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Uncle John Jordan, Kind Rugged Man of the Wilderness

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Title Saga of the Sanpitch Vol 26
Subject Pioneers
Description Stories and poems about early Southern Utah Pioneers
Publisher Snow College
Date 1994
Type Text
Format application/pdf
Language eng
Rights Management Snow College
Holding Institution Snow College
ARK ark:/87278/s63x84sr
Setname snowc_sts
Date Created 2005-03-01
Date Modified 2005-03-01
ID 326218
Reference URL https://collections.lib.utah.edu/ark:/87278/s63x84sr

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Title Uncle John Jordan, Kind Rugged Man of the Wilderness
Description of about a quarter of a mile, to a beautiful spring of ice told water coming from under a large rock at the bottom of the canyon. After filling myself and the water bag, I began the long climb up the steep trail. 1 felt awfully sick; cold sweat covered my entire body. How 1 wished I had listened to my sister. After long agonizing fear and terrible frustration depression, I finally made my way to camp. Being exhausted, 1 lay on the bed for some time. After considerable thought, wondering what to do. suddenly some timely advice my mother gave to me before leaving home and came to me. She said, "Son, remember if you are frightened sing, or if worried whistle." 1 whistled and sang all summer. An important lesson of life had been learned, which is simply, to meet life's problems head-on. They must be faced with courage and resolution. From that day to its, I have never had a doctor tell me there was anything wrong with my heart. 1 spent most of the afternoon watching sheep. A little while after the sun sank below the rim of the mountain, I gave a loud yell, automaticaily. the sheep began stringing into bedground in long ribbon like threads. Soon they were crowding around the salt licks, while mothers noisily moved about calling their lambs to supper. The dog and I headed for camp, hoping Uncle John would be along. After supper it was very dark, and I began having different kind of fear than i had experienced during the day. 1 could hear coyotes yelping across the canyon. My thought were, what if a band of coyotes raided the herd as they often did, killing many little lambs? In those years, rabies was not infrequent. 1 tied a rope around Old Ring's neck, the other end around my body. Then we curled up together and went to sleep. Some time during the night, I was awakened by someone coming up the trail. I[ was Uncle John. As summer days slipped by, we had many pleasant conversations about his many exciting experiences during the late 1800's and the early pan of this century. He told how he and others caught and tamed wild horses as they came into spring water. My curious mind drew from them constantly, whether in camp or out with the sheep. His life had been full of rugged adventure. Uncle was never known to brag, but told of things as they happened. He told of bandits trying to escape the law, coming to his camp while herding alone, and stealing nearly all the food he had. I thought that could never happen, now, in that day. And yet, that very thing happened to me later that same summer, when we were camped in a very remote area. Uncle John had killed a mutton the night before, and the next morning following breakfast he left for town on his sorrel mule. That evening after bringing the sheep into camp, I prepared to cut some mutton for supper, when to my surprise, it was gone, seamless sack and all. To a 90
Format application/pdf
Identifier 102_Uncle John Jordan, Kind Rugged Man of the Wilderness.jpg
Source Saga of the Sanpitch Vol 26
Setname snowc_sts
Date Created 2005-02-23
Date Modified 2005-02-23
ID 326210
Reference URL https://collections.lib.utah.edu/ark:/87278/s63x84sr/326210