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There
must
have
been
at
least
fifty
children
,
and
it
seemed
I
knew
them
all
of
long
time
;
and
there
were
at
least
two
score
of
women
.
These
went
about
the
preparations
for
cooking
supper
.
While
some
of
the
men
chopped
sage-brush
and
we
children
carried
it
to
the
fires
that
were
kindling
,
other
men
unyoked
the
oxen
and
let
them
stampede
for
water
.
Next
the
men
,
in
big
squads
,
moved
the
wagons
snugly
into
place
.
The
tongue
of
each
wagon
was
on
the
inside
of
the
circle
,
and
,
front
and
rear
,
each
wagon
was
in
solid
contact
with
the
next
wagon
before
and
behind
.
The
great
brakes
were
locked
fast
;
but
,
not
content
with
this
,
the
wheels
of
all
the
wagons
were
connected
with
chains
.
This
was
nothing
new
to
us
children
.
It
was
the
trouble
sign
of
a
camp
in
hostile
country
.
One
wagon
only
was
left
out
of
the
circle
,
so
as
to
form
a
gate
to
the
corral
.
Later
on
,
as
we
knew
,
ere
the
camp
slept
,
the
animals
would
be
driven
inside
,
and
the
gate-wagon
would
be
chained
like
the
others
in
place
.
In
the
meanwhile
,
and
for
hours
,
the
animals
would
be
herded
by
men
and
boys
to
what
scant
grass
they
could
find
.
While
the
camp-making
went
on
my
father
,
with
several
others
of
the
men
,
including
the
old
man
with
the
long
,
sunburnt
hair
,
went
away
on
foot
in
the
direction
of
the
mill
.
I
remember
that
all
of
us
,
men
,
women
,
and
even
the
children
,
paused
to
watch
them
depart
;
and
it
seemed
their
errand
was
of
grave
import
.
While
they
were
away
other
men
,
strangers
,
inhabitants
of
desert
Nephi
,
came
into
camp
and
stalked
about
.
They
were
white
men
,
like
us
,
but
they
were
hard-faced
,
stern-faced
,
sombre
,
and
they
seemed
angry
with
all
our
company
.
Bad
feeling
was
in
the
air
,
and
they
said
things
calculated
to
rouse
the
tempers
of
our
men
.
But
the
warning
went
out
from
the
women
,
and
was
passed
on
everywhere
to
our
men
and
youths
,
that
there
must
be
no
words
.
One
of
the
strangers
came
to
our
fire
,
where
my
mother
was
alone
,
cooking
.
I
had
just
come
up
with
an
armful
of
sage-brush
,
and
I
stopped
to
listen
and
to
stare
at
the
intruder
,
whom
I
hated
,
because
it
was
in
the
air
to
hate
,
because
I
knew
that
every
last
person
in
our
company
hated
these
strangers
who
were
white-skinned
like
us
and
because
of
whom
we
had
been
compelled
to
make
our
camp
in
a
circle
.
This
stranger
at
our
fire
had
blue
eyes
,
hard
and
cold
and
piercing
.
His
hair
was
sandy
.
His
face
was
shaven
to
the
chin
,
and
from
under
the
chin
,
covering
the
neck
and
extending
to
the
ears
,
sprouted
a
sandy
fringe
of
whiskers
well-streaked
with
gray
.
Mother
did
not
greet
him
,
nor
did
he
greet
her
.
He
stood
and
glowered
at
her
for
some
time
,
he
cleared
his
throat
and
said
with
a
sneer
:
"
Wisht
you
was
back
in
Missouri
right
now
I
bet
.
"
I
saw
mother
tighten
her
lips
in
self-control
ere
she
answered
:
"
We
are
from
Arkansas
.
"
