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Now it was time for the teacher to hold her little ones close and let them cry if they wished. And cry they did! Those too big to cry worked out their anxieties by uncov- ering the window and putting benches back in place. Did school continue that day? No, indeed! These children had had enough excitement for one day! The teacher instructed her charges to go quickly to their homes. Bothilda started running home but ran into the arms of her mother just a half block from the school. Mother and daughter cried at the happy reunion. From all directions came other anxious mothers to comfort and accompany their children safely home. In the meantime the Indians had been frightened away by the prepared "minute men", and another Indian raid had been successfully foiled. Bothilda Hansen, my mother, related this incident many times saving this was the most frightening experience of her childhood, and it left her with a life-long fear of Indians-even after they had become peacable and friendly. THE BLACK CLOAK Karen R. Hansen Manti, Utah Senior Division Second Place Short Story Our good ship, the New England, steamed into Boston harbor. It was a large vessel carrying 3,000 passengers, and it had crossed the Atlantic in five days. In the year 1902, five days was considered good speed. Apostle Frances M. Lyman had boarded the ship at Liver-pool, England. He took charge of the Mormon immigrants coming to the United States from Europe. He could speak the various languages, so he now explained to us, in Danish, -112- |
