret in leaving their loved ones behind, yet experiencing a great thrill of arriving in that far way land, America, which they had heard so much about. No doubt they talked about their new roles in life-as wives in a new land-and perhaps a glimpse into life as mothers in this far away country. Whatever their thoughts may have been, they could not have truly have foreseen what the future held for them.

John found employment in the mines at Gravois, six miles from St. Louis, and Elizabeth joined him there. He had had experience working in the mines in Scotland. His earnings were far beyond their expectations and they acknowledged the hand of the Lord in finding this work.

Their first child, Andrew, was born there 17 March 1850. By the spring of 1851 they purchased an ox team, a wagon, two cows, and sufficient provisions to make the journey to Salt Lake Valley with John's parents and only brother, Andrew, who had joined them in St. Louis. The new arrivals had been previously baptized in Scotland. Soon they were on their long journey across the plains, and in September 1851 they arrived in the Salt Lake Valley. There, John was soon employed by the Church to work in the Cut-stone Quarry in Red Butte Canyon and worked there for four years. Their son, David P., and daughter, Elizabeth were born in a wagon in which they lived while doing this work for the Church. There were no doctors so the only available help was a few kind neighbors.

Because of the ravages of the grasshoppers in 1855, there was a scarcity of provisions throughout the Territory and a consequent falling off in tithing receipts. John was advised to go to Brigham City and take up unoccupied land. Everyone suffered severely that winter and most of the cattle died. Even the people had to sustain life by resorting to eating thistle roots, Sego Lilly roots, and even fallen cattle, with occasionally a little wheat-bran for dessert. There were many others throughout Utah at this same time in similar condition, but most of the people endured without a murmur. They just put their trust in God, and through prayers, and faith in Him for that which they had traveled so far to accomplish. He did not forsake them.

In the spring of 1858 because of the "invasion" of Johnston's Army, Elizabeth and the four eldest children had to leave their modest but happy home along with husband and father to journey as far south as Provo. Then with the falling of the leaves, a great sigh of relief and thankfulness to Him who watches over all was offered up, as a great band of Saints returned to their happy homes in Northern Utah. Imagine yourself, in your early thirties with four youngsters-ages 8, 6, 4, and 2 years .... and just starting out with the fifth child, leaving your home and all it held (fear, to journey again, so to speak, "in the land of the wilderness). What faith! To instill this one good trait into the hearts of her offspring is one endearing thought ...and she stayed true to the end. A lovely daughter was born soon after returning home. Then, two more children were born to this union and between these two births came the startling news of a second wife coming into the family. That faith which had been the supporting stay of life thus far and the duty of the husband, and the acknowledgement of the wife; and compassion for mankind, was the result of a large happy family. We must remember "love is the highest sentiment of the human heart."

John D. Burt and Elizabeth Snowball were united in marriage and the young bride was brought home to mother Elizabeth P. Burt. With open arms she pulled her to her breast and said, my Lizzie," and from then on it was always "my Lizzie." This sentiment was truly shown to be real as she graciously cleared out her own bedroom so they could move in.

Elizabeth Snowball had lost her parents on the way to Utah but her husband's first wife took up this great chasm in her life and carried on to the very end. The children of this union, numbering a bakers dozen, she alone brought about in a safe delivery, and knew every pain and every birth mark through these trying ordeals. In sickness and death she shared the sorrows as if they were her very own. Four times these two wives went through the deaths of their children, alone, while John was carrying forth his duties away from home.

Apparently she was very stern, yet kind. The Scottish people are renowned for this trait and very much misunderstood. Those who did not understand should have read a statement by Solomon: "With all thy getting, get understanding." This applies to many things in life. She was very helpful in her church and community and did so much to alleviate the labors and illnesses of those about her.

By the time John went on his first mission to Great Britain in 1885, their family was all grown up and all but one son was married. Then he served two missions to the Hawaiian Islands where he was visited by his third wife and son for a short time and where he took his second wife and their youngest children on his third mission. But Elizabeth P. always remained home, a stalwart "rock of Gibraltar"-there when she was needed. She kept the lights burning until she grew weary and worn.

Returning home in 1896, John found that in his first companion the lights were slowly ebbing out and with compassion in his heart, he took her to the Salt Lake Temple where "they took out their second endowments." Just nine days later she passed to her reward, 16 April 1896. End account.

David Patterson Burt was the second son of John Davidson Burt.

David Patterson Burt
1852-1924

David Patterson Burt was born in Salt Lake City, Utah September 11, 1852, just five years after the entrance of the Pioneers into the Salt Lake Valley. He was of Scottish descent, being the second son of John Davidson Burt and Elizabeth Patterson Burt, who emigrated from their native land of Scotland, having recently embraced the gospel as taught by the missionaries of the Church of Jesus Christ of Latter-day Saints.

The family remained in Salt Lake City but a few years, when they moved to Brigham City and made their permanent home in what is now the Second Ward, where they erected a small house, which served as their home during the first few years, and until building material became more plentiful.

David's early years were spent among the privations and hardships of those early pioneer days, so that David and his brothers were kept busy at work on the farm, and they had very little time for recreation or schooling, so the only education he received while he was a young man was obtained during the three or four winter months of the year.

In his latter boyhood days a great deal of the responsibility of providing for his mother and younger siblings was carried by him and his elder brother as his father was called into public and church positions and he also entered into plural marriage, which took him away from home for a number of years, leaving David much of the work of looking after his father's interests while away.

David married Louise Wrighton, the daughter of William and Hannah Jones Wrighton, on November 23, 1874. Louise was a young school teacher before her marriage, and during their married life she assisted him very materially in acquiring the learning he had been deprived of in his early years.

Shortly after his marriage, he became apprenticed to his father-in-law William Wrighton, and learned the carpenter trade. They worked together in the erection of many buildings in Brigham City. When the Logan Temple was being built, it was the custom to call tradesmen to contribute time and work in the erection of that building, so David contributed one years time on the construction of the Logan Temple.

During his early married life, David became interested in the home theatricals, which was encouraged by the Church leaders, to develop talent and provide recreation and diversion from undesirable pastimes. He played many and varied parts, presented on their makeshift stages, in the old court house building, and in the upstairs room of the building which stood on the corner where the Compton Art Studio now stands. In later years he became director and actor in the many home plays put on by the young peoples organization in the wards, and was manager of the Brigham City Opera House after it was taken over by the four wards of Brigham City, in which position he booked theater troops that applied for the privilege of including the Brigham City Opera House in their itinerary of traveling shows.

David P. Burt was very active in Church organizations, having served in the Presidency of the Young Men's Mutual Improvement Association, of the Second Ward when that association was first organized. He was released from the Mutual Presidency to become Superintendent of the Second Ward Sunday School, which position he held until 1886. In appreciation of his services in the Sunday School, his associates and co-workers presented him with a large family bible, which was prized very highly and still remains in the possession of one of the members of his family. He moved to the Third Ward of Brigham City in 1886.

He arrived as Superintendent of the Sunday School, and later as President of the Young Men's Mutual Improvement Association, and also President of a quorum of the Priesthood which comprised the Elders of the Third, Fourth and Mantua Wards.

The regular activities of the quorums were interspersed with parties and socials, including dancing, and many enjoyable times were had in their gatherings. He held these positions for a number of years, until he was called by the Church authorities to fill a mission to the Southern States and departed for that mission May 19, 1896. At that time he was forty-six years of age, and his family consisted of his wife and eight children ranging in age from young womanhood in the case of the two older daughters, on down to a baby less than one year old. He left to his wife the responsibility of providing and caring for the family, and providing the finances for his mission. However, she was assisted by his future son-in-law, who operated the farm during his absence.

Soon after the return from the mission field, he was called into the Third Ward Bishopric, serving as first counselor to Bishop Lorenzo Stahl. While serving in this capacity, the ward undertook the erecting of a new chapel. Brother Burt was on the building committee and helped supervise the work on this new building. When Bishop Stahl was released to take up his residence in Salt Lake City, David was ordained as Bishop of the Brigham City Third Ward, and set apart by Charles W. Penrose of the First Presidency of the Church. He held this position from September 9, 1912 until May 6, 1817, when he requested to be released on account of ill health.

David was also active in public life, being elected to the position of County Assessor at different periods of time and serving a number of terms in that office. This work took him all over Box Elder County in his job of valuing the real estate and building in the area for the purpose of making proper assessments therein for the County. In this way he became acquainted with the people of Box Elder County and made many life-long friends among them. He also held the position of school trustee under the former system of school supervision.

In all his positions of trust he was considerate and conscientious, always serving in these capacities before considering personal interests. Though a carpenter and cabinet maker by trade, he was also interested in farming, having acquired farm land in the vicinity of Brigham City, as well as owning a farm at what was commonly known as "cut at the slough" near the city of Corrine. In his later years he sold his farm property to two of his sons, as the responsibility and work was too strenuous for him.

When the family moved into the Third Ward, David Burt erected a new home on the corner of 3rd West and 6th North, later selling this home and erecting another family home on 3rd West and 2nd North, acting as planner and architect of these buildings and doing the carpentry work himself. He took great pride in landscaping and beautifying the grounds surrounding his home. At this later home, surrounded by his family and loved ones, David Patterson Burt left this life to take up a new one in the eternal world.


Before passing, he and his wife had the privilege of celebrating their Golden Wedding Anniversary on November 23rd, 1924, at their home, with the immediate members of his family present, together with members of the Bishopric, and a few close friends. The evening was spent in talks of respect and reminiscing on the younger days of Brother and Sister Burt by their closest friends, the serving of a delicious tray luncheon by the members of the family concluding the program and by singing "Silver Threads Among the Gold."

Though Brother Burt was in very poor health at this time, he requested that their Golden Wedding Anniversary be celebrated and was very happy in participating with his family and friends on this occasion.

David P. Burt was indeed a friend to the people, always with the sick and giving comfort to those in trouble. He was very generous in donating of his means to the poor and was of a most pleasant disposition, congenial and thoughtful of all, and had a host of friends. He was never idle, always very busy, and when he had any leisure time he spent it in reading the scriptures and Church works and informing himself on important happenings of world affairs. He died December 6, 1924.

Testimony of S. Norman Lee:

I knew Brother Burt from my childhood but it was not until I was called into the Bishopric of the Third Ward as his counselor that I learned to love and admire him to the fullest. I was called to help with the final collection of furnishings for the new Chapel. The amount was small compared with the larger outlay for the building but Brother Burt had grown sensitive about dunning the people for money. He had been in the forefront of operation from the start and it was getting pretty monotonous. I hadn't been in the work at all so it was thought that I could go on for some time before my skin would get thin. It worked out all right and when the collection was finally finished and the President of the Stake asked me where I would prefer to work-remain in the Bishopric or go back in the High Council from which I had been taken. We had gotten along so well that I didn't like to leave and Brother Burt made it plainly evident that he wanted me to stay. When Brother Hoopes was taken to Superintend the Stake Sunday Schools, it was necessary to select another counselor. At Brother Burt's suggestion we made it a matter of our personal and separate prayers. A short time thereafter he asked me who I had in mind. I answered unhesitatingly, "J.C. Fredericksen." He said, "That's miraculous. I've gone over the field in my mind time and time again and I always come back to him." So it was settled; Brother Fredericksen came into the Bishopric. If any three me got along perfectly, we did. It is a very pleasant thing to remember. He was a real father of the Ward, and kind and considerate, but he kept a pretty tight line on me. If I ever wanted to get after someone for what I thought was negligence, he would say, "I believe you better not; you might bear down too hard." Thus I acquired a degree of caution under his teaching.

One thing that nobody seems to remember, or to mention, is a particular bit of civic work that stands to his credit even to this day. He made the distribution of city irrigation water rights-the system that is used now. That was more than 50 years ago. Perhaps a few people stop to think what that means. It was a mathematical problem that was worthy of an Einstein. Every foot of ground has it's portion, based on that distribution. Not every piece of ground in the city has a vested right-that was taken into account in the adjustment-but no one who did have a water right has ever been disturbed in it. It's a marvel to everybody who ever has occasion to look into it.


John Davidson BURT

John Davidson Burt , second counselor to President Oliver G. Snow of Box Elder Stake for several years, was a native of Scotland, his birthplace being Dunfermline, Fifeshire, and the time January 12, 1827. His parents were Andrew Burt and Isabella Hill. He entered the waters of baptism May 19, 1848, John Sharp officiating. Brother Burt was ordained an Elder by Parley P. Pratt in 1853, a High Priest by Lorenzo Snow November 25, 1855, and under the same hands being made a Bishop in 1875. Besides these he had been Ward teacher, secretary of Deacon's quorum, secretary of the High Priests quorum and High Council of Box Elder Stake for many years; secretary of Bishop's court, Bishop of Third Ward of Brigham City for five years; second counselor in the presidency of Box Elder Stake and from 1895 to 1906 president of the High Priests' quorum of that Stake. He returned to his native land as amissionary, being assigned to Great Britain, and was president of the Scottish conference. Being honorably released, he returned home in charge of a company of Saintsand in 1887 performed a special mission to Canada. He went to the Sandwich Islands as a missionary and labored there steadily from 1888 to 1895, also presiding over mission work in Oahu. He was ordained a Patriarch November 26,1900, by Apostle George Teasdale, which position he held until his death. He was married to Elizabeth Patterson August 27, 1848; to Elizabeth Snowball March 7, 1862; and to Ann Howell in August, 1875, and was the father of 22 children, 13 of whom survive him. He was also, at the time of his death, grandfather to over 50 children and had five great-grandchildren. For four years he was in immediate charge of the stonecutting for the Salt Lake Temple under John Sharp, though he had been chiefly a farmer for several years. He was marshal of Brigham City for eight years, deputy sheriff for ten years, and probate judge for five years. He arrived in Utah in 1851, living in Salt LakeCity until 1855, when he went to Brigham City, where helived as a highly respected and thorough-going citizen until his death, which occurred at that place May 6, 1906.

A History by Hilda A. Burt

Elizabeth Patterson Burt was born 17 August 1821, in Sauchie, Clackmannan, Scotland, a daughter of Joseph and Elizabeth Patterson Patterson. Her father passed away in 1825 leaving a widow and two daughters-Elizabeth and Christina. The widow then married David Hunter Cook and they had three girls and one boy-Isabel, Agnes, Janet, and David P. Cook.

Elizabeth Patterson was baptized 3 June 1848 in the river Devon, Clackmann, Scotland. She married John Davidson Burt 23 August 1848. Four days later they left Clackmannan and sailed from Liverpool, England on the sailing vessel, Erin's Queen, 7 September 1848, bound for New Orleans. Here they took passage on board the steam boat, Grand Turk, for St. Louis, that evening about 10 o'clock. They arrived 6 November 1848 having traveled with two other couples-Robert Wilson and his wife, Isabel Cook, and Peter Wilson and his wife, Christina Patterson. They had not a cent between them until Robert Wilson produced an English sovereign. With four dollars of that money they hired two small rooms for one month to accommodate the three couples. After procuring these rooms the men went back to the boat for their wives and effects and soon they occupied their first home on the North American continent. The next morning the remainder of the English sovereign was used to purchase bread, tea, sugar, etc., and all enjoyed breakfast together.

As the men left the meager surroundings in search of something to do to keep body and soul together, their wives-Elizabeth, Christina, her sister and half sister, Isabel - all new brides, felt a tinge of regret in leaving their loved ones behind, yet experiencing a great thrill of arriving in that far way land, America, which they had heard so much about. No doubt they talked about their new roles in life-as wives in a new land-and perhaps a glimpse into life as mothers in this far away country. Whatever their thoughts may have been, they could not have truly have foreseen what the future held for them.

John found employment in the mines at Gravois, six miles from St. Louis, and Elizabeth joined him there. He had had experience working in the mines in Scotland. His earnings were far beyond their expectations and they acknowledged the hand of the Lord in finding this work.

Their first child, Andrew, was born there 17 March 1850. By the spring of 1851 they purchased an ox team, a wagon, two cows, and sufficient provisions to make the journey to Salt Lake Valley with John's parents and only brother, Andrew, who had joined them in St. Louis. The new arrivals had been previously baptized in Scotland. Soon they were on their long journey across the plains, and in September 1851 they arrived in the Salt Lake Valley. There, John was soon employed by the Church to work in the Cut-stone Quarry in Red Butte Canyon and worked there for four years. Their son, David P., and daughter, Elizabeth were born in a wagon in which they lived while doing this work for the Church. There were no doctors so the only available help was a few kind neighbors.

Because of the ravages of the grasshoppers in 1855, there was a scarcity of provisions throughout the Territory and a consequent falling off in tithing receipts. John was advised to go to Brigham City and take up unoccupied land. Everyone suffered severely that winter and most of the cattle died. Even the people had to sustain life by resorting to eating thistle roots, Sego Lilly roots, and even fallen cattle, with occasionally a little wheat-bran for dessert. There were many others throughout Utah at this same time in similar condition, but most of the people endured without a murmur. They just put their trust in God, and through prayers, and faith in Him for that which they had traveled so far to accomplish. He did not forsake them.

In the spring of 1858 because of the "invasion" of Johnston's Army, Elizabeth and the four eldest children had to leave their modest but happy home along with husband and father to journey as far south as Provo. Then with the falling of the leaves, a great sigh of relief and thankfulness to Him who watches over all was offered up, as a great band of Saints returned to their happy homes in Northern Utah. Imagine yourself, in your early thirties with four youngsters-ages 8, 6, 4, and 2 years .... and just starting out with the fifth child, leaving your home and all it held (fear, to journey again, so to speak, "in the land of the wilderness). What faith! To instill this one good trait into the hearts of her offspring is one endearing thought ...and she stayed true to the end. A lovely daughter was born soon after returning home. Then, two more children were born to this union and between these two births came the startling news of a second wife coming into the family. That faith which had been the supporting stay of life thus far and the duty of the husband, and the acknowledgement of the wife; and compassion for mankind, was the result of a large happy family. We must remember "love is the highest sentiment of the human heart."

John D. Burt and Elizabeth Snowball were united in marriage and the young bride was brought home to mother Elizabeth P. Burt. With open arms she pulled her to her breast and said, my Lizzie," and from then on it was always "my Lizzie." This sentiment was truly shown to be real as she graciously cleared out her own bedroom so they could move in.

Elizabeth Snowball had lost her parents on the way to Utah but her husband's first wife took up this great chasm in her life and carried on to the very end. The children of this union, numbering a bakers dozen, she alone brought about in a safe delivery, and knew every pain and every birth mark through these trying ordeals. In sickness and death she shared the sorrows as if they were her very own. Four times these two wives went through the deaths of their children, alone, while John was carrying forth his duties away from home.

Apparently she was very stern, yet kind. The Scottish people are renowned for this trait and very much misunderstood. Those who did not understand should have read a statement by Solomon: "With all thy getting, get understanding." This applies to many things in life. She was very helpful in her church and community and did so much to alleviate the labors and illnesses of those about her.

By the time John went on his first mission to Great Britain in 1885, their family was all grown up and all but one son was married. Then he served two missions to the Hawaiian Islands where he was visited by his third wife and son for a short time and where he took his second wife and their youngest children on his third mission. But Elizabeth P. always remained home, a stalwart "rock of Gibraltar"-there when she was needed. She kept the lights burning until she grew weary and worn.

Returning home in 1896, John found that in his first companion the lights were slowly ebbing out and with compassion in his heart, he took her to the Salt Lake Temple where "they took out their second endowments." Just nine days later she passed to her reward, 16 April 1896. End account.

David Patterson Burt was the second son of John Davidson Burt.

David Patterson Burt
1852-1924

David Patterson Burt was born in Salt Lake City, Utah September 11, 1852, just five years after the entrance of the Pioneers into the Salt Lake Valley. He was of Scottish descent, being the second son of John Davidson Burt and Elizabeth Patterson Burt, who emigrated from their native land of Scotland, having recently embraced the gospel as taught by the missionaries of the Church of Jesus Christ of Latter-day Saints.

The family remained in Salt Lake City but a few years, when they moved to Brigham City and made their permanent home in what is now the Second Ward, where they erected a small house, which served as their home during the first few years, and until building material became more plentiful.

David's early years were spent among the privations and hardships of those early pioneer days, so that David and his brothers were kept busy at work on the farm, and they had very little time for recreation or schooling, so the only education he received while he was a young man was obtained during the three or four winter months of the year.

In his latter boyhood days a great deal of the responsibility of providing for his mother and younger siblings was carried by him and his elder brother as his father was called into public and church positions and he also entered into plural marriage, which took him away from home for a number of years, leaving David much of the work of looking after his father's interests while away.

David married Louise Wrighton, the daughter of William and Hannah Jones Wrighton, on November 23, 1874. Louise was a young school teacher before her marriage, and during their married life she assisted him very materially in acquiring the learning he had been deprived of in his early years.

Shortly after his marriage, he became apprenticed to his father-in-law William Wrighton, and learned the carpenter trade. They worked together in the erection of many buildings in Brigham City. When the Logan Temple was being built, it was the custom to call tradesmen to contribute time and work in the erection of that building, so David contributed one years time on the construction of the Logan Temple.

During his early married life, David became interested in the home theatricals, which was encouraged by the Church leaders, to develop talent and provide recreation and diversion from undesirable pastimes. He played many and varied parts, presented on their makeshift stages, in the old court house building, and in the upstairs room of the building which stood on the corner where the Compton Art Studio now stands. In later years he became director and actor in the many home plays put on by the young peoples organization in the wards, and was manager of the Brigham City Opera House after it was taken over by the four wards of Brigham City, in which position he booked theater troops that applied for the privilege of including the Brigham City Opera House in their itinerary of traveling shows.

David P. Burt was very active in Church organizations, having served in the Presidency of the Young Men's Mutual Improvement Association, of the Second Ward when that association was first organized. He was released from the Mutual Presidency to become Superintendent of the Second Ward Sunday School, which position he held until 1886. In appreciation of his services in the Sunday School, his associates and co-workers presented him with a large family bible, which was prized very highly and still remains in the possession of one of the members of his family. He moved to the Third Ward of Brigham City in 1886.

He arrived as Superintendent of the Sunday School, and later as President of the Young Men's Mutual Improvement Association, and also President of a quorum of the Priesthood which comprised the Elders of the Third, Fourth and Mantua Wards.

The regular activities of the quorums were interspersed with parties and socials, including dancing, and many enjoyable times were had in their gatherings. He held these positions for a number of years, until he was called by the Church authorities to fill a mission to the Southern States and departed for that mission May 19, 1896. At that time he was forty-six years of age, and his family consisted of his wife and eight children ranging in age from young womanhood in the case of the two older daughters, on down to a baby less than one year old. He left to his wife the responsibility of providing and caring for the family, and providing the finances for his mission. However, she was assisted by his future son-in-law, who operated the farm during his absence.

Soon after the return from the mission field, he was called into the Third Ward Bishopric, serving as first counselor to Bishop Lorenzo Stahl. While serving in this capacity, the ward undertook the erecting of a new chapel. Brother Burt was on the building committee and helped supervise the work on this new building. When Bishop Stahl was released to take up his residence in Salt Lake City, David was ordained as Bishop of the Brigham City Third Ward, and set apart by Charles W. Penrose of the First Presidency of the Church. He held this position from September 9, 1912 until May 6, 1817, when he requested to be released on account of ill health.

David was also active in public life, being elected to the position of County Assessor at different periods of time and serving a number of terms in that office. This work took him all over Box Elder County in his job of valuing the real estate and building in the area for the purpose of making proper assessments therein for the County. In this way he became acquainted with the people of Box Elder County and made many life-long friends among them. He also held the position of school trustee under the former system of school supervision.

In all his positions of trust he was considerate and conscientious, always serving in these capacities before considering personal interests. Though a carpenter and cabinet maker by trade, he was also interested in farming, having acquired farm land in the vicinity of Brigham City, as well as owning a farm at what was commonly known as "cut at the slough" near the city of Corrine. In his later years he sold his farm property to two of his sons, as the responsibility and work was too strenuous for him.

When the family moved into the Third Ward, David Burt erected a new home on the corner of 3rd West and 6th North, later selling this home and erecting another family home on 3rd West and 2nd North, acting as planner and architect of these buildings and doing the carpentry work himself. He took great pride in landscaping and beautifying the grounds surrounding his home. At this later home, surrounded by his family and loved ones, David Patterson Burt left this life to take up a new one in the eternal world.


Before passing, he and his wife had the privilege of celebrating their Golden Wedding Anniversary on November 23rd, 1924, at their home, with the immediate members of his family present, together with members of the Bishopric, and a few close friends. The evening was spent in talks of respect and reminiscing on the younger days of Brother and Sister Burt by their closest friends, the serving of a delicious tray luncheon by the members of the family concluding the program and by singing "Silver Threads Among the Gold."

Though Brother Burt was in very poor health at this time, he requested that their Golden Wedding Anniversary be celebrated and was very happy in participating with his family and friends on this occasion.

David P. Burt was indeed a friend to the people, always with the sick and giving comfort to those in trouble. He was very generous in donating of his means to the poor and was of a most pleasant disposition, congenial and thoughtful of all, and had a host of friends. He was never idle, always very busy, and when he had any leisure time he spent it in reading the scriptures and Church works and informing himself on important happenings of world affairs. He died December 6, 1924.

Testimony of S. Norman Lee:

I knew Brother Burt from my childhood but it was not until I was called into the Bishopric of the Third Ward as his counselor that I learned to love and admire him to the fullest. I was called to help with the final collection of furnishings for the new Chapel. The amount was small compared with the larger outlay for the building but Brother Burt had grown sensitive about dunning the people for money. He had been in the forefront of operation from the start and it was getting pretty monotonous. I hadn't been in the work at all so it was thought that I could go on for some time before my skin would get thin. It worked out all right and when the collection was finally finished and the President of the Stake asked me where I would prefer to work-remain in the Bishopric or go back in the High Council from which I had been taken. We had gotten along so well that I didn't like to leave and Brother Burt made it plainly evident that he wanted me to stay. When Brother Hoopes was taken to Superintend the Stake Sunday Schools, it was necessary to select another counselor. At Brother Burt's suggestion we made it a matter of our personal and separate prayers. A short time thereafter he asked me who I had in mind. I answered unhesitatingly, "J.C. Fredericksen." He said, "That's miraculous. I've gone over the field in my mind time and time again and I always come back to him." So it was settled; Brother Fredericksen came into the Bishopric. If any three me got along perfectly, we did. It is a very pleasant thing to remember. He was a real father of the Ward, and kind and considerate, but he kept a pretty tight line on me. If I ever wanted to get after someone for what I thought was negligence, he would say, "I believe you better not; you might bear down too hard." Thus I acquired a degree of caution under his teaching.

One thing that nobody seems to remember, or to mention, is a particular bit of civic work that stands to his credit even to this day. He made the distribution of city irrigation water rights-the system that is used now. That was more than 50 years ago. Perhaps a few people stop to think what that means. It was a mathematical problem that was worthy of an Einstein. Every foot of ground has it's portion, based on that distribution. Not every piece of ground in the city has a vested right-that was taken into account in the adjustment-but no one who did have a water right has ever been disturbed in it. It's a marvel to everybody who ever has occasion to look into it.


Andrew Hill BURT

Chief Burt was shot and killed while investigating a report of a man shooting a gun. The suspect was upset about not getting a job at a local store and started to menace the owner with a pistol. As Chief Burt and another officer responded the man went to another location and obtained a .45 caliber Springfield rifle. When the Chief approached the man at 2nd South and Main Street the man shot Chief Burt in the chest. The suspect then shot and wounded the second officer before being taken into custody. An angry crowd gathered at the jail, forcibly removed the man, and then lynched him.

Chief Burt had been in law enforcement for 24 years and was survived by his wife.

Born October 21, 1828 in Dumfermiline, Fifeshire, Scotland, Andrew Hill Burt immigrated with his family to America and arrived in the Salt Lake Valley during the fall of 1851. In 1859, Burt joined the police force, which numbered approximately 200 men due to the lawless nature of the city in those days. Burt also served as a Major in the Militia during the Echo Canyon incident and the San Pete Indian War of 1865. Burt was appointed Chief of Police February 25, 1862 and was titled City Marshal on February 14, 1876. He served in both capacities for several years, during which time he also held positions as Assistant Fire Chief and Inspector of Provisions. He married to Mary Kirkpatrick May 3, 1862 in Salt Lake City and had three sons, Charles Fredrick, Andrew Kirkpatick and James Kirkpatrick, all born in Salt Lake City.

On August 25, 1883, Sam J. Harvey, a 35 year old colored man went to Grice's Restaurant on Main Street inquiring about employment. Being unhappy with the response to his request, he menaced the merchant with a .44 pistol. Grice immediately reported the incident to Burt at Police Headquarters. Chief Burt, accompanied by Watermaster Charles Wilckens, began a search for the gunman. Meanwhile, Harvey went to theThomas Carter store where he outfitted himself with a new .45 Springfield rifle and two boxes of cartridges. The lawmen went to 2nd South and Main Street where they encountered Harvey who had the rifle cradled in his arm.

Chief Burt approached Harvey to make his inquiry and Harvey stated "Are you an officer?" Before Burt could respond, Harvey shot him in the chest with the rifle. Chief Burt staggered into the A.C. Smith Drugstore, collapsed to the floor and died. Meanwhile, Wilckens jumped on Harvey and took the rifle from him. Harvey then drew his .44 pistol and shot Wilckens through the arm. As he was about to take another shot, Mr. E. Able intervened, disarmed the bandit and threw him to the ground. Other officers arrived and took Harvey to the jailhouse. A large crowd gathered and followed the officers to the jail. Before Harvey could be incarcerated, he was soundly pummeled by members of the crowd. Officers succeeded in taking Harvey inside the jail, but the trouble had just begun.

The crowd, enraged by the death of the popular Chief, eventually rushed the jailhouse, liberated the prisoner, and he was again administered a severe beating. He was then dragged to a nearby horse stable where he was promptly lynched in the jail yard. The crowd then dragged the body through the street behind a horse until Mayor Jenkins intervened and halted the activity. The entire time of the incident, from the shooting of the Chief to the lynching of Sam Harvey, took only 25 minutes.

He was buried August 28, 1883 in Salt Lake City.


Andrew Hill BURT

Chief Burt was shot and killed while investigating a report of a man shooting a gun. The suspect was upset about not getting a job at a local store and started to menace the owner with a pistol. As Chief Burt and another officer responded the man went to another location and obtained a .45 caliber Springfield rifle. When the Chief approached the man at 2nd South and Main Street the man shot Chief Burt in the chest. The suspect then shot and wounded the second officer before being taken into custody. An angry crowd gathered at the jail, forcibly removed the man, and then lynched him.

Chief Burt had been in law enforcement for 24 years and was survived by his wife.

Born October 21, 1828 in Dumfermiline, Fifeshire, Scotland, Andrew Hill Burt immigrated with his family to America and arrived in the Salt Lake Valley during the fall of 1851. In 1859, Burt joined the police force, which numbered approximately 200 men due to the lawless nature of the city in those days. Burt also served as a Major in the Militia during the Echo Canyon incident and the San Pete Indian War of 1865. Burt was appointed Chief of Police February 25, 1862 and was titled City Marshal on February 14, 1876. He served in both capacities for several years, during which time he also held positions as Assistant Fire Chief and Inspector of Provisions. He married to Mary Kirkpatrick May 3, 1862 in Salt Lake City and had three sons, Charles Fredrick, Andrew Kirkpatick and James Kirkpatrick, all born in Salt Lake City.

On August 25, 1883, Sam J. Harvey, a 35 year old colored man went to Grice's Restaurant on Main Street inquiring about employment. Being unhappy with the response to his request, he menaced the merchant with a .44 pistol. Grice immediately reported the incident to Burt at Police Headquarters. Chief Burt, accompanied by Watermaster Charles Wilckens, began a search for the gunman. Meanwhile, Harvey went to theThomas Carter store where he outfitted himself with a new .45 Springfield rifle and two boxes of cartridges. The lawmen went to 2nd South and Main Street where they encountered Harvey who had the rifle cradled in his arm.

Chief Burt approached Harvey to make his inquiry and Harvey stated "Are you an officer?" Before Burt could respond, Harvey shot him in the chest with the rifle. Chief Burt staggered into the A.C. Smith Drugstore, collapsed to the floor and died. Meanwhile, Wilckens jumped on Harvey and took the rifle from him. Harvey then drew his .44 pistol and shot Wilckens through the arm. As he was about to take another shot, Mr. E. Able intervened, disarmed the bandit and threw him to the ground. Other officers arrived and took Harvey to the jailhouse. A large crowd gathered and followed the officers to the jail. Before Harvey could be incarcerated, he was soundly pummeled by members of the crowd. Officers succeeded in taking Harvey inside the jail, but the trouble had just begun.

The crowd, enraged by the death of the popular Chief, eventually rushed the jailhouse, liberated the prisoner, and he was again administered a severe beating. He was then dragged to a nearby horse stable where he was promptly lynched in the jail yard. The crowd then dragged the body through the street behind a horse until Mayor Jenkins intervened and halted the activity. The entire time of the incident, from the shooting of the Chief to the lynching of Sam Harvey, took only 25 minutes.

He was buried August 28, 1883 in Salt Lake City.


Andrew Hill BURT

Chief Burt was shot and killed while investigating a report of a man shooting a gun. The suspect was upset about not getting a job at a local store and started to menace the owner with a pistol. As Chief Burt and another officer responded the man went to another location and obtained a .45 caliber Springfield rifle. When the Chief approached the man at 2nd South and Main Street the man shot Chief Burt in the chest. The suspect then shot and wounded the second officer before being taken into custody. An angry crowd gathered at the jail, forcibly removed the man, and then lynched him.

Chief Burt had been in law enforcement for 24 years and was survived by his wife.

Born October 21, 1828 in Dumfermiline, Fifeshire, Scotland, Andrew Hill Burt immigrated with his family to America and arrived in the Salt Lake Valley during the fall of 1851. In 1859, Burt joined the police force, which numbered approximately 200 men due to the lawless nature of the city in those days. Burt also served as a Major in the Militia during the Echo Canyon incident and the San Pete Indian War of 1865. Burt was appointed Chief of Police February 25, 1862 and was titled City Marshal on February 14, 1876. He served in both capacities for several years, during which time he also held positions as Assistant Fire Chief and Inspector of Provisions. He married to Mary Kirkpatrick May 3, 1862 in Salt Lake City and had three sons, Charles Fredrick, Andrew Kirkpatick and James Kirkpatrick, all born in Salt Lake City.

On August 25, 1883, Sam J. Harvey, a 35 year old colored man went to Grice's Restaurant on Main Street inquiring about employment. Being unhappy with the response to his request, he menaced the merchant with a .44 pistol. Grice immediately reported the incident to Burt at Police Headquarters. Chief Burt, accompanied by Watermaster Charles Wilckens, began a search for the gunman. Meanwhile, Harvey went to theThomas Carter store where he outfitted himself with a new .45 Springfield rifle and two boxes of cartridges. The lawmen went to 2nd South and Main Street where they encountered Harvey who had the rifle cradled in his arm.

Chief Burt approached Harvey to make his inquiry and Harvey stated "Are you an officer?" Before Burt could respond, Harvey shot him in the chest with the rifle. Chief Burt staggered into the A.C. Smith Drugstore, collapsed to the floor and died. Meanwhile, Wilckens jumped on Harvey and took the rifle from him. Harvey then drew his .44 pistol and shot Wilckens through the arm. As he was about to take another shot, Mr. E. Able intervened, disarmed the bandit and threw him to the ground. Other officers arrived and took Harvey to the jailhouse. A large crowd gathered and followed the officers to the jail. Before Harvey could be incarcerated, he was soundly pummeled by members of the crowd. Officers succeeded in taking Harvey inside the jail, but the trouble had just begun.

The crowd, enraged by the death of the popular Chief, eventually rushed the jailhouse, liberated the prisoner, and he was again administered a severe beating. He was then dragged to a nearby horse stable where he was promptly lynched in the jail yard. The crowd then dragged the body through the street behind a horse until Mayor Jenkins intervened and halted the activity. The entire time of the incident, from the shooting of the Chief to the lynching of Sam Harvey, took only 25 minutes.

He was buried August 28, 1883 in Salt Lake City.