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ball。 He was no more than six； and I remember looking on with mouth
agape while his mother held him on her lap and his father set about
bandaging the wound。 Little Rish had stopped crying。 I could see
the tears on his cheeks while he stared wonderingly at a sliver of
broken bone sticking out of his forearm。
Granny White was found dead in the Foxwell wagon。 She was a fat and
helpless old woman who never did anything but sit down all the time
and smoke a pipe。 She was the mother of Abby Foxwell。 And Mrs。
Grant had been killed。 Her husband sat beside her body。 He was
very quiet。 There were no tears in his eyes。 He just sat there；
his rifle across his knees； and everybody left him alone。
Under father's directions the company was working like so many
beavers。 The men dug a big rifle pit in the centre of the corral；
forming a breastwork out of the displaced sand。 Into this pit the
women dragged bedding； food； and all sorts of necessaries from the
wagons。 All the children helped。 There was no whimpering； and
little or no excitement。 There was work to be done； and all of us
were folks born to work。
The big rifle pit was for the women and children。 Under the wagons；
completely around the circle； a shallow trench was dug and an
earthwork thrown up。 This was for the fighting men。
Laban returned from a scout。 He reported that the Indians had
withdrawn the matter of half a mile； and were holding a powwow。
Also he had seen them carry six of their number off the field； three
of which； he said； were deaders。
From time to time； during the morning of that first day； we observed
clouds of dust that advertised the movements of considerable bodies
of mounted men。 These clouds of dust came toward us； hemming us in
on all sides。 But we saw no living creature。 One cloud of dirt
only moved away from us。 It was a large cloud； and everybody said
it was our cattle being driven off。 And our forty great wagons that
had rolled over the Rockies and half across the continent stood in a
helpless circle。 Without cattle they could roll no farther。
At noon Laban came in from another scout。 He had seen fresh Indians
arriving from the south； showing that we were being closed in。 It
was at this time that we saw a dozen white men ride out on the crest
of a low hill to the east and look down on us。
〃That settles it；〃 Laban said to father。 〃The Indians have been put
up to it。〃
〃They're white like us；〃 I heard Abby Foxwell complain to mother。
〃Why don't they come in to us？〃
〃They ain't whites；〃 I piped up； with a wary eye for the swoop of
mother's hand。 〃They're Mormons。〃
That night； after dark； three of our young men stole out of camp。 I
saw them go。 They were Will Aden； Abel Milliken； and Timothy Grant。
〃They are heading for Cedar City to get help；〃 father told mother
while he was snatching a hasty bite of supper。
Mother shook her head。
〃There's plenty of Mormons within calling distance of camp；〃 she
said。 〃If they won't help； and they haven't shown any signs； then
the Cedar City ones won't either。〃
〃But there are good Mormons and bad Mormons〃 father began。
〃We haven't found any good ones so far；〃 she shut him off。
Not until morning did I hear of the return of Abel Milliken and
Timothy Grant； but I was not long in learning。 The whole camp was
downcast by reason of their report。 The three had gone only a few
miles when they were challenged by white men。 As soon as Will Aden
spoke up； telling that they were from the Fancher Company； going to
Cedar City for help； he was shot down。 Milliken and Grant escaped
back with the news； and the news settled the last hope in the hearts
of our company。 The whites were behind the Indians； and the doom so
long apprehended was upon us。
This morning of the second day our men； going for water； were fired
upon。 The spring was only a hundred feet outside our circle； but
the way to it was commanded by the Indians who now occupied the low
hill to the east。 It was close range； for the hill could not have
been more than fifteen rods away。 But the Indians were not good
shots； evidently； for our men brought in the water without being
hit。
Beyond an occasional shot into camp the morning passed quietly。 We
had settled down in the rifle pit； and； being used to rough living；
were comfortable enough。 Of course it was bad for the families of
those who had been killed； and there was the taking care of the
wounded。 I was for ever stealing away from mother in my insatiable
curiosity to see everything that was going on； and I managed to see
pretty much of everything。 Inside the corral； to the south of the
big rifle pit； the men dug a hole and buried the seven men and two
women all together。 Only Mrs。 Hastings； who had lost her husband
and father； made much trouble。 She cried and screamed out； and it
took the other women a long time to quiet her。
On the low hill to the east the Indians kept up a tremendous
powwowing and yelling。 But beyond an occasional harmless shot they
did nothing。
〃What's the matter with the ornery cusses？〃 Laban impatiently wanted
to know。 〃Can't they make up their minds what they're goin' to do；
an' then do it？〃
It was hot in the corral that afternoon。 The sun blazed down out of
a cloudless sky； and there was no wind。 The men； lying with their
rifles in the trench under the wagons； were partly shaded； but the
big rifle pit； in which were over a hundred women and children； was
exposed to the full power of the sun。 Here； too； were the wounded
men； over whom we erected awnings of blankets。 It was crowded and
stifling in the pit； and I was for ever stealing out of it to the
firing…line； and making a great to…do at carrying messages for
father。
Our grave mistake had been in not forming the wagon…circle so as to
inclose the spring。 This had been due to the excitement of the
first attack； when we did not know how quickly it might be followed
by a second one。 And now it was too late。 At fifteen rods'
distance from the Indian position on the hill we did not dare
unchain our wagons。 Inside the corral； south of the graves； we
constructed a latrine； and； north of the rifle pit in the centre； a
couple of men were told off by father to dig a well for water。
In the mid…afternoon of that day； which was the second day； we saw
Lee again。 He was on foot； crossing diagonally over the meadow to
the north…west just out of rifle…shot from us。 Father hoisted one
of mother's sheets on a couple of ox…goads lashed together。 This
was our white flag。 But Lee took no notice of it； continuing on his
way。
Laban was for trying a long shot at him； but father stopped him；
saying that it was evident the whites had not made up their minds
what they were going to do with us； and that a shot at Lee might
hurry them into making up their minds the wrong way。
〃Here； Jesse；〃 father said to me； tearing a strip from the sheet and
fastening it to an ox…goad。 〃Take this and go out and try to talk
to that man。 Don't tell him anything about what's happened to us。
Just try to get him to come in and talk with us。〃
As I started to obey； my chest swelling with pride in my mission；
Jed Dunham cried out that he wanted to go with me。 Jed was about my
own age。
〃Dunham； can your boy go along with Jesse？〃 father asked Jed's
father。 〃Two's better than one。 They'll keep each other out of
mischief。〃
So Jed and I； two youngsters of nine； went out under the white flag
to talk with the leader of our enemies。 But Lee would not talk。
When he saw us coming he started to sneak away。 We never got within
calling distance of him； and after a while he must have hidden in
the brush； for we never laid eyes on him again； and we knew he
couldn't have got clear away。
Jed and I beat up the brush for hundreds of yards all around。 They
hadn't told us how long we were to be gone； and since the Indians
did not fire on us we kept on going。 We were away over two hours；
though had either of us been alone he would have been back in a
quarter of the time。 But Jed was bound to outbrave me； and I was
equally bound to outbrave him。
Our foolishness was not without profit。 We walked； boldly about
under our white flag； and learned how thoroughly our camp was
beleaguered。 To the south of our train； not more than half a mile
away； we made out a large Indian camp。 Beyond； on the meadow； we
could see Indian boys riding hard on their horses。
Then there was the Indian position on the hill to the east。 We
managed to climb a low hill so as to look into this position。 Jed
and I spent half an hour trying to count them； and concluded； with
much guessing； that there must be at least a couple of hundred。
Also； we saw white men with them and doing a great deal of talking。
North…east of our train； not more than four hundred y