A Sketch of the Life of Isaac Stephens

 

Isaac Stephens was born October 11, 1819 in the city of Faversham, Kent Co., England. He was born into a home of the middle-class in that country. His father was William Stephens and his mother was Mary Ann Hinge. their parents had been born and reared in this same beautiful County of Kent. They were people who worked hard to maintain and support their families.

 

Isaac (as most boys of that time) had little opportunity for school or special training. In this period of English history, children were put to work at an early age to help support the family. There is very little known about his childhood, but his home was near the Faversham Works, a powder mill. He started to work in the powder mills as quite a young boy, as did most of the men and boys in that vicinity.

 

These powder mills, or the "Works" as they were called by the people of Faversham, were owned and operated by Colonel William T. T. Hall. The Works with housing facilities for the workers was located on his large estate known as Syndale. Colonel Hall was known for his kindness and benevolence.

 

It was while Isaac was working at the mills that he met and courted Frances Dence, a slender little girl with large dark eyes and waving brown hair. She was employed in the home of Colonel Hall, and they thought a great deal of this little girl with the flashing, dark eyes. So much so, that they objected to her marrying a worker in their powder mills. However, all objections were over-ruled and they were married in the spring of 1846. They had a church wedding with the Reverend Dr. Burt officiating at the Faversham Church.

 

The young couple had a comfortable cottage at Syndale and were happy in founding a new home. Isaac worked hard at the Works and Frances continued her work at the Hall home. They lived comfortably and managed to save some of their earnings. Little did they realize how those earnings would be used before many years would pass.

 

Their first child, a son they named Charles, was born 24 June, 1987. Three years later, a second son Henry was born, but lived only two years.

 

It was about this time that a disturbing element entered this home. It was the strange doctrine called Mormonism, brought to them by missionaries from far off America. Frances drank in their teachings eagerly, but Isaac acted more slowly. He had very little to say to them. It was Frances who invited them back each time and asked more and more questions.

 

One evening, the missionaries were calling on the Stephens family and Isaac, wanting to be the hospitable host, offered them cigars. They both refused. Isaac felt affronted and perhaps a little angry. After all, he was only trying to make Frances' callers welcome in their home. The missionaries could see that he didn't understand their refusal of his cigars so they told him that they believed tobacco to be injurious to the human body. Then followed an explanation of the Word of Wisdom. The young husband listened attentively to all they told him and then said, "If tobacco is not good for you then it is not good for me either." The Elders agreed that he was right. He arose from his chair and picking up his tobacco, put it all in the stove. He never used tobacco again.

 

Frances was baptized on 16 January, 1851, by Elder James A. Allsworth. Isaac considered a month longer and then he too was baptized by Elder Henry Mitchell, 15 February, 1851 at the Kent Conference held at Faversham.

 

Now came a period of great trial for this young couple. Their friends and family turned against them because they had joined the hated Mormon Church. They only worked harder now to save more money so that soon they could join the Saints in Zion. However it took years of saving before their dream could be realized.

 

Their third son, Henry Nephi, was born 1 October, 1852 and then their first daughter, Elizabeth, was born 14 April, 1855. Mary Ann (Polly) was born 8 February, 1858, and then their sixth child, George Edward, was born 12 September, 1861.

 

Frances was now chief cook at Syndale and their oldest son helped in the kitchen, but with the increasing expenses of a growing family their goal seemed almost impossible to reach.

 

Then a serious accident took place. Isaac was just finishing his day's work at the powder mills when he heard someone say, "Ike, get out of there." He though it was his brother who called to him and without a second hesitation he dropped what he was doing and left hurriedly. He had scarcely reached the outside when there was a deafening explosion and the building he had just left was blown to bits. He was knocked to the ground and the gun powder on his clothing ignited. Instantly he was ablaze. He ran to a nearby pond and plunged into the water. The flames were extinguised but he was badly burned. His legs received deep burns, his hands were lightly burned, and bits of the black powder were embedded in the skin on his face all his remaining days.

 

Colonel Hall was very kind and considerate to Isaac and his family. The best doctors were called and he was given the best of care. The doctor left medicines for him with the necessary instructions, but left no hope for his recovery. Isaac and Frances did not despair-they called for the Elders. The Elders came as soon as they were located and anointed and blessed him, and by faith he was healed. He refused to use the medicines saying he had no further use for them. Because of the bitter persecution and opposition of their relatives and friends, they did not tell anyone of the blessing he had received, or of his refusal to take the medicine or use the ointments. The doctor was surprised at this recovery, as was the whole neighborhood. The burns on his legs were deep and the healing was a slow and painful process.

 

This slowed down their plans but only made them the more determined to go to Utah and live with the Saints. When Colonel Hall learned that they were seriously planning the trip to America, he tried to dissuade them. He told them he would see that they always had a comfortable home there and that their needs would be provided for all their lives. He begged them to renounce this queer faith they had embraced and cut themselves apart from such disreputable people as the Mormons. He was kind but he did not understand their needs or the desires of their hearts.

 

Ten years had now passed and at last enough money had been saved to take this family to America where they could establish a home among the Latter-Day Saint people. Plans progressed for their departure and they were at last ready to leave the old and familiar for the new and the strange. They called upon Frances' parents to tell them goodbye. Her mother put her hands behind her back refusing her a friendly handclasp, nor did she wish them a successful journey.

 

It must have been with mixed feelings of sorrow and joy that the day arrived when they found themselves on board the ship Manchester, ready to sail for America. They left Liverpool, England on 2 May, 1862, and arrived in New York six weeks later. From New York they traveled by train to St. Joseph, Missouri, and from there by steamboat to Florence, Nebraska. At Florence, they purchased an ox team and wagon, a cow, and the other necessary supplies for their trip across the plains. It must have been in August when their company was organized and the long trek across the plains began.

 

They hadn't gone far when whooping cough broke out in their camp. The little Stephens children contracted the disease and Polly, who was then four years old, was critically ill for days. The best nourishment they could give these sick children was the fresh milk from their good cow. Her milk was given to all the sick children in their group. She was milked three times a day and the children's cups were filled with warm, fresh milk. The parents felt that it saved their children's lives. The cow was a real pet and would eat any morsel of food handed to her. No food was wasted in that camp as every potato peeling and scrap from the table was brought to Bossie-much to her liking.

 

As the journey continued, each passing day became one of suffering for Isaac. He had never been an outdoor man. Constant walking was new to him and the new skin that covered his legs as his burns healed was thin and tender. Walking constantly irritated his old wounds and the thin tissue would break causing infected sores on his legs. Much of the time his legs were bandaged, but his stout heart carried him on, mile after weary mile.

 

Bossie too, became weary and so foot-sore she could scarcely walk. It was then that Isaac found a buffalo skin and made Bossie some boots. He fashioned them so that they laced up the front and couldn't come off when she walked. At night they were put into a bucket of water to keep them soft so that they could be put on easily in the morning. Early every morning, before the others were ready to break camp, Isaac leading Bossie would start on the day's journey. At evening, he and Bossie were the last to arrive at the camp. In later years, he used to laugh at the picture he and Bossie must have made, as he described Bossie in her boots and he with his bandaged legs and walking stick, plodding the dusty plain together.

 

The Stephens family reached their destination (Hyrum, Cache Co., Utah) the twenty-first day of October, 1862. Winter was upon them and there was no available house in which to live. Isaac with his neighbors built what was called a "dug-out." The room was carved out of a hillside, one wall built in with a door and small window. The floor was the good earth packed hard, and a fireplace was built for warmth and cooking. It was quite a contrast from the comfortable cottage they had left far behind in far-away England, but they said they had never been so happy. The had at long last reached Zion.

 

Isaac now bought a city lot in Hyrum and a ten acre farm in what was then called the Main Field. His oldest child was sixteen this first winter in Utah. He worked with his father in planting and harvesting their first crop. Along with the work on the farm, they hauled logs from the nearby canyon, and built a comfortable log house. After a time, this house was replaced with a frame dwelling where they lived the remainder of their lives.

 

Isaac's legs never regained their former strength. He walked with a slight limp, but he was always able to provide for the needs of his family. He was a kind and loving father and husband.

 

About two or three years after their arrival in Utah, Frances gave birth to a still-born daughter and shortly after contracted typhoid fever. Her life was despaired of, and then the two little girls, Lizzie and Polly also took the dreaded disease. For days the three of them were so ill that Isaac each evening would wonder if they could live through the night. He cared for them tenderly, and with the help of friendly neighbors they were nursed back to health. Frances' back was so affected from this dreadful illness that she was unable to walk without crutches for a period of three years. Their eight child, Frances Ellen, was born 30 June, 1869.

 

Isaac Stephens and his sons participated in the building of the Logan Temple. Following it's dedication, Isaac and Frances received their endowments and did temple work for their dead. On the 16th and 17th of November, 1892, Isaac and his wife, their three sons and two daughters, (all the children living at that time) went to the temple together and did work for their dead ancestors.

 

Isaac and Frances remained true to the Gospel they had accepted in England. Living in America was always a joy to them.

 

Frances died suddenly (after what was thought a slight illness of a few days) 14 March, 1898. Isaac lived three years longer and then followed his beloved Frances in death in May, 1901. Their bodies lie resting in the cemetery in Hyrum, Utah.