Little Jens

Update item information
Title Saga of the Sanpitch Vol 04
Subject Pioneers
Description Stories and poems about early Southern Utah Pioneers
Publisher Snow College
Date 1972
Type Text
Format application/pdf
Language eng
Rights Management Snow College
Holding Institution Snow College
ARK ark:/87278/s6h70czp
Setname snowc_sts
Date Created 2005-02-24
Date Modified 2005-02-24
ID 325827
Reference URL

Page Metadata

Title Little Jens
Description Sixty covered wagons drawn by four yolk of oxen grounded sage brush into dust, but I loved the evenings best when they made a big round circle, and Captain Abrner Lowry place guards on every side. Papa called each man a saint. Supper by an open fire, then laughter and songs and prayers, and when dark-ness finally settled in and all was calm and quiet, I'd hear the wild coyotes call and watch fatham fire flies light. I sorta understood by now the meaning of the Plains. At Sweetwater Wyoming, Captain Lowry gave orders to cross the river before makmg camp . Papa was chosen to be one of the men to wade in the river to keep the oxen from going down stream, for the current in the river was swift. It was a grave task and too much for my weary Father, by midnight he was dead. I watched Mama unpack the old trunk and take one sheet to wrap his frail body in, and we left a lonely grave on the plains. The rest of teh crossing Mama sang no songs, but she cautioned me, "Jens, we shall not pause to air our grief, but we will labor to do His will." "Mama, I'll be the Father." I climbed to the wagon seat and held the reins that guided four yolk of oxen across those rugged plains, and Mama never left my side. The journey to Manti took 181 days from the time we had left Herragard. The valley, 5750 feet high in the tops of the mountains was dotted with converts from Denmark. They were all out to greet the new members arriving into the new settlement. The welcome warmed our hearts, such hand clasping, laughter, and sacraments of thanks brought tears of joy. When Mama told of now Little Jens helped drive the oxen, Brother Olef Hansen popped, me on his shoulders,, and every one sang and danced to an old Danish waltz, "cum a litta pika, valts en gang vit ye". Soon we began to build our house with pine logs, and rough saw boards. On a dirt floor we placed flat stones, gathered from the creek. We fashioned a cupboard on one wall and a rough round table with planks for benches, and nailed posts in the floor. Someone gave us a cow hide to cover the outside door. - 43 -
Format application/pdf
Identifier 053_Little Jens.jpg
Source Saga of the Sanpitch Vol 4
Setname snowc_sts
Date Created 2005-02-23
Date Modified 2005-02-23
ID 325791
Reference URL