Where There is Peace

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Title Saga of the Sanpitch Vol 06
Subject Pioneers
Description Stories and poems about early Southern Utah Pioneers
Publisher Snow College
Date 1974
Type Text
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Language eng
Rights Management Snow College
Holding Institution Snow College
ARK ark:/87278/s65x272x
Setname snowc_sts
Date Created 2005-02-26
Date Modified 2005-02-26
ID 324158
Reference URL https://collections.lib.utah.edu/ark:/87278/s65x272x

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Title Where There is Peace
Description even got settled. Soweitte refused to listen to the young, hot-headed chief. Wakara proclaimed that Soweitte was a coward. The older chief flogged the war chief with his riding whip to make Wakara behave himself. Wakara's companions re-membered too. "We go now," Wakara growled. "But we will come back." He turned his horse and rode full gallop out of town. His companions looked startled for a moment and followed him as fast as they could put their heels to their horses. Sister Anderson looked at Ben for a moment and then put her arm around him. "Come inside, My Little Man," she said. "It's time for lunch. I'm very proud of you, son. You stood up to Wakara." WHERE THERE IS PEACE Sherrie Ahlstrom Hundley Orem, Utah Second Place Short Story Professional Division They drove us out of our home, the hostile mobs who hated the Mormons. We didn't want to move again, but Papa said we had no choice. "We have to go westward," he told us. "We'll keep on going until we find a place where there is peace. We'll do anything to find it"-anything!" I was 8 years old when we joined the wagon train with 64 wagons and started for the Rocky Mountains. They said if we could make it there, we'd find a place where we could live as we chose, and no one would molest or harm us. But that wasn't entirely true. On the way, we witnessed terrible things, as the Indians stampeded our oxen and many people were killed. I cried when I saw them drag an old man from his wagon and kill him. "Will we ever get there?" I asked Mama over and over again, and every time, she assured me that we would. Uplifted by her kind words of encouragement, I kept on walking, but I didn't think we would ever find the place we could call home, and I didn't think the blisters on my feet would ever go away. It was in 1861 when we finally made it to the place where Papa said we would stay. "Are we really home?" I asked him hopefully. "Yes, Serilda, we're home," he answered with a sigh, "and we're not ever leaving again, no matter what." -46-
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Identifier 056_Where There is Peace.jpg
Source Saga of the Sanpitch Vol 6
Setname snowc_sts
Date Created 2005-02-19
Date Modified 2005-02-19
ID 324156
Reference URL https://collections.lib.utah.edu/ark:/87278/s65x272x/324156