Friday, November 19, 2010

Pioneer Heritage Cemetery - Spanish Fork Utah







1530 East 1884 South Spanish Fork, Utah Resting place of
 Alpharetta Boice adopted Indian Baby of John and Mary Ann
This Cemetery has also been called The Old Palmyra Graveyard, 
the East Bench Graveyard, and The Upper Cemetery.
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Today there is an actual address, paved road and parking space, curb, gutter, sidewalks, green grass, lovely flowers and rock wall fencing. There is no doubt, when you drive up to this spot, there is something special here.

In the early 1980's, I was searching for the cemetery where the little adopted Indian baby Alpharetta was buried. I asked towns people I came across in Spanish Fork if they knew of a pioneer cemetery.  Some would tell me where the city cemetery was located, but they were unaware of any other cemetery in Spanish Fork. I thanked them, and keep looking. I had long since talked with the Sexton of the Spanish Fork Cemetery. He showed me where the older part of the cemetery was located, and tried to be helpful. I was grateful to him, but I could tell it was not the place. The place I was looking for had been imprinted on my mind years before as I listened to the Pioneer Stories told by Grandmother Delila Asay. When she told the story of Alpharetta, she spoke with such emotion in her voice, and the detail she gave created an image in my mind clearly of a time and place I had never been but would recognize when I saw it.

John Boice
Mary Ann Barzee














 Over a period of a few years, I asked people  I came in contact with in Spanish Fork, if they knew of the existence of a pioneer cemetery. I knew I was looking for a place high, overlooking the valley, and the Spanish Fork River.  When Bill and I were looking at homes built on the new golf course, I asked a man the familiar question.  To my surprise, and delight, he told me of a small cemetery located in a field.  He drew a map and gave some instruction to help navigate the agricultural fields of corn, and alfalfa.  With map in hand, Bill and I started out. The instructions went something like, drive about 3 miles, then take the second lane lined with corn fields and old wood posts with barbed wire, you'll see a tin sign on one of the posts... if you come to a farm house, you've gone to far....



We followed the directions, to an area where there was nothing but fields, and a farm house in the distance. We drove along the dirt lane, which was reminiscent of the farm I grew up on in Cowley, Wyoming without the drainage ditch. Finally we saw an area enclosed by tall chain link fencing with a monument inside.  This looked promising.  We drove over the ruts in the field as far as we could, and then got out and walked the rest of the way.  When we entered the enclosure,  a tall vertical historic monument was directly ahead with the names of the known pioneers buried there.   Small river bed stones laid around to provide a better walking area than bare ground.   Weeds had grown through, hiding the small rounded, weather-worn red sandstone markers left by the early pioneers.   I could detect no lettering left on any of the sandstone markers, but they were mostly of a fairly uniform size and shape, and marked the final resting place of loved ones of long ago.






















As I looked around, visually I knew this place met the criteria Grandmother Asay laid out. More importantly, I knew in my heart this was the place.

As the years past, need for housing as populations grew, began to show itself in the changing landscape surrounding this little plot of land.  As the land changed from agricultural use to housing subdivisions, corresponding changes were seen at the little cemetery.  When I drove to visit the cemetery I was greeted by a new southern entrance instead of west.  A tiny parking space was chisled from the side of the hill, and there rather steep stairs led to the cemetery at the top of the hill. A new square wooden sign greeted me when I reached the top that said, "Pioneer Historical Cemetery". 

Pioneer Historical Cemetery
The next time I came to visit, there were more changes.  The Southern entrance and stairs were gone, I'm quite sure they didn't meet wheelchair accessibility requirements.   The wooden sign was replaced by a nice wrought iron. 


















The monument had received a "face lift" of sorts too.  It was no longer facing West, and the tall vertical monument that is "typical" of pioneer monuments had spouted wings, and concrete steps.  The gravel, weeds and small sandstone monuments were still there, and the iron sign had a fresh coat of paint.  The farm house is framed under the sign.



















The next time I visited around  2008, the changes I saw caused me some alarm.  The headstones were missing and more changes were obviously in progress. This concerned me enough to make a visit to the Spanish Fork City offices.  With the subdivision encroaching on the area, I wanted to make sure this cemetery was protected and it's integrity maintained.   

Flags marking grave sites.













The City had started a high-tech process to locate the various graves using echo type equipment to map out the cemetery.  The headstones had been removed and I was told they were being "restored" and would be replaced.  I was satisfied with what I had been told was happening and watched with interest as the project progressed.



















That brings us to what you will find when you visit the little cemetery in Spanish Fork today.  The Pioneer Heritage Cemetery was re-dedicated July 22, 2009.  The monument has been removed, but the DUP marker set in the monument in 1943 has been re-set at the entrance gate of the newly renovated cemetery.

set  in original  monument

names of known pioneers buried here





Sculptors Erasmo and Alex Fuents
The statue was unveiled by the sculptors and assisted by Mayor Joe Thomas at the re-dedication.  The figure depicts a young pioneer family.  "The statue embodies all those who lost loved ones and buried them here; but looked forward with hope and peace to the future."

sidewalk around perimeter with benches for reflection
new concrete markers
























One cannot deny the renovation to the Heritage Cemetery has resulted in a peaceful setting, and in keeping with the high rent housing that surrounds it.  But what happened to the red sandstone markers?  I called and they ceased their "restoration" efforts as it "wasn't turning out well".
Brock Larson learned of the cemetery restoration and decided to make placing headstones at the new Pioneer Heritage Cemetery his Eagle Scout Project.  "I thought that this would be cool because it was something to do for our ancestors."  It is lovely, but I will always remember the first time I saw this almost forgotten cemetery, and the feeling it gave me as I looked at those hand chisled, red sandstone markers, knowing that one may have been placed by John and Mary Ann for their beloved Alpharetta.  Still, now Alpharetta's name and legacy is known to all who come to this little cemetery and pause to read this bronzed plaque that tells her story.  Grandmother Asay would be very pleased.
to read Alpharetta's story:
 http://pioneerstories-asay.blogspot.com/2012/03/story-of-alpharetta-boice-indian-baby.html




1530 East 1884 South Spanish Fork

Thursday, November 18, 2010

Selena Marshall's Life Story

Selena Marshall Gregory
SELENA MARSHALL’S LIFE STORY
Author Unknown - Posted as Written
Selena Marshall was the daughter of Thomas Marshall and Sarah Goode. Selena was born February 22, 1844 at Linton Hill, Herefordshire, England. She was baptized August 13, 1854.

They had joined the saints, but Brother Thomas Marshall did not have good health and died in England. After his death sister Marshall still was very anxious to come to America. She had the courage and desire to emigrate to Utah. She had five daughters and one son. One of the daughters was a frail sickly child, and on that account she hesitated to leave their comfortable home, but she had a blessing given to her, in which she was promised, she would go to Salt Lake Valley and not lose a child. This was a great encouragement to her. She made preparations as fast as she could for their departure from England. She and her children left Linton Hill, Herefordshire, England in April, 1856 by railroad to Liverpool, where they sailed on the ship “S. Curling” with Samuel Curling as master. Dan Jones was president of the company on board, comprising 800 souls of L.D.S. saints, mostly all of them were Welsh stock.

Selena’s mother also paid emigration for her sister, Maria Goode, who was unmarried. Sister Marshall was 34 years of age, and the children were: Lavinia 12, Selena 10, Tryphinia 8, Louisa 6, George 4, and Sarah 2 and Maria Goode 25 years of age. They sailed from Liverpool on the 19th of April, 1856, and landed in Boston on the 23rd of May, 1856 where they boarded a train for Iowa City, arriving there on June 2, 1856.

A few days after their arrival on camp grounds, they joined the handcart company and headed for Salt Lake Valley with Edmund Ellsworth and Daniel McArthur as their captain and leader. This was the first hand cart company headed for Salt Lake Valley. Selena was next to the oldest child, and she had the responsibilities of helping her younger sisters and brothers along while her mother and eldest sister pulled the handcart. Everyone, even the small children had to walk, unless they were ill.

Every person in the company was given a pint of flour a day to make whatever they wanted to do with it. Selena always made her share into bread, and kept most of it to coax her sisters and brother along and it helped a great deal when they were so tired and weary. She sometimes helped others in their camp by gathering wood for their campfires. Some were thought wealthier than others for they had more supplies in their camp. These people at times gave bread to Selena for her help. She would keep it to coax the children along, as it helped so much to keep the children moving along ahead of the hand carts. Selena asked her Father in Heaven to take away her appetite so that she could give her rations to the younger ones more easily. She got very weak and made tea from wild herbs to strengthen her, but she seldom got hungry.

Selena with sisters Sarah and Louisa
Selena is sitting
When the children were tired, she offered them a small piece of bread if they would go to a bush or rock that she would point out ahead, and she took turns carrying them a little ways to rest them. When they reached the chosen place, she would give them a bite of bread. This was a very long and tiresome journey for these brave souls. 
Tryphena Marshall Hunt
They encountered a very disheartening experience on their journey. When the company had stopped to make camp after a long hard day, they found that one of Selena’s sisters was missing.(Tryphinia) Many were alarmed but the captain tried to quiet them by saying that the wolves would have her by that time, and he didn’t want anymore lives lost by trying to rescue her. Selena and her mother really felt that they could find the child and started back in search for her. After going a short distance from camp, they both knelt down in prayer. Her mother had a feeling immediately that she would find her child and they did find her huddled up close to a large bunch of grass near the trail. They hurried along with light and happy hearts with the finding of her. The wolves howled on all sides of them, but they were so thankful to find the lost one, that they were not afraid. The mother didn’t forget the promise made to her in the beginning of her journey westward, and it buoyed her on the road to her goal. On their way back to camp, three men of the company came to meet them. They arrived back to camp in the early morning in time to go on with the company that day. 
Brother Brigham brought a treat of ginger snap cookies
When the company was two days from Salt Lake Valley, Brigham Young and a few other men came to welcome and cheer them on. Brother Young brought them a treat of ginger snaps. Each child was given three cookies. There was not enough for all the grown ups. Selena kept most of hers for her little brother and sisters. Their journey proved a very hard one, and conditions were very bad in Salt Lake Valley. They arrived on September 26, 1856 and camped a week to rest. As conditions were so bad, they went on to Ogden and made their home at William Wadleighs residence for a while. He was very good to them and helped them in many ways. Mrs. Marshall married Joseph Chadwick in 1857. Mr. Chadwick didn’t prove to be a good husband to Selena’s mother, and she obtained a divorce in the beginning of 1860. That spring she left Ogden and took her family to Cache Valley, arriving in Franklin, Idaho April 14, 1860 where she made her home.

Selena worked very hard to help her mother get a home, and they planted a garden and small crops. She went to the canyon for wood and also plowed with an ox team. She became acquainted with a good man who was a widower, and who had just previously come to Franklin. He was from England and Selena was 18 years old now and anxious to get a home of her own. She married Robert Gregory, son of John Gregory and Elizabeth Sylvester, on the 2nd of January, 1863. Bishop Preston Thomas performed the ceremony. They were quiet about their marriage, and Bishop Thomas left a dance during intermission to marry the couple at the bride’s home. They lived a short time with Selena’s mother, then made a home out in the Franklin Fort. Selena was very happy and contented with her fine husband, and she gave birth to a daughter on October 17, 1863.

The town Franklin was divided in 1864 into one-fourth acre lots. With eight lots to a block, Selena’s husband was given a lot on the south of the public square. They raised a good crop of potatoes that year, and started to build them a house on their lot. They had this year for their share, 80 bushels of wheat, which they sold for flour and other necessities. Wheat was worth $5 a bushel and potatoes $2 a bushel. They surely felt like they were on the road to prosperity. They bought a team and wagon, which they badly needed. In January, 1865, they received their endowments and Selena acted as proxy for her husband’s first wife, Mary Stevens Gregory, who died while they were crossing the plains at Fort Laramie Wyoming. The weather was extremely cold and their ears were frozen while returning home from Salt Lake City. When they got back as far as Smithfield, their little daughter was very sick and broke out with measles. They stayed with brother McCann until Mary Lavinia was well enough to be moved to Franklin.

Brother Gregory purchased more land out south of Franklin, which they called the south field, but which later was named Mount Hope, then later called Cove. When the ward was divided into two precincts, Cove was the south ward. On January 6, 1866, Selena gave birth to another girl, whom they named Sarah Selena.

Wild Parsnip
In the summer of 1867, a sad experience happened. Their daughter, Mary, with two other little girls of the neighborhood wandered away into the south fields near spring creek. They picked a bouquet of poison parsnips and ate some of them on the way home. The girls became deathly sick. With great difficulty they saved Mary’s life, and the life of Emma Pree, but the neighbor girl could not be made to vomit up the poison, thus causing her death.

Another daughter was born February 1, 1868 and named Charlotte Maria. This year, their crops were much better and grasshopper pests were not so bad.

In November, 1883, the Y.L. M.I.A. (Young Ladies Mutual Improvement Association) was organized, with Selena taking the office of President. Her husband, Robert, acted as first counselor in the Y.M.M.I.A. (Young Men’s Mutual Improvement Association). In 1894, the primary organization was effected and Selena served as counselor, continuing to labor in this organization for six years. Selena served as Relief Society visiting teacher until her health would not permit her to serve any longer. She enjoyed good health, however, until her family was grown and all married. She was the mother of thirteen children, eight girls and five boys. Three children died in infancy, but all the rest married and had large families, also. They all worked in the church in their respective wards. Her husband, Robert Gregory died suddenly while asleep in bed at the home of their second daughter, Sarah G. Porter, which whom he was visiting for a few days. The date of his death was December 28, 1900.

Selena Marshall Gregory 1888

Selena acted as nurse and midwife and helped many, many people through sickness, epidemics and childbirth. It is estimated that she brought 2000 or more babies into the world, including all her grandchildren. She also nursed under doctor Adaminson and he swore by her. There were many, many times a doctor would send patients to Selena, telling them that she could do more for them than he could do. She was good and stayed by her patients until they were out of danger.

Selena Marshall Gregory
 She was very kind and helpful to everyone, a very good cook and home maker. She knew how to work and do many kinds of art and needle work. She could knit a stocking or mitten with her eyes closed, and did this many times while telling stories to her grandchildren, of her many experiences crossing the plains. Selena never had a chance for book learning or to go to school during her whole life.

In 1914, she bought a small home in south Franklin, Idaho, thereby leaving the home in Cove to her boys, George and Thomas. They each bought an equal part of the farm from her. She became a victim of sugar diabetes and suffered several years from that disease. She cared for herself until December, 1917, when she became bedfast and died at the home of Charlotte G. Preece, on January 1, 1918.

She left numerous posterity- sons and daughters, grandchildren and great-grandchildren. She was a noble wife and other with a sterling character, and did much good in this world. All loved her and her wonderful ways. She was buried in Franklin, Idaho.

Robert and Selena Gregory Monument
Franklin Cemetery Idaho
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Source:
Author unknown

Tuesday, November 9, 2010

Zion in Her Heart - The Sarah Goode Marshall Story

Article prepared for the Ensign Magazine by Marlin Sharp.  Grateful thanks to Marlin for permission to post with original paintings commissioned for retelling this important history. 
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Benjamin Chadwick - Family History of Shoshoni Indian Incident

Ben and Sarah Walker Chadwick Sr 1898 Sarah Walker Chadwick,
Sarah Chadwick Bowns, Ben, Mae, Lizzie, Ada, Nettie
My father was a fearless man. While he was working on an old fashioned thrashing machine operated by horses instead of an engine near Franklin, he showed his courage – daughter Nettie Bybee

Ben and Sarah Chadwick and the children joined his Chadwick parents and siblings in the settlement of Franklin in the Idaho Territory to the north in the spring of 1864 (probably due to the floods and devastated crops from the previous season – A History of Weber County by Richard C. Roberts mentions severe flooding at Mill Creek in 1863.). They probably left the Walkers behind in the log house in Slaterville. At Franklin, Ben protected a Mormon woman and his father Joseph Chadwick from some intoxicated Shoshone Indians – a story that became legendary in early Mormon pioneer history. According to An Early History of Franklin written by Eldon T. Bennet in 2004, Ben Chadwick was threshing grain in the fields outside Franklin Fort when some members of the Eastern Shoshone tribe under friendly Chief Washakie came into town drunk and began to break windows and assault a Mormon woman on the streets. Ben and fellow workers came to her rescue. One of the Indians knocked down Ben's father Joseph with a club and Ben went after the Indian with a knife. 
Chief Washakie
Then Ben grabbed someone else's pistol and shot the Indian through the neck. Ben's father urged him to leave Franklin and hide out from the Shoshone. According to Nettie‘s biography, Ben sometimes hid inside a flour barrel. But the Shoshone wanted revenge and demanded that the Mormons turn Ben over to them. Eventually the Mormons traded them some supplies and oxen from the white men who had originally sold the Shoshone the liquor aka "fire water".

Later in the fall of that year Ben Chadwick and his family returned to the log house with the Walkers in Slaterville." compiled/written by Bill Horten - 2010 (pp 4-5)

Benjamin Chadwick Eldest son of
 Joseph Chadwick and Mary Whitehead
"The legend of the Shoshone shooting continued long after Ben‘s death. Longtime Slaterville resident Orval Holley remembered listening to the story being retold on local radio programs. Details of the incident have been mentioned in numerous LDS life sketches by his descendants. It has been written about in magazines such as a 1930 issue of The Trail Blazer as well as other histories of the town of Franklin, Utah. One such retelling of the story in a newspaper article on pioneer recollections by William G. Smith led to another 1934 article in the Ogden Standard-Examiner to clear up the historical confusion of the Battle Creek Massacre fight of U.S. Army Colonel Connor of January 1863 with this Indian episode of 1864. Sometimes the zeal of the descendants to connect their pioneer ancestors to national history led to some exaggerations and inaccuracies." _________________________________________
Source:
Ben and Sarah Walker Chadwick History by Bill Horten
pp 4-5 and pp 60

Tuesday, November 2, 2010

Benjamin Chadwick the Shoshoni Shooter

Chief Washakie 1865
"Washakie told his people: “You must not fight the whites. I not only advise against it, I forbid it!” The settlers were so appreciative of Washakie’s assistance that 9,000 of them signed a document commending the Shoshonis and their chief. He was also on friendly terms with the Mormon leader “Big-Um” or Brigham Young."

Quotation from an unknown old book, apparently from an Indian in the early era:
“Buffalo was recklessly slaughtered by the white man. Buffalo was our food, shelter and clothing --
now the white man is our buffalo.”

“This source also stated that the white man gave three things to the Indian: the horse, the gun, and whiskey.

It was said that the Shoshones had been horse people since 1800 -- maybe 25 to 50 years earlier. The Indian learned to cope only with the horse. He could fight or hunt on horseback, learned to ‘lean’ so as not to expose himself to fire. But he could not learn to cope with the other two things -- guns or whiskey. He didn’t have enough ammunition to waste on practice, so few of them became crack shots; and if the gun jammed or broke he did not know how to repair it.”
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Source: The Bear River Massacre by Hart pp 261.

Following the events of The Bear River Massacre, two significant incidents occured that jeopardized every man, woman, and child living in Franklin, Idaho.  Typed as originally printed.

"The Drunken Indian..."

There are Four Published Versions of this incident in "The Bear River Massacre", by Hart. 
This version is taken from the Trail Blazer, History of the Development of Southeastern Idaho, 1930:
(pp 305-307)  Typed as Printed:

"In the latter part of September, 1864, an event occurred that nearly cost the lives of the inhabitants of Franklin. About 500 Indians that were on their way to Bear Lake, after having a fight with a band of Indians on the Platte River, camped on Muddy River bottoms, north of Franklin.



Chief Washakie in front of Tepee
with members of his family
Some of the Indians procured liquor, became drunken and rode their horses wildly up and down the town. One drunken Indian began breaking the windows in the home of George Alder, who with others had moved from the Fort by this time, north on Muddy river (* early name of Cub River, traditionally a mountain-clear stream). When Mrs. Alder remonstrated with him and tried to drive him away, he picked up a large willow stake and began whipping her and tried to trample her under his horse’s feet.

The screams of Mrs. Alder and the strange actions of the Indians attracted the attention of some men who were threshing at Samuel Handy’s place, a short distance from Alder’s. They ran to the rescue with their pitchforks. Ben Chadwick, who was feeding the threshing machine when Mrs. Alder’s screams were heard, came running up with a butcher knife in his hand, (he had been using the knife to cut the bands that bound the sheaves of wheat).

Benjamin Chadwick Sr. Eldest son of
Joseph Chadwick and Mary Whitehead
Ben gives his experience as follows:

“I ran at the Indian with my butcher knife, my only weapon; he struck my father down and continued to race after Mrs. Alder, striking her down and trying to trample her under his horse. As fast as the men came up, the Indian would knock the pitchforks out of their hands with his long club. William Handy came running up with a pistol and all the men shouted, ‘Shoot! Shoot! Shoot him!’ Handy seemed to hesitate and I said, ‘Give me the pistol! I can shoot!’ I took the pistol from his hand and shot. The Indian fell from his horse, wounded in the neck.

“My father and the other men urged me to leave immediately. I rode Wm. Davis’ horse to the home of John Lard on High Creek (* about five miles south), I disguised myself by shaving and cutting my hair. (Previous to this time Ben had worn a long beard and hair to his shoulders.) I also changed horses and came back to Franklin about 12 o’clock that night with some of the Minute Men.”

Just about a quarter of a mile east of where the Indian was shot, another scene was enacted. Robert Hull and Howard Hunt were on their way to the Indian camp at 5 o’clock in the evening, to try to recover the linsey skirt that had been stolen that morning from Mary Whitehead, by two Indian women. Not knowing what happened, Mr. Hull and his companion were watching Mr. Handy running with something in his arms. They wondered why he was running. Suddenly Mr. Hull felt someone grab him; in another moment he found himself staring into the barrel of Chief Washakie’s pistol. The Chief snapped off the trigger three times, but the gun didn’t discharge. Then he pointed away from Mr. Hull and fired. This time the shot exploded. The Indians who had immediately gathered and witnessed the scene must have thought Mr. Hull a spirit, when the Chief could not shoot him. Mr. Hull was unarmed, having left his pistol at home that noon. This was fortunate, for the Chief would very likely have been killed, and the people of Franklin would have been massacred as a result.

When Washakie grabbed Mr. Hull, Howard Hunt escaped and gave the alarm. Mr. Hull, after being dragged to the Indians camp, was surrounded by young bucks who danced about him. Squaws prodded him with butcher knives.

Chief Washakie would say: “White man killed Indian” and Hull would answer, “No!”

They continued to persecute him, the squaws joining in with their painful prodding. While Mr. Hull was surrounded by the dancing warriors and knife-armed squaws, he recalled a dream that he had had three nights before. This gave him courage to endure the torture inflicted upon him. He had dreamed that he was completely surrounded by snakes that would dart at him from different parts of the circle. One big snake came up and struck at him with its fangs three different times but didn’t touch him. None of the snakes bit him.

He asked for Chief Alma, (who could talk English). The Indian answered “Chief Alma dead, (meaning drunk), on White Man’s fire water.”

Several times during the night the Indians forced Mr. Hull to go closer to town and call for the Bishop. He knew they wanted Bishop Thomas and he could not make them understand that Bishop Thomas had moved away.

It was a bright moonlight night. The Indians saw the glittering of hundreds of fire-arms in the distance. The Minute Men were gathering and had been since 9 o’clock that night. They ceased to prod him with the knives after this.

About 11 o’clock that night Bishop Maughan, Ezra Benson, Bishop Hatch, A. Neeley and Wm. Hull went down to the Indian camp and conferred with the Indians. The Indians finally agreed to let Hull go if they would find the man who shot the Indian. (* local legends say the Indian was killed, not just wounded. Nh)

They returned from the Indian camp about 1 o’clock that morning. After Mr. Hull had greeted his loved ones, he asked about Ben Chadwick. Upon finding that Chadwick was in town, Mr. Hull found him and warned him to leave, and said, “The Indians are determined to get you.”

“I do not believe my friends will give me up to them,” said Mr. Chadwick.

Here are the words of Mr. Chadwick recalling the incident:

“William Whitehead, my wife and sister came and begged me to leave again, so I ran to the home of the Wheeler’s where I had left my horse, then made my way to Slaterville.”

Chief Washakie and tribal members
 Next morning Apostle Ezra Benson and Bishop Maughan called a meeting at 10 o’clock. The Indians, including chief Washakie and some of his braves, were invited. They were given places at the front in the bowery where the meeting was held. While speaking to the people, Bishop Maughan turned to Washakie and said, “What would you do if one of our men should go to your camp and start whipping and killing one of your women?”

Washakie answered, “We kill him!”

Bishop Maughan then said: “That is all we have done.”

Then he continued speaking to the people. “Talk about giving a man up that would save a woman’s life! If you want to give anyone up to the Indians, give the ones up that sold the liquor to them.”

To make peace with the Indians they were given oxen, flour, cheese and other food by the people of Franklin. It seemed that some of the Indians of Washakie’s tribe still had revenge in their hearts, as the following incident will prove:

About two weeks after the peace had been made with them, Mr. and Mrs. Hull were visiting with one of their relatives who lived about two blocks from the Hull home. They were asked to stay over night.

“I do not know why we accepted the invitation to stay all night,” says Mrs. Hull, “but it must have been the hand of Providence that kept us from going home that night. The next morning when we returned home, we found that the chinking had been removed from the wall and two shots had been fired where our heads would have lain. One bullet lodged in the stock of the gun that lay at the head of the bed.”

Note:  Portions taken from other versions:
"Official Program, First Idaho Day, 1910": (pp 302-305) for clarification and interest:  Typed as Printed.

"About a thousand Indians on a migration and hunting expedition were going through the country under the leadership of Chief Washakie. These Indians were a peaceful band and quite friendly with the whites. They camped for a short rest in the river bottoms north of Franklin and while there some of the young warriors came up town.

 During the argument that took place at the peace meeting one of the finest and most picturesque examples of eloquence that is characteristic of the highest type of American savage was made by Chief Washakie.

"Put Yourself in My Place"
Chief Washakie
His theme was, “Put Yourself in My Place.” The savage brought home to the Christian the beauty of the eleventh commandment: “Do Unto Others as You Would That They Should Do Unto You”’ and his brief speech was a temperance sermon besides. He said, “Until the white man come there was no fire water, and the Indian was sober; your people sold fire water to my people and made my warrior loco (crazy). If my people had sold fire water to your braves and made them drunken, how would you feel about it? Would you like to see him shot down like a dog, because he made a fool of himself? Will the “White Father put himself in Washakie’s place?”

 “Military History of Cache Valley", by Martineau: (pp 301-302). Typed as Printed.

"On September 14th, 1864, the small town of Franklin narrowly escaped destruction and massacre.

A drunken Indian endeavored to ride his horse over a white woman, and to beat out her brains with a club. To save her life the woman was compelled to seek shelter under the horse's body, though encountering thus a peril almost as deadly as that threatened by the war club of the savage.

A white man shot the Indian to save the woman, and at once the whole band of savages flew to arms, threatening death and destruction to all unless the offending white man was delivered to them to be killed. The Indians, 300 in number, seized a white named Mayberry, and for a long time threatened him with death from knives held at his throat and tomahawks shaken at his head.

..."A singular incident transpired at this time….. Just as the head chief was departing, he said to Bishop Maugham -- “We have acted badly, but we don’t want you to talk to the Great Spirit about us. Don’t tell him to do anything to us -- don’t tell him what we have done.”

The Bishop answered that he talked to the Great Spirit every day, and could not make the promise desired. The chief urged his request again and again, but being firmly denied, went his way with a downcast look. Two days afterward, the chief sent back a hundred horses they had stolen from the range, but kept about as many more stolen in the valley, saying they needed and must keep them. As by this time they were beyond pursuit, they escaped with their booty. The people were glad to get off so well and without loss of life; for had not help so quickly arrived, Franklin would have seen a desperate and bloody fight, and many must have fallen."

(Franklin's last major threat was posed by 300, 500, or 1,000 Indians) depending upon the version.
All versions are posted under "Bear River Massacre Aftermath in Cache Valley".
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Source:
The Bear River Massacre: Being a complete SourceBook and Story Book of the Genocidal Action Against the Shoshones in 1863 and of Gen. P.E. Connor and how he related to and dealt with Indians and Mormons on the Western Frontier.
By Newell Hart (pp.  299-307)