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I
shook
my
head
and
felt
myself
swelling
with
the
inarticulate
hate
that
possessed
me
.
"
When
I
grow
up
,
"
I
said
,
after
a
minute
,
"
I
'm
goin
'
gunning
for
them
.
"
"
You
,
Jesse
!
"
came
my
mother
's
voice
from
inside
the
wagon
.
"
Shut
your
mouth
instanter
.
"
And
to
my
father
:
"
You
ought
to
be
ashamed
letting
the
boy
talk
on
like
that
.
"
Two
days
'
journey
brought
us
to
Mountain
Meadows
,
and
here
,
well
beyond
the
last
settlement
,
for
the
first
time
we
did
not
form
the
wagon-circle
.
The
wagons
were
roughly
in
a
circle
,
but
there
were
many
gaps
,
and
the
wheels
were
not
chained
.
Preparations
were
made
to
stop
a
week
.
The
cattle
must
be
rested
for
the
real
desert
,
though
this
was
desert
enough
in
all
seeming
.
The
same
low
hills
of
sand
were
about
us
,
but
sparsely
covered
with
scrub
brush
.
The
flat
was
sandy
,
but
there
was
some
grass
--
more
than
we
had
encountered
in
many
days
.
Not
more
than
a
hundred
feet
from
camp
was
a
weak
spring
that
barely
supplied
human
needs
.
But
farther
along
the
bottom
various
other
weak
springs
emerged
from
the
hillsides
,
and
it
was
at
these
that
the
cattle
watered
.
We
made
camp
early
that
day
,
and
,
because
of
the
programme
to
stay
a
week
,
there
was
a
general
overhauling
of
soiled
clothes
by
the
women
,
who
planned
to
start
washing
on
the
morrow
.
Everybody
worked
till
nightfall
.
While
some
of
the
men
mended
harness
others
repaired
the
frames
and
ironwork
of
the
wagons
.
Them
was
much
heating
and
hammering
of
iron
and
tightening
of
bolts
and
nuts
.
And
I
remember
coming
upon
Laban
,
sitting
cross-legged
in
the
shade
of
a
wagon
and
sewing
away
till
nightfall
on
a
new
pair
of
moccasins
.
He
was
the
only
man
in
our
train
who
wore
moccasins
and
buckskin
,
and
I
have
an
impression
that
he
had
not
belonged
to
our
company
when
it
left
Arkansas
.
Also
,
he
had
neither
wife
,
nor
family
,
nor
wagon
of
his
own
.
All
he
possessed
was
his
horse
,
his
rifle
,
the
clothes
he
stood
up
in
,
and
a
couple
of
blankets
that
were
hauled
in
the
Mason
wagon
.
Next
morning
it
was
that
our
doom
fell
.
Two
days
'
journey
beyond
the
last
Mormon
outpost
,
knowing
that
no
Indians
were
about
and
apprehending
nothing
from
the
Indians
on
any
count
,
for
the
first
time
we
had
not
chained
our
wagons
in
the
solid
circle
,
placed
guards
on
the
cattle
,
nor
set
a
night-watch
.
My
awakening
was
like
a
nightmare
.
It
came
as
a
sudden
blast
of
sound
.
I
was
only
stupidly
awake
for
the
first
moments
and
did
nothing
except
to
try
to
analyze
and
identify
the
various
noises
that
went
to
compose
the
blast
that
continued
without
let
up
.
I
could
hear
near
and
distant
explosions
of
rifles
,
shouts
and
curses
of
men
,
women
screaming
,
and
children
bawling
.
Then
I
could
make
out
the
thuds
and
squeals
of
bullets
that
hit
wood
and
iron
in
the
wheels
and
under-construction
of
the
wagon
.
Whoever
it
was
that
was
shooting
,
the
aim
was
too
low
.
When
I
started
to
rise
,
my
mother
,
evidently
just
in
the
act
of
dressing
,
pressed
me
down
with
her
hand
.
Father
,
already
up
and
about
,
at
this
stage
erupted
into
the
wagon
.
"
Out
of
it
!
"
he
shouted
.
"
Quick
!
To
the
ground
!
"
