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She walked beside the wagon, Carried her baby in her arms. With buffalo chips she made a fire. Told stories, sang songs of joy Within the wagons' circle, And rested her weary soul. Through rain and snow, bitter winds, Her footsteps never faltered. On and on to the Sweetwater, So near to her destination, Tired feet could walk no more, They must go on without her. Journey's end was now in sight, Another path she must follow. Her faith and courage we'll remember As we turn the pages of her journal. She gave her all for the gospel's sake, Grandmother Dorthea, faithful pioneer. A GIANT OF A MAN Linnie M. Findlay Second Place Professional Short Story We didn't ever really know him well, but we knew him when we saw him, and from what we learned about him, he seemed a giant of a man. We knew that he was called "Pete Briggs" by many who knew him. Sometimes he would accept a ride to Ephraim from the Temple in Manti at the close of the day, and we learned a little about his 105 |
