An Incident of Savage Cruelty

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Title Saga of the Sanpitch Vol 14
Subject Pioneers
Description Stories and poems about early Southern Utah Pioneers
Publisher Snow College
Date 1982
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Language eng
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Title An Incident of Savage Cruelty
Description AH INCIDENT OF SAVAGE CRUELTY Wilma Morley Despain 638 North Main Street Alpine, UT 84003 Professional Division Honorable Mention Historical Essay Grandpa George's hands had been hardened by the heat of desert sun, following a hand plow pulled by oxen, from cutting sage-brush to clear the land in Manti, and by turning very available trees into tables and other furniture. The trials here in Manti were little different from those in Salt Lake Valley, but seemed to be worse to these weary peo-ple who had been invited here by Chief Walker (Walkara), leader of the largest tribe of Indians that inhabited the lush valleys in Sanpete territory and other counties. "You are right, Brother Black, I agree with you fully. Something must and will be done about this cruel problem! I know, you know, of my love for all children. I'm sure you also know the story of my own Grandfather giving his tiny son to these war-loving brothers of Chief Walker?' "Yes, Brother George, I cannot believe that even redman could be so demanding and so cruel!" Both men's eyes were wet as they thought and spoke of this savage incident. "You can see then why this latest trick and maneuver of our red brothers has affected me so! I love all God's crea-tions so much, and especially children. It would have been more than I could bear, or my dear wife either, if we'd been requested to give our son, as Grandfather Morley gave his. He was such a beautiful baby, large brown-eyes and dark, curly hair. Thank the Lord for Chief Walker or he would have been thrown to the ever-waiting wolves or would have frozen to death in this below-zero, winter, weather!' Horses hooves could be heard on the graveled path and road leading to Grandpa's home. He rose from his chair that was in the corner by the fire place, grabbed his ever-ready musket from above the stone-face fireplace and met the messenger at the door. "What's wrong? Why is your horse so foaming and lathered? " -83-
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Source Saga of the Sanpitch Vol 14
Setname snowc_sts
Date Created 2005-02-19
Date Modified 2005-02-19
ID 325361
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