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Friday, July 24, 2020

Moroni Miner - The Lesson of the Moccasin

Today, July 24, the holiday of Pioneer Day is commemorated in the state of Utah. I wanted to share a little family story gem my father, James Hartley, help put together about my 2nd great grandfather Moroni Miner. Moroni Miner was a Utah pioneer and came to the Salt Lake Valley in Utah Territory in 1850. Below are my father's words:

Moroni Miner: The Lesson of the Moccasin


Moroni Miner
Moroni Miner lived to be 100 years and two months old. He was a man of great courage, tireless industry, and sterling integrity.


The furnace that forged Moroni’s character heated quickly in 1848. His family was trying to cross the prairies of the Great Plains to join other members of The Church of Jesus Christ of Latter-day Saints who were settling in the Rocky Mountains.


In January 1848, while in eastern Iowa, Moroni’s father, Albert Miner, died. Moroni was not quite 13 years old. The death left his 35-year old mother, Tamma Durfee Miner, a widow with seven children to care for. They made their way to Council Bluffs on Iowa’s western border, where they joined others of their family. Out of necessity, Moroni was sent out to work to help support the family.


For the next two years, the young teenager lived temporarily with at least three different families in Iowa and Nebraska earning money from tending livestock, plowing fields, and cutting and hauling hay.


By June 1850, the combined family efforts finally paid off. They had earned enough to purchase two wagons, two yokes of oxen, a few cows, and supplies to journey to the Salt Lake Valley. They joined a wagon train and headed west. Each of the older children was given travel assignments. Moroni’s assignment was to drive the cows more than 900 miles. Therefore, he walked, and he did it without shoes. When his bare feet suffered from blisters or sores, his mother would have him soak them at night in sour milk.


After they reached Fort Bridger, Wyoming, they camped for a few days to let the oxen rest and to prepare for the journey into the mountains. While there, an Indian made Moroni an offer his young calloused feet couldn’t refuse: a pair of moccasins for some flour. His mother gave Moroni a sack of flour for the trade. The Indian took the flour, but gave Moroni only one moccasin, saying, “More flour, other moccasin.” But Moroni’s mother couldn’t spare any more flour, so he continued barefoot through the rugged mountains into the Salt Lake Valley.


The lesson Moroni learned from that moccasin tempered his character in a positive way. It was a lesson in integrity. It’s possible that the memory of that lesson influenced him many years later when he purchased a horse from Mr. Marchbanks. But this time the “moccasin was on the other foot” (so to speak).

Moroni and son, “Med”
At Miner’s Meat Market
Springville, Utah
One day, Moroni asked his son, Marion Francis Miner, nicknamed “Med,” to hitch up their horse and buggy for a short three-mile drive from their farm in Springville, Utah to neighboring Mapleton. It was Moroni’s intention to purchase a horse from Mr. Marchbanks.


After arriving at the Marchbanks’ home, Moroni looked over the horse and began some labored negotiations and haggling with its owner. Eventually he and Mr. Marchbanks agreed on a price and the transaction was completed. Med rode the horse home to Springville while Moroni trailed behind in the buggy.

About two miles into the return trip, Moroni hollered to Med that he needed to go back to Mr. Marchbank’s, but Med should continue home. Med brought the horse around to the buggy to ask his father why. Moroni replied, “I have been watching that horse ahead of me all the while we have been traveling. That horse is worth a lot more money than what I paid for it. I’m going back to Mr. Marchbanks and pay him more money.” 


Theodore Roosevelt, America’s 26th president, was a man whose character was also forged in the furnace of tribulation. Regarding personal integrity, he declared, “Knowing what’s right doesn’t mean much unless you do what’s right.”


For Moroni Miner, that was the life-long lesson of the moccasin.



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Written and compiled by James E. Hartley, great-grandson of Moroni Miner

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