--- title: Improvement Era description: Monthly periodical of the Mormon church, 1897 onward. This library holds the issues of November 1897 to December 1930. authors: - Clawson, Hiram B. collections: - periodicals tags: - magazine - improvement-era periodical: Improvement Era volume: 15 number: 9 published: 1912-07 publisher: Young Men’s Mutual Improvement Associations publisher_place: Salt Lake City language: en type: magazine reference: 'Hiram B. Clawson, "Pioneer Incidents," *Improvement Era* 15, no. 9 (July 1912): 822–824.' source: url: https://archive.org/details/improvementera1509unse transcription: Transcribed from the Internet Archive scan of each issue (the item for each issue is named in the issue's own source); unnumbered advertising leaves are omitted, printed page numbers are kept as page markers. identifier: improvementera1509unse start_page: 822 end_page: 824 rights: status: public-domain basis: US publication 1930 or earlier (published 1912-07) source: https://archive.org/details/improvementera1509unse publication_year: 1912 note: The Internet Archive item metadata carries a blanket "© Copyright by Intellectual Reserve, Inc." notice. The library owner judged it inapplicable because this issue was published in 1912, before 1931; a scan-level notice does not restore copyright. --- # Pioneer Incidents Pioneer Incidents RELATED BY BISHOP HIRAM B. CLAWSON V In about 1863, Mr. Clawson crossed the plains, going to New York with some gold. He relates that the Indians were very bad on the road, and continues : We were going on past Denver, and the night at first came out so clear and moonlight that I got out of the coach that night. We knew Indians were on the road, and got every gun there was in the coach and placed them by the side of every man. When we reached the fort we heard there had been several men shot; PIONEER INCIDENTS 823 hence, we concluded we would better stay, and we sent back for help to Denver. There was a preacher on a coach who had escaped and come back to the fort. When he got half way between the two stations the Indians shot the driver off his seat. They had missed the preacher and the mules had started to run. He got down on the double-trees. There were some sloughs along toward the river, and while the animals were going for all they were worth, he was shaken off into the slough. The Indians went on, got the coach, and came back to hunt for him, but could not find him. He lay in the bushes next the river close by, and after they went away he came back to the station. Next day we started on. Almost at every station there had been a driver or somebody else killed. We were pretty well armed, and we had learned how to be pretty safe. We took shot guns and cut the barrels off so that they were about two feet long. We could thus have them with us in the coach. The Indians got tired of this kind of thing, and we had no bother when they learned we had these instruments. One of the beautiful things on the plains was the antelope. They were very numerous. At the stations we got the cooks to prepare a lot of antelope steak which we took into the coach and ate on the way. It was the best food I ever ate. Up in the Black Hills, some 400 miles away, we were short of meat and almost everything else. It looked as if we were going to starve, so I concluded that I would go out and see if I could kill something. Some people think that it was a good deal of bragging for me to say that I killed a buffalo, but I went back about a mile and a half on the road we had just come over. There I saw a little depression and a little sharp hill. I went to see if I could find anything on the other side. Going down there, I saw a buffalo five years old, probably a little older. I was not the least alarmed nor excited over it, but concluded that I would take a shot at that buffalo. He could not see me, so I got a good aim, fired and hit him. I cannot remember where I struck him, but it was not long before he wavered on his feet and tumbled over dead. I returned to camp, and they just yelled and hollered. They hardly believed it, but I said : "You will see some bones tomorrow where the wolves have eaten him, if you don't go." They took a wagon, and returned, hooting and yelling, with the 824 IMPROVEMENT ERA buffalo meat. That was the only time we had buffalo meat. We did not save the hide. I was too young to pay much attention to it, and those animals were pretty common then, anyway. VI At a dinner given to Senator Stewart of Nevada, in 1896, H. B. Clawson was present, besides senators and reporters. He relates this incident: There were no others of the general public allowed, but for some reason or other I was invited to be there. I guess they thought they would put up a job on me, I do not know. We got along with the dinner, got through with the eating, and they had gone to drinking champagne, and were firing intellectual shots at each other — they were mighty smart. There was a man by the name of Private John Allen, noted for his wit, and for the clever things he said. He was seated next to me, round the circle of the table, and every little while he asked me some question about the "Mormons" and about coming across the plains. I was very innocent about the matter and answered his questions without thinking much about it. After the others had got around pretty well, he arose. Well, you could have heard a pin drop when he got up, because he was a noted man, and they knew there was something coming which they thought was good. "Now," said he, "gentlemen, I want to introduce a man from the West, a frontiersman, a man who crossed the plains barefooted, a man who is a 'Mormon.' More than that, gentlemen, he is a polygamist. And now, I want to say to you, gentlemen, if there is a single man in this crowd who is not a polygamist, let him rise to his feet." Well, they roared with laughter, and he continued : "Gentlemen, you will observe that I am the only man standing."