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As
we
emerged
from
the
corral
we
could
see
the
militia
just
a
short
distance
away
.
They
were
leaning
on
their
rifles
and
standing
in
a
long
line
about
six
feet
apart
.
As
we
passed
them
I
could
not
help
noticing
how
solemn-faced
they
were
.
They
looked
like
men
at
a
funeral
.
So
did
the
women
notice
this
,
and
some
of
them
began
to
cry
.
I
walked
right
behind
my
mother
.
I
had
chosen
this
position
so
that
she
would
not
catch-sight
of
my
scalps
.
Behind
me
came
the
three
Demdike
sisters
,
two
of
them
helping
the
old
mother
.
I
could
hear
Lee
calling
all
the
time
to
the
men
who
drove
the
wagons
not
to
go
so
fast
.
A
man
that
one
of
the
Demdike
girls
said
must
be
Major
Higbee
sat
on
a
horse
watching
us
go
by
.
Not
an
Indian
was
in
sight
.
By
the
time
our
men
were
just
abreast
of
the
militia
--
I
had
just
looked
back
to
try
to
see
where
Jed
Dunham
was
--
the
thing
happened
.
I
heard
Major
Higbee
cry
out
in
a
loud
voice
,
"
Do
your
duty
!
"
All
the
rifles
of
the
militia
seemed
to
go
off
at
once
,
and
our
men
were
falling
over
and
sinking
down
.
All
the
Demdike
women
went
down
at
one
time
.
I
turned
quickly
to
see
how
mother
was
,
and
she
was
down
.
Right
alongside
of
us
,
out
of
the
bushes
,
came
hundreds
of
Indians
,
all
shooting
.
I
saw
the
two
Dunlap
sisters
start
on
the
run
across
the
sand
,
and
took
after
them
,
for
whites
and
Indians
were
all
killing
us
.
And
as
I
ran
I
saw
the
driver
of
one
of
the
wagons
shooting
the
two
wounded
men
.
The
horses
of
the
other
wagon
were
plunging
and
rearing
and
their
driver
was
trying
to
hold
them
.
*
*
*
*
*
It
was
when
the
little
boy
that
was
I
was
running
after
the
Dunlap
girls
that
blackness
came
upon
him
.
All
memory
there
ceases
,
for
Jesse
Fancher
there
ceased
,
and
,
as
Jesse
Fancher
,
ceased
for
ever
.
The
form
that
was
Jesse
Fancher
,
the
body
that
was
his
,
being
matter
and
apparitional
,
like
an
apparition
passed
and
was
not
.
But
the
imperishable
spirit
did
not
cease
.
It
continued
to
exist
,
and
,
in
its
next
incarnation
,
became
the
residing
spirit
of
that
apparitional
body
known
as
Darrell
Standing
's
which
soon
is
to
be
taken
out
and
hanged
and
sent
into
the
nothingness
whither
all
apparitions
go
.
There
is
a
lifer
here
in
Folsom
,
Matthew
Davies
,
of
old
pioneer
stock
,
who
is
trusty
of
the
scaffold
and
execution
chamber
.
He
is
an
old
man
,
and
his
folks
crossed
the
plains
in
the
early
days
.
I
have
talked
with
him
,
and
he
has
verified
the
massacre
in
which
Jesse
Fancher
was
killed
.
When
this
old
lifer
was
a
child
there
was
much
talk
in
his
family
of
the
Mountain
Meadows
Massacre
.
The
children
in
the
wagons
,
he
said
,
were
saved
,
because
they
were
too
young
to
tell
tales
.
All
of
which
I
submit
.
Never
,
in
my
life
of
Darrell
Standing
,
have
I
read
a
line
or
heard
a
word
spoken
of
the
Fancher
Company
that
perished
at
Mountain
Meadows
.
Yet
,
in
the
jacket
in
San
Quentin
prison
,
all
this
knowledge
came
to
me
I
could
not
create
this
knowledge
out
of
nothing
,
any
more
than
could
I
create
dynamite
out
of
nothing
.
This
knowledge
and
these
facts
I
have
related
have
but
one
explanation
.
They
are
out
of
the
spirit
content
of
me
--
the
spirit
that
,
unlike
matter
,
does
not
perish
.
In
closing
this
chapter
I
must
state
that
Matthew
Davies
also
told
me
that
some
years
after
the
massacre
Lee
was
taken
by
United
States
Government
officials
to
the
Mountain
Meadows
and
there
executed
on
the
site
of
our
old
corral
.
