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regarded as the unjustifiable killing of his tribesmen. How well this pledge was kept we shall presently see. At the time referred to there were twenty-eight families located in Long Valley, at that time called Berry Valley, and a smaller number at Kanab. Among others who were located at Berryville, in Berry Valley, were John, Robert, and Joseph Berry. During the winter of 1865-6 Robert Berry, his wife Isabella, and Joseph Berry, came north and spent the winter with relatives, at Spanish Fork, in Utah county. They started on the return journey to their home in the early spring, and April found them at Short Creek, one day's journey from Berry Valley. They had a good team, and knowing that the Indians were on the warpath, Robert had provided himself with a double barrel shotgun and a revolver, while Joseph carried two revolvers. About two miles from Short Creek, on the Long Valley road, there is a hill known as the Cedar Knoll, on which scattering cedars grow. As the travelers approached this hill they were suddenly and unexpectedly attacked by about forty Indians. Robert Berry, who was driving the team, turned from the road and, starting down a white sage flat, undertook to outrun the Indians, and regain the road which led back to the settlements. Unfortunately a deep wash, or gully, had been cut through this flat by the water, which the team could hot cross. The Indians, knowing the country, ran down this wash, unseen by the fugitives, thus cutting off retreat, and when the wagon reached the gully, they again attacked. One of the horses was shot down, which made farther flight impossible, and in the battle which ensued all of the travelers were killed. Several days later a party of cattle men found tbe bodies, and the same day William Berry arrived from Long Valley, in search of his brothers, whose non-arrival at home had caused him to fear that they had been killed. A careful examination of the ground disclosed the following facts: At the first attack, at Cedar Knoll, a shot had struck Joseph Berry, shattering his leg; while the team raced down the sage flat, a blanket had been torn into strips, and the wound bandaged. At the place on the wash where the last attack was made, a desperate struggle had evidently taken place between Robert Berry and the Indians. The bodies of the two men and the woman were near together, and not far away was the body of an Indian. It was Timpe-nam-pats. At the time referred to, John P. Lee, his wife and six children, and a hired man, Joseph Lillywhite, were at Lee's Ranch, on South Creek, about eight miles southeast from Beaver Earlv on the morning of October 22 the dogs were heard to bark loud-

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ly, and when Lee and Lillywhite took their guns and went out into the yard, in front of the house, they were fired upon by Indians. Lillywhite was shot through the right breast, and staggering back into the house fell helpless. Lee, after discharging his gun at the Indians, retreated to the house, where he barricaded the doors and windows, and made such preparations as were possible for defense. The Indians piled brush and poles against the house and set fire to it, by which the roof was ignited, and it looked for a short time as if the building would be destroyed, but there was a large quantity of milk in the room, and the flames were finally brought under control by throwing milk upon them. An Indian, using the handle of a pitchfork,

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succeeded in prying open the door, when Lee shot him. Another exposed himself at a window and was likewise shot. While the fight was in progress, a boy eight years old and his sister, younger, were put out of the house through a window where bushes grew close to the building, with instructions to follow down the creek, and when out of sight from the ranch, hurry to Beaver and summon assistance. Concealed by the bushes which grew on the creek bottom, they made good their escape and reached Beaver. Here a company of mounted men, under command of John R. Murdock, was hastily collected, and within

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one hour after the arrival of the children these men were at Lee's Ranch. The Indians, discouraged by the gallant defense made by Lee, after making an unsuccessful attack on the ranch house from all sides, took the stock which was convenient and fled. They were followed to a point near the Pah-reah, but made good their escape. None of the people at the ranch were injured except Joseph Lilly white, whose wound proved to be very serious, but he finally recovered. was afterwards learned that two of the Indians killed in It this battlewere the sons of Tiinpe-nam-pats. He and his sons had kept their pledge, but it had cost them their lives.

Not Ashamed

The men and the boys who are needed today Are those not ashamed of the fact that they pray. Not ashamed, having eyes to admit they behold Things prophets both ancient and modern have told. Having ears, not ashamed that they listen and hear The voice, still and small, but convincing and clear, Which leads in the way that is narrow and straight, To life everlasting through Heaven's free gate.

The boy or the man not ashamed to decline Tobacco and stimulant "out of his line;" As things quite offensive to mother and wife, As harmful, indeed, in any man's life, Unwholesome, injurious, well understood The word of the Lord has condemned as not good! My boy, be the one not ashamed, nor afraid, The true cause of wisdom and honor to aid.

"Unpopular?" Yes, my dear boy, so was He Who walked on the waves of the blue Galilee; Yet, God-like and pure, with supreme power filled, The wind and the waves at His bidding were stilled, We all need the touch of that power divine, His spirit to guide us and keep us in line. May we, while with fervor His love is proclaimed, So live that of us He will not be ashamed. L. Lula Greene Richards.

JUNE WISDOM IN THE HEART My Thoughts shall Be as are the Summer Skies A Laugh shall answer to an Anxious Brow; Soul lost in Soul, therein Love's Wisdom lies, Since Eden's dawns until the day that's Now.

The Sages teach that Lovers are the Fools, Yet I with Beauty count myself as Wise; While in the Gift of Love the Summer rules, Seek I the Wisdom that in Beauty lies.

For still to Love must be the Poet's fate, 0, Love made Milton and a Dante wan; Love makes a Plowman or a Courtier great, The "Bard of Ayr" or "Avon's Deathless Swan."

And Beauty is where Thought with Love may rove, There the Heart's Garden under Heaven lies; There stands Love's Palace in Love's Sacred Grove, And still a Rose its Fairest Treasure buys! Alfred Lambourne.