Five thousands dollars! The sum is too small. Bid up, Uncle Sam, or don't bid at all; For men with royal blood in their veins Are not secured without greater pains! "Dead or alive" has a martial ring, It smacks of the power of despotic kings. It speaks of a power now dying out-- A power that is cursed with palsy and gout; A power that came from the witch fires of Spain, That crushes religious freedom wherever it reigns! 'Tis a wholesome sign, to see a man of God Defying the power of the tyrant's rod; Walking erect, with a stately tread-- When Gesler cries out "Bow down thy head." What though he fly to the mountain tower To escape the venge of the tyrant's power. Let him bide his time, it will come ere long; Victory is not to the proud and strong, For "truth is mighty, and will prevail"-- 'Twill sweep from Utah, with fire and hail, The "Liberal" lies; and this gouty wail, Borne on the wind o'er sea and land, Is the dying groan of the "Liberal clan." Be thou firm and true, as the tone of thy prayer, And God will be with thee everywhere. And I--oh, how I long to sing The funeral dirge of the "Liberal ring." Howard O. Spencer was a playmate of mine, and while I was not with him at the time Sergeant Pike made his brutal assault, here is what Howard told me about it: "Army officers had demanded of Uncle Daniel Spencer that his stock should be moved from the vicinity of his corrals. Uncle sent Al Clift and me to move them; we reached the ranch just as the sun was setting. I was at the stack yard, with pitchfork in my hand, in the act of putting hay in the mangers for our horses, when Pike with several soldiers rode up, he dismounted, and coming to me, with gun in his hand, ordered me 'to get out and move the stock.' I faced him squarely, and told him there would be no cattle moved that night; with an oath he struck me with his gun. I held up the pitchfork to ward off the blow, the fork handle was of pine home-made, the blow broke it in three pieces, and came with such force, that I was felled to the ground with a crushed skull. Pike turned to mount his horse, when a soldier said, "put his head down hill, so he can bleed free." He caught me by the hair, and pulled me around, then they rode off laughing. A little ranch boy was with me; he ran and told Luke Johnson who came and took charge of me. When President Young learned of it, he sent Allen Hilton and Dr. Sprague, with a carriage for me. I was taken to Salt Lake City and placed in the care of Dr. France and Anderson. With their intelligent treatment, and careful nursing, my life was saved.