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Take Courage

Improvement Era, vol. 24, no. 9, July 1921, p. 796

Naegle, George C.

796 IMPROVEMENT ERA in an instant a score of hungry brutes sprang on to him, and tore him to pieces. At the same moment a fresh pack came sweep- ing across the road in front, enclosing us in a circle. The fright- ened horses recoiled back upon me, and I began shooting ri<dit and left. One of the excited ponies suddenly bolted from the herd and ran wildly across the plain. Instantly every wolf joined in the pursuit; for a moment there was a rushing sound, then all was still, and I was left alone with my trembling ponies, and my heart wildly beating! At 4 a. m. I reached camp in safety. The emigrants had put the children to bed, but the men and women were sitting around a fire in the centre of a horse-shoe corral formed of the wagons. When I rode up they greeted me with loud hurrahs, and strong hands lifted me from my saddle, and bore me triumphantly to the watch fire. When the joy had somewhat subsided, I said, "Brethren, that ox has traveled a hundred miles, and I have ridden seventy-five; these horses are Captain P's, I took them from the Indians who had stolen them; now double the guard around the camp and the cattle, put out your fires, and let me sleep until sunrise."

Take Courage

Never bend low to sorrow or frown, Though misfortune come to you, But hustle, and keep on the "go" That's the only way to get through.

Never lie down to fate or to foe, Undaunted straight-forward, just go; Through thick and thin, though you've no "tin", Take courage, life's battle to win.

Be moral, and deal on the square, For this course will win everywhere, Be humble and hopeful, trusting in God, Be valiant while onward you plod.

Should reverses come to me or to you, Lament not, nor sit down and whine But look for some good thing to do. With courage and pluck just hope for good luck, And just paddle your own canoe.

Never give up in the cause of right, But struggle on with all your might, Till you land your barque on the shining shore, Want and sorrow to know no more. St. George, Utah George C. Naegle