Where There is Peace

Update item information
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
Format application/pdf
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

Page Metadata

Title Where There is Peace
Description No matter what. That sounded pretty final, and it was a good feeling to know in my heart that we could stay, although it didn't look like much of a place to me. We settled in Spring City, as many of our relatives were already there, and with 14 children in the family, life was not an easy task for any of us. We built a house on the edge of town and Papa worked very hard as a farmer, providing all that was possible for him to give his large family. Mama worked right along with him, and we all helped in any way we could to do our share. After awhile, things seemed to be going quite well for us. "The Lord has been good to us," Mama would say, "inspite of all the running we've done in the past few years." I was getting quite grown up, I thought, and our family was happy and still together, and that was the important thing. But then one day in the hot sunmer of 1873, my little sister became very ill. She had a very high temperature and was so sick that Mama had to sit with her all the time. In a few days another sister was sick. Mama made us all stay outside and the two little girls lay near death in the house. We really didn't mind sleeping out under the stars, but we couldn't help being a little frightened, as it hadn't been too long before that when Mama would say, "Come quickly, Serilda! The Indians are coming again. We must run with the little ones to the meeting house!" So I would gather up some of the younger ones, who were taught never to play too faraway from the house, and we would all run together. The little ones thought it a game, but my heart would race with my feet, at the fear of losing my scalp. Things were better now, as far as the Indians were concerned, but there were other things to worry us. We learned that the sickness my sisters had was Spotted Fever, and that there was an epidemic in town. I was sad when I heard that Mr. Johnson had died with it, not only because he was a good friend, but also because I knew that there was nothing we could do for my little sisters, and that they might die, too. They did die, a few days later. Papa dug a big grave back by the trees and buried them together. We had to wait and watch from the house until they were covered up before he'd let us go near the grave. We picked sunflowers and bluebells for each one of the girls, and I'll never forget the way Mama sobbed, while Papa stood with his big, strong arm around her, steadying her shaking shoulders. We scrubbed the house down and moved back in, but in a few days, three more of the family had taken sick. It was really bad, because we never knew which one of us was going to be next. The days dragged by, as there was nothing we could do but wait. We did all we could to make the sick ones comfortable, but we feared that we had come across the country only to die in our new-found home. But Mama continued to give us hope, just as she had always done. She kept telling me to have faith, that there was some purpose for our being here, and that God would not let us all perish. So I did all I could to help her and I knew that she must be right. . -47-
Format application/pdf
Identifier 057_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 324157
Reference URL https://collections.lib.utah.edu/ark:/87278/s65x272x/324157