Saints of Sage Saddle by Austin E. Fife Alta Fife

Saints of Sage Saddle by Austin E. Fife Alta Fife

Author:Austin E. Fife, Alta Fife [Austin E. Fife, Alta Fife]
Language: eng
Format: epub
ISBN: 9780844611792
Google: 0G7BtgEACAAJ
Publisher: Indiana University Press
Published: 1956-01-15T03:34:43+00:00


Young men were posted to watch for deps at the outskirts of town and village. Their saddle horses would be tied below the brow of some hill which gave them a lookout over all the approaches to the settlements. If they saw a suspicious carriage coming—the deps had light vehicles and fast horses—they would ride away to warn the village and help their fathers and uncles pack and take off for the hills.{261}

There is a “Cohab Canyon” in southern Utah today which got its name from its frequent use as a hideout for the polygamists. In hours of idleness the boys would invent rhymes or songs on the theme of their daily occupation. One had the refrain:

All you cohabs that dodge around,

You’d better stay underground!

Another, which tells of a Danish polygamist who hid in a granary, ends with the line,

Buried in grain up to his Danish head!{262}

There are many stories of how the providence of the Lord protected the polygamists. One woman dreamed that the deps were coming to get the bishop. She got up in the middle of the night and went to warn him. He took to the hills at dawn, and not two hours later the deps were knocking on his door.{263}

Brigham Young had promised one polygamist that he would not be taken unless he gave himself up voluntarily. The deputies arrived unexpectedly, but he got the draw on them, a pistol in each hand. With his hands in the air, one of the deps tried to divert the Saint’s attention. “See them apples over there!” he shouted, nodding his head in the direction of a heavily loaded apple tree. “If you want some apples,” said the Saint, “go on over and my wives will give you some, but don’t try to get me to turn my back.”

On another occasion the same polygamist was surprised in his home. He jumped out a window and took to the hills, barefooted and without trousers. There was snow on the ground and it was bitterly cold. He had not gone far when he found a pair of trousers hanging on a sagebrush. A little farther on a bundle containing three pairs of heavy woolen socks—his exact size—fell from the skies and landed in the trail right before his eyes. He always believed that it was by the hand of God that he received these articles of clothing; that it was a way the Lord had of fulfilling a promise that Brigham had made him.{264}



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