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Show 1 IJlOYOUS cries from eager children, flash~ ing eyes in dark smiling faces - "Is coming Bitch-up Wat-son!" Those who had not seen hin1 in the flesh before had seen his picture, and there was no question whatever about it; the smiling man in black who stepped lightly from his car was no other than our revered Bishop Watson. The children flocked about him for his blessing; the adults, more shy, pulled their blankets to eye level but could not conceal the pleased smiles in those eyes. Bishop Watson had come! His first desire, after a visit to the Church, was to see Fr Liebler, laid up in the clinic with a rare disease diagnosed as not knowing that a man of 67.8793 years old can't stalk deer like a youngster. This indisposition led to a necessary change of plans, for it had been our idea that the Bishop would at last get a chance to go to Navaho Mountain where several adults were ready for Confirmation. Sunday morning the Bishop had early Mass; meanwhile a jeep took off for Montezuma Creek to bring in such of the children and adults as had no transportation of their own; at 9 :30, in addition to the regular services of Morning Prayer and Mass, Father Brown baptized several children and adults, and the Bishop preached and confirmed seventeen. The next day was our regular day to go to Aneth. The" Aneth Oil Fields" have had lTIore than their share of publicity in recent months, and it was only right that the Bishop should see the changes that have come over this part of our country. As Navaho Mountain had to be given up due to Fr Liebler's illness; the Bishop was packed into a jeep with Helen and Sister Mary Faith. It is only a little more than 30 miles by the River trails from the Mission to Aneth, but this year, which may well go down in history as The Year Of Much Rain, the washes have been unpredictable and it is not unusual for our workers to be away twelve hours or more, in order to handle an hour of class instruction and a few hours of medical visitIng. Fortunately the washes were passable ( |