A Gentile Account of Life in Utah's Dixie, 1872-73

Gentile Account, page 108

"Sister Brignall came flying upstairs to my room. `Oh Sister Lucy' she cried `I have been so miserable about you. Were you not frightened almost to death?' "`No,' I cried sitting up in my bed, `No! Sister Brignall, not in these mountains! I can remember when Father and Mother and we children lay all huddled in one bed in a little hollow in the prairie, and saw the men in the starlight against the sky, galloping all round us; galloping about with their dogs in search of us to kill us. Do you think we didn't @row that God was taking care of us! Do you think we didn't know that nothing but God's care kept them from seeing us, and we could hear them talking all around us! And now that we are hew, here in these mountains-do you think I'm afraid? Not a bit of it! They can't hurt us! God won't let them!" I can remember the tones of her voice, and the emphasis of her words so well, but they write tamely when I cannot at the same time paint the handsome woman sitting proudly upright in her chair, a crimson flush on her cheeks and specks of light scintillating in her hazel eyes! It is hard to set down this faith of hers that God teas taking care of them as a fancy: especially as I want to believe that He watches over me in the same special sort of way. It is time to dress for a party. We have had a slender meal eaten at an early hour, for this party is to be a feast. We have received our card of invitation printed in gold letters 108