Contents

God Blessed the West

Update item information
Title Saga of the Sanpitch Vol 12
Subject Pioneers
Description Stories and poems about early Southern Utah Pioneers
Publisher Snow College
Date 1980
Type Text
Format application/pdf
Language eng
Rights Management Snow College
Holding Institution Snow College
ARK ark:/87278/s6ff3qhk
Setname snowc_sts
Date Created 2005-03-01
Date Modified 2005-03-01
ID 324024
Reference URL https://collections.lib.utah.edu/ark:/87278/s6ff3qhk

Page Metadata

Title God Blessed the West
Description The third day was the last for one of John's men. Indians attacked and killed him and wounded John. John, always optimistic, and expert in many ways, almost gave up. He thought of turning back, but he did not, even when Brownie, his other scout left him alone. On the ninth day John realized, he had been traveling, in the severe blizzard, in circles, when he San the camp hidden off the beaten trail. He approached with caution, wondering why they had not been heard or captured. "Perhaps they have been drinking to keep warm," he thought as he weaved and stumbled into their camp. ¦¦Yes, there was Hed Hawk, Little Bear and all the others, his friends. Why did they stay so silent, not moving one inch to help or welcome him?" he oused. He looked for Walker (Yawkerraw or YaHder-ao), the big, handsome War ChiefJ Weak fron loss of blood, from lack of food and half frozen, he started toward the largest Tee-pee or tent. He mustered all his strength and started to walk past the hostile-looking warriors. "If I can just get to Walker before they get to me!" he hoped, but a big buck tripped hijn. He fell with a thud and lay lUap and helpless upon the frozen ground* ¦¦Why, they were actually hostile!" he thought as he lay prone. Their hostile looks, venon-filled, were sapping more of his vitality and his hunger overcame him as he snelled what was sputtering, as it roasted over the campfire. Just as he felt he could endure no more, he saw some drawing their knives. Others were taking their bows from their quivers and he knew he must act more alert or they would finish him. He tried to rise and said with all the strength he could muster, "If you shoot first, there are seven dead Indians in this gun chamber and ammo pouch! And I'm a swift ammo-loader!" It was then he fainted. When he awakened he could see the flatae flickering and thought he still lay out by the open fire- He felt numb, but as he moved he could feel no broken bones, and that they had not harmed him, yet. He knew he had been moved inside and that he must be a prisoner. He could see the shadows from flames, exploring the walls that held him, and, expert craftsman that he was, he could feel he was teing watched. Cautiously, he turned his head in the direction he felt drawn as if hypnotized. 'Chief Walker, thank God you are here, you have saved me from ay turn-coat friends out there!" he was trying to stand. "Walker no save Lowry. Lowry not friend any more. He steal more land everyday. Lowry thief!" He spat upon the tent floor. "^hief, you know I am your friend and that I do not steal!" -28-
Format application/pdf
Identifier 042_God Blessed the West.jpg
Source Saga of the Sanpitch Vol 12
Setname snowc_sts
Date Created 2005-02-19
Date Modified 2005-02-19
ID 323940
Reference URL https://collections.lib.utah.edu/ark:/87278/s6ff3qhk/323940