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and tipped the wagon upside do™. Ray had been standing in the door and was thrown clear. He received a slight neck injury. The reach broke when the wagon hit the boulder, but the team continued to run with only the front running gears attached. They ran into a wash and, in attempting to climb out, straddled a large cedar tree. As they hit the tree they stopped with a jolt forcing one end of the neck yoke into Lottie's side, Baking a big gash. I looked into the camp wagon and, to my relief, found that Dail and Jack were all right. They had been sitting on the "bed and were protected by the quilts and mattress and received minor bruises and injuries. They climbed out and the four of us assessed the damage, loosed the horses, hitched them onto the box wagon and drove home. We were somewhat fearful of Father's reaction to the accident, but knew we must mf orm hi^Q. 1 told hum what happened, he hesitated and asked, "Was anybody hurt?" I replied, "No." Then Father, placing the blame on himself, said, "That is what happens for working on Sunday. We will never do that again." He kent his word. The next day Father and a friend, Alonzo Peterson, inspected the wagon to see if it could be repaired for use until the sheep were moved to the east mountains to graze for the summer. Father was amazed that we had survived the accident without receiving serious injuries. Several years later, in 1927, Father was reminded of this incident, as well as of numerous near fatal illnesses that had plagued me throughout my early life. I had received my patriarchal blessing from Patriarch Hyrum G, Smith, prior to my departure to serve an L.D.S, mission in the Sastern States. IV parents had come to Salt Lake City to wish me well and say goodbye. Father was greatly astonished as he read ray blessing, that said, in part, "for this purpose thy life has been spared. . ." He had witnessed many of these occasions. 55 |
