John Stevens' Courtship: A Story of the Echo Canyon War — John Shaqi
John Stevens' Courtship: A Story of the Echo Canyon WarGates, Susa Young
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John Stevens' Courtship: A Story of the Echo Canyon War
Gates, Susa Young
Latter Day Saints -- Fiction; Utah Expedition (1857-1858) -- Fiction
Even Aunt Clara's feet tingled with the sound; but she refused to
accept jolly Tom Allen's invitation to join the merry throng now
quickly gathering on the sward, for she was very stout; but she smiled
sympathetically into John's face as he glanced quizzically at his own
partner now whisking away merrily with another, and at his associate
youths who had left to him all the labor of unhitching and preparing
camp for the night. But John was not a dancing man. He cared little
that he was left alone. His animals were very dear to him; for his
lonely domestic life had brought him in close association with the dumb
beasts that carried him over trackless plains and mountain peaks.
Soon the word went forth that President Young was approaching the
rendezvous, and all hastened to greet their friend and leader. As
his buggy, driven rapidly through the dusty road, came in sight, the
Nauvoo Band poured forth its brass blare of welcome; the boys pulled
off their hats; the girls waved sunbonnets; and the whole group stood
at attention, with affectionate greetings written upon their smiling
faces, and waving their hands, to welcome Brigham Young--Governor,
President, friend, and brother.
Thereafter followed the peaceable family of Bishop Winthrop. Comforted
and rested by the soothing assurance that wife and children were well
and with him, and that his precious young sister, Diantha, was for
once in the care and company of the man he loved best on earth, Bishop
Winthrop had driven his light spring wagon joyfully, and withal as
rapidly as his farm horses would permit, in the wake of the President
and his immediate family, with Rachel and babe crooning happily beside
him, and the merry youngsters behind, who were too interested in the
gigantic picnic before them even to indulge in a childish squabble.
At late sunset, the bugle sent forth its insistent call for silence.
Rapidly the company of over three thousand souls, encamped for the
night beside the brawling Big Cottonwood stream, gathered in one
glowing mass of color and motion. Then youth and age knelt reverently
on the sward, while devotions were offered to the kind Providence which
had permitted them to begin their long-planned festivity.
An hour after the evening service was over, the pleasure seekers had
retired into wagons and tents, and the silence of the peaceful hills
brooded over the encampment.
II.
DIANTHA FORGETS JOHN
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