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Show 11 Sister Eldridge moved to the front of our handcart train and started directing a primary song I hadn't heard in a while. She told us to sing "with cheer." Brad said, "Oh, God." Pioneer children sang as they walked and walked and walked and walked. Pioneer children sang as they walked and walked and walked and walked. They washed at streams and worked and played. Sundays they camped and read and prayed. Week after week, they sang as they walked and walked and walked and walked and walked. The effort was weak and the singing idea dissipated after just that one song. Kristina indicated that she was unhappy with our speed and said she wanted to take a rum pulling because she could do a better job. I didn't see any reason to go faster than every other handcart. That would only mean we were responsible for setting up camp when we got there. But I would have been glad not to pull the handcart any more so I said, "Good idea." Brother Peters said, "No." As the light was turning orange, a family nearby saw us approaching and broke out their camcorders as we walked passed them. Brother Peters said, "Now these might be non-members, so put your best face forward." I didn't know if my best face in this context was dedicated, stoic and hard-working like real pioneers, or a smile, which might seem friendlier to the family but also might suggest we were doing something trivial. Unable to commit, I just looked at my feet. Brad |