In this large and fertile valley
Far away from bitter strife,
We Morgans have decided
To settle down for life.

In September of 1883
Pioneers to Idaho were we.
We left Salt Lake City northward to roam
To the Snake River Valley to make us a home.

With horse teams and wagons,
To haul our load,
We were six days or more
On the long toilsome road.

Many rivers and streams
We had to ford,
And to get across safely
Our trust was in the Lord.

We were happy and hopeful
All the way along,
And our gladness gave expression
By singing a song.

We talked as we traveled
Of the home we would make
Up in the sage brush along
The banks of the Snake.

And of the garden truck
We would raise,
To have something to eat
In the cold winter Days.

We reached the river
In the afternoon,
And were glad we had
Arrived so soon.

We forded the Dry Bed,
A branch of the Snake,
To find a location
A home for to make.

The land it was covered
With sagebrush and trees,
And of game there was plenty
Of ducks, chickens, and geese.

The beautiful deer with their fauns so gay
Could be seen any time as they gamboled at play,
Also, the grizzly, black, and cinnamon bear,
Roamed along the river without any fear.

The mosquitoes were bad
Oh what can I say!
But we sure had to smudge them
By night and by day.

The men wore sunbonnets while at work in the fields.
And then how they hoe and the shovel they did wield.
And they wore over their faces,
Mosquito bar as a shield.

Now this a story sad to repeat
If we went out-of-doors we had to retreat
And wrap papers around our legs and our feet,
Under our stockings so clean and so neat.

To keep the mosquitoes
From sucking their fill,
And using our toe nails
To sharpen their bill.

The pioneer that led us to this fertile spot
Is a man we all know as Uncle Rube Scott.
He's a brother to Hannah, John G. Morgan's wife,
Who remained here to battle with toil, sorrow, and strife.

Joshua Brigham simple and gay,
Was the next Morgan to travel this way.
He married soon after and brought here a wife,
Who remained true and faithful all the days of her life.

The next that came were Joseph and Nell,
To the spot that is now known as La Belle.
They ran the first store in this neck of the woods,
And sold to the settlers a variety of goods.

The next to arrive
In this favored spot
With their children was
Hyrum and Amelia B. Scott.

Then other Morgans came
So staunch and so true,
And proved to their posterity
They were all true blue.

We were poor as pioneers generally are,
But we had one guiding star,
To help us onward day by day
And keep us in the Narrow Way.

The Star of Hope that shone so bright,
And guided us by Spiritual Light.
And in spite of all our poverty
We were as happy as we could be.

Our houses were of rough logs
With a dirt floor.
And sometimes without
Any windows or doors.

With logging on the roof
And dirt for a cover,
And mud in the chinking
To keep out the weather.

We helped build the
Bridges, church, and school,
And tried to observe the
Golden Rule.

And oh what wonders
Have been wrought by God,
For we've not only plowed
And turned over the sod.

But we planted the orchards
The fruit to preserve
And have partaken of the bounties
We so richly deserve.

We have built us good homes roomy and neat
Wherein we could rest our weary feet.
And welcome the dear ones when they come
To visit us in our happy homes.

An thanks be to the
Father who doeth all
Things well, that we have
Now good homes wherein to dwell.

Of sorrows and troubles,
We've had not a few.
But to principals of Salvation
We have tried to live true.

We have worshipped the Lord
In sunshine and rain
And have thanked Him for blessings
We were grateful to obtain.

And now we will set and earnestly
Pray, that our
Children may walk
The Narrow Way.

And at last when we
Reach that goal on
High to be welcomed
By our Savior, you and I.

-Composed by Hannah M. Morgan for the first Morgan reunion.