Twelve Mormon Homes : Twelve Mormon homes visited in succession on a journey through Utah to Arizona.

Twelve Mormon Homes, page 118

cherished tender thoughts of St. Thomas, where her rheuma- tism would certainly have been "thawed out." I thought her situation unenviable, but the next time I came by Kannarra, when the snow lay a foot deep on her doorstep, I pitied her more. A month before, her husband had been detailed to head that exploring mission among the Indians near the San Francisco mountain, in Arizona, which caused so much specula- tion in our Eastern newspapers. She had been ever since shut up in Kannarra, not knowing whether he was alive or destroyed by savages, or starved to death, or frozen down some half-mile- deep canon of the awful Colorado. I had the pleasure of giving her the first news of his safety. The messenger who had brought her husband word that he was set apart for this mission, told me that he arrived in the mid- dle of the night. Mrs. Roundhed got up without a murmur, kin- dled a fire, and prepared a meal for him. As she watched her saucepan she heard the conversation imperfectly. She raised her- self from her stooping position at the fire, and with one hand on her aching back, and the other suppressing a yawn, said, as quietly as if it were an everyday thing, "Well, Brother Gunn, I suppose this means another move for the saints? The Lord knows I'm ready!" I am sure I hope she will be detailed to some settlement, on our own planet, where there are green pastures beside still waters. Of course I saw Kannarra at its worst. Doubtless its winds are grateful in summer to those who toil up from the hot plains. And I am told that there is fine ranching ground only five or six miles off, fine coal, too, near and plentiful, and iron ore. We spent Sunday at Kannarra. My husband and children 118