NOVEMBER 15 (somewhere near), 1915
It being customary for the Indians to bury their dead the same day they depart this life, and often the same hour (they used to simply wrap them in a blanket and put them out on the prairie on top of the ground or in a tree beside the Missouri), Wednesday morning at 10:30 Brother Bear Skin and others came chasing into the school room excitedly. All eyes naturally turned to towards them, and between sobs and gestures and a general disbursement of their senses and grief, they succeeded in explaining to me, through the school children, the immediate cause of grief. We understood the meaning of their coming to us, and while they waited in silent tears, we proceeded to make ready for the funeral. We rode five miles through the snow behind a pair of little tackies.
When we arrived upon the scene, in a spacious cottonwood log house, where quite a parade of mourners had assembled to pay their last respects to their departed relative and sister (Sister Turtle Woman, a Mormon). We found all kinds of beings ranging from the very worst freaks of nature, who were crawling and lolling on the floor ranging in years from six months to ninety years. Many of them long since stricken with blindness and fully ninety layers of Missouri mud piled upon their skins. The corruption and degraded state of the poor benighted souls, almost wring from my heart drops of blood and all but dislocated my past meals. From these unclean tabernacles of clay, we turned to shake hands with and comfort some in a more civilized state. The deceased had fairly rotted alive, and on account of the frigid breeze blowing from the northeast, we could not persuade them to leave the door ajar. We can better experience than imagine the unconquerable, unsanitary, suffocating, dreadful odor of the freaks, combining with the unbearable stench of the corpse, which was most enough to render one unconcisous.
No sooner had we done shaking hands, than a half brother of the deceased, who was a freak, sitting hunched up in one corner on the floor, his long hair flying loosely over his shoulders and serving as a handkerchief, parted his decayed jaws (like gaping gates of hell) and delivered himself of a long, subdued yap--yap, which set the whole crowd off. From away deep down in their souls came guttural sounds (characteristic) of their mourning, which swelled in volume as each dupe joined in. Alternately chills of fear, amusement, and pity--mingling with those of sick stomach--chased up and down my spine, whilst their voices raised and fell in some sort of harmony, then they would get to an extra high pitch from where some would break off in flat and guttural tones, while their whole beings would shake as a reed in water, tears and nose mucous freely flowing from every countenance, dripping off the end of their chins and running over the floor and into a crack between the flooring. Finally, a more cultured sister quieted them, but some persisted in their fiendish yelps. We had to quiet these. Really, I expected to find someone who had sobbed his heart out.
They placed the lady in a box, covered with black cloth, putting in her best blankets and jewelry and valuables. We turned the cover back over her face, and then came another cry. We began our services. Elder J. H. Hall and Elder Logan Brimhall. I presided and we sang No. 112, "Farewell Earthly Honors." Prayer was by Elder Hall, then we sang No. 83, "Oh My Father." I spoke a few words of cheer and comfort and dwelt on eternal duration of matter and the resurrection. We closed by singing No. 163, "I Need Thee Every Hour."
After the services there was a big cry, and everyone left save we two Elders. We had to load the corpse and haul it three miles east to the burial ground. I dedicated the grave. (Cold? Well, yes.) We came home after a sixteen mile jaunt by dark. During the services we took turns standing by the door to get fresh air. Not many days later a young man, John Fallett died. We were on the scene. He left a nice family. His mother took a big horse blanket pin and stuck it in her side and was going to kill herself. His wife grabbed a butcher knife and was going to stab herself. Many of them cut their legs and feet until great streams of blood flowed. One young buck picked up a gun and was going to blow his brains out. Women pulled their hair out, and some were going to poke their eyes out. Well, we certainly had an exciting time. Had some help. They nearly go crazy when a man takes sick and dies the same day, which was in this case.
Now these two cases are prevelant among the older people and more ignorant, while the better educated class are far superior and behave quite as white people.
Many of them are cultured people and have things pretty good, with well-furnished, neatly kept, artistically arranged homes, domestic science meals, classical music, well-trained voices, and aristocratic styles, manifesting quite the same power of love as does the whiteman.
BROTHER PLENTY ROAD'S STORY OF HIS LIFE
His great grandfather was Tattoo on the Arm, who lived in and around the Great Lakes, where they lived in tepees of bark and lived by fishing, catching fish that weighed 180 pounds. They speared them with long elk horns. They saw Buffalo, but never killed them, instead they worshiped them. They used sticks to produce friction and then fire. Instead of horses, they used dogs and bark canoes. They would use shoulder blades of animals for knives. They wrapped the handle with sinew. He never saw any white men on the Lakes. Their tribe was known as the Canoe Indians, now called Assinabone, meaning Canoe.
His grandfather was Lame Mountain. In his grandparents time, the tribe came West into the Dakotas where they used Eskimo Dogs and began use of the bow and arrow and found the Buffalo good eating. They purchased a few flint and muzzle loaders, stole a few horses from the Sioux, and had lots of dogs. They were always an enemy to the Sioux. Lame Mountain went out on the warpath, and the enemy shot him in the breast with a muzzle loader. It didn't kill him, and while the enemy was reloading, he slipped up and cut him in the ribs with an axe. He also killed one in Canada. Lame Mountain was Big Chief.
His father was Wakan or Little Holy. In North Dakota in a war between the Growvons and Canoe tribes, some of Little Holy's brothers were killed down on the Yellowstone River south of here. So Little Holy went out on the warpath. They stole a nice lot of horses, and as they were coming home in the middle of the night, they heard some singing, so they hobbled all the horses and went down into a hollow, where the Sioux were dancing and singing about a big stealing they had succeeded in making. They pushed in on the Sioux and killed a good number. Little Holy caught one fellow by the hair and pulled it out, and his enemy began to run. He shot him and took the scalp. Then they unhobbled their horses and rode 200 miles back to their camp and tribe, where Little Holy was made Bigger Chief. His tepee contained eighteen Buffalo robes, several squaws and a good many children. He had six wives at one time, but threw one away. All his sons were killed in war save Plenty Roads--two killed on the Yellowstone, one hanged himself, and one killed in a Buffalo chase.
They counted time by summers and winters and died when 80 winters old.
Plenty Roads or Taucankuota was born four years after the falling of the stars in 1833 and is now 79 years old. He was born near what is Minot North Dakota at the mouth of the White Earth River when berries were ripe. He hunted Buffalo when twelve and killed his first calf at twelve years of age. He and his five brothers went hunting when he was thirteen and found a den of wolves. He went in and tied a rope to the mother's leg, and then they pulled her out with her seven pups, then followed a big feast.
Four boys and a crowd of old hands went out to find the Sioux. Plenty Roads had a bow and nine arrows and a Canadian spear. He was fourteen years old. One man went into a trance and had a dream and saw the Sioux coming by horseback--a great lot of them, so they started back and just as they got to the edge of the timber on the Missouri, the Sioux came. Three of their men were killed and Plenty Roads was left alone with men coming in every direction. One big fellow on a white horse came for him, and as he got close, Plenty Roads put his Canadian spear through him and then made it to the timber. Plenty Roads said, "I was pretty badly scared. I couldn't feel my feet touch the ground." He married when he was eighteen years old, and married so many times he can't count them. He has been married to his present wife for 54 years and has had a good many concubines.
Plenty Roads was a Brave Warrior, a good Chief, a Medicine Man, and now is a Mormon. He has twenty-six descendants (that he knows of). His wife is 69 years old, and he is 79 years old. He said he would make me a medicine man, if I would give him three horses--one has to fast and pray so many days.
When the Medicine Man does his work, he has a lot of herbs that he chews. The patient being stripped stark naked, the Medicine Man kneels down and blows all over the sick persons body and wherever they are sick, such as the stomach, lungs, etc. He extracts a little bug, knowing the place, he knows what to do and what kind of herb to give them. Then he dances and sings and yells the hell out of them.
Snowblindness, they say, is caused by a little bug in the eye, and the Medicine Man brings him out. When they get sick, they call for us and would drink a whole bottle of oil would we permit them, and while we are administering to their sick, the whole family begins to pray for us and I have to smile at their pitiful pleadings. They think what the Elders can't get the Lord to do isn't worth trying for. They resemble the Old Jews in the` way of feasting, only they have little puppies as a favorite dish.
Early in the day they hoist a W.S. Flag near their dance hall and sing a song. All afternoon we can hear them coming in singing songs for twenty and thirty miles. They pitch their tents and prepare for the dance, which begins at dusk. Leaving the tents, they begin singing songs of praise to someone who had done them a favor in the last dance by giving them something to eat drink or wear. When we stepped inside the door, the Big Chief, the head of the twelve other chiefs, came up and gave us his hand and said, "Come." He took us up to his stand, and from here we viewed the proceedings. Their music consisted of twelve men in a circle supplied with drumsticks. They would put one hand up to their jaw and sing and beat the drum. The bucks stood up shaking bells, shells, claws, and etc., stepping around here and there. Finally, we have a moving mass of feathers, pants, bells etc., all singing or whooping--no roudyism. When the music (if we can call it that) quits, each dancer sneaks back to his seat and pulls smoke through a long stemmed pipe, which has been filled by some of his relatives. While smoking, some young buck gets up and gives us a gymnastic demonstration that makes the squaws admire him. Then some Old Buck gives us a war dance. Now comes the big speal from some Chief pertaining to all of their affairs. Here, we come in for a squaw dance (Grass Dance). The squaws pull men into the circle, and they go bobbing around in a circle. One night I had just stepped inside, and a big, over-fed sister grabbed me by the coat and swung me into line, nearly breaking my neck. Everyone laughed, especially Elder Hall. Then one swung onto him--laughter. Not to be outdone, we had been practicing the dance. When the music began, we just hoed it off--then they did laugh!!
Now comes some fellow and puts up a good story and tells some of his war stunts, at which everyone yells "Bravo." He gives some relative some of his property, such as a bob sleigh, pigs, chickens, dogs, horses, etc. Then some relative arises, and takes the one who is to receive this, leading him to some other relative with whom he is to shake hands as a means of sealing the bargain. Of course, this person expects something in turn, and generally gets it.
Now we'll hear some more speeches, after which they pass the meat--horse, dog, cow, and chicken. They always pass apples and crackers to us. I am beginning to tire of the monotony, and the smoke is simply stifling, so I arise and make a speech and leave them. They are a people who have a great amount of pride and vanity. They don't like being outdone. Some of their costumes cost $50 to $300. They are as superstitious as can be, and have a good many philosophys, some of which may tell. There are lightening and thunder, and birds. A big long story is connected with each of these and is pretty good.
One day while visiting Circling Eagle (during Christmas Week), we decided to take a hunt in the brush. They gave me an old styled 22 caliber. I was examining it, and happened to hit the drum (dance drum) with the butt of the riffle. Everyone began yelling--he---you---sh---. Then they all laughed and said, "You are in for it now, Pahazeze." I asked why? and told them they should tell me all these things so I wouldn't make mistakes. The penalty for striking the drum, anytime save while in the dance hall (they held the drum sacred), was that the offender had to give five horses away and eat everything they set before him. He the offender, had to sit in the center of the hall, and the squaws would bring in one pot of dog soup after another--(they all laughed), and this fellow is known as a squaw man ever after. He would have to eat it all and slick things up clean and then go throw up. Well, being a minister of the Gospel and not exactly civilized to their ways and means of doing, they decided I was to go free.
One night we dressed two youngsters up as clowns and sent them to the dance. They were real cute and danced to perfection. Clowns always have to give something away, so they had to give a pig.
NOVEMBER 28, 1915
The Church was dedicated by President Melvin J. Ballard. We held two services. and I presided, it being our first General Lamanite Conference. Present were M. J. Ballard, R. M Stewart, Brother Miner, Elders J. N. Hall and Logan Brimhall and some eighty people. We would have had more, but it was a stormy day. President Ballard, besides addressing us very intelligently, sang several songs. President Stewart, Brother Miner, Elder Brimhall, and several of the Lamanites addressed us--Davis, Armstrong, Long, Red, and Harry Hollow. Davis and Armstrong were advanced to the office of Elders and Red was ordained to the Aaronic Priesthood by Elder Brimhall.
President Ballard and President Stewart left Sunday afternoon for the West. President Stewart had spent several days visiting with us, and we certainly had him going. He has never been out of the cities before in his life. I cannot mention 1/100 part of his blunders, and we like demons tried ourselves. We had him mix sourdough bread, and he put in four teaspoonful of soda in six biscuits. Then one day we borrowed teams to haul some wood. He and Stewart came out with the hatchet and climbed on the wagon. We had a big laugh while in the timber. We had him drive, and he got stuck, and we left him. The next day we took him to visit a certain family with whom we ate dinner, and he threw up, and etc. Well, he was happy to get away from us.
President Ballard gave us a furlough of ten days, but we decided to spend one Christmas with the Indians, so we gathered presents and purchased a tree and loaded it down to perfection and built a chimney for Santa to come down through. On our curtain between the audience and the stage, some of the young men drew Buffalo and Santa Claus and his team of six deer, then we finished it off with brown paint, which showed up real well on the white curtain. The pictures were elegant. The Buffalo recalled happy times for the Old hands, and Santa aroused the youngsters curiosities. I spoke to them on Christmas and its purpose for one hour. The Curtain was pulled and Santa drove around the house, sleigh bells ringing and previous to this messages from Santa came. Santa came down the chimney and everyone laughed right heartily. First they had seen in this style. Santa spoke real well, and asked us to sing songs. He gave presents, and then called Old men to tell stories and gave them presents. Jokes galore. Then we passed refreshments to the one hundred and thirty-five present. It was bitter cold, but everyone enjoyed themselves, and so did we. Christmas week we spent studying and visiting with the people.
The Indian people are the richest in the world. There are 333,110 Indians in this country, and they have an average of $3,000 each. The Osages are the richest tribe owning oil wells. The U.S. is spending lots of money on them. $20,000,000 last year in 1915. Many of them hold offices of trust, and one in Chicago is the fastest and most efficient man in the U.S. at automobile shop work. We are working with some 3,000 here and Arizona has 27,000 Indians, and perhaps the smartest of all in many lines. Each one of the people own some several thousand acres of rich land. Many of them farm as much as 400 acres. Their homes are artistically arranged,well-furnished and well-kept, domestic science meals and music, well-trained voices, pianists, bands, etc.
They are perhaps the most faithful of any people. They come to church rain or shine and carry moccasins under their arms through the mud barefooted, and then dress after arriving. They sing well, pray long, and preach fluently and eloquently. My heart rejoices when fast day comes. They can hardly wait their turn to preach, and never in all my life have I heard better testimonies. Some of them arise two and three times during one meeting and bear their testimonies. Sometimes tears flow down their cheeks for joy.
One time Elder Warner, a Washikie Indian, was preaching to them through an interpreter, and he felt that they could understand his language, so he just kept preaching and the interpreter sat down. When he had finished in one hour and ten minutes, he asked if they knew what he had said and everyone understood every word.
My Patriarchal Blessing says I shall fill a mission among the household of faith. I think this is being fulfilled, for they are the most faithful of all. We have administered to many, and they were healed. Melvin Davis a little fellow of four years was tossing and rolling under a frenzied fever and had cramps in his little stomach. He said, "Papa call the Elders and I will get well." When we had finished administering to him he said, "The pain has gone." In a few minutes he was singing his favorite song in his native tongue. When we left one hour later, he said, "I am well." He was playing with his little sister, "Come again Elders. The Lord can do anything. He welled me."
Elder Hall tells many such instances. He has been to their homes more. He said, "I have seen them arise and pick up their beds and walk, when, heretofore, they had not moved for months." I hope I never loose sight of these humble testimonies. They are a strength to me.
They are a happy and jovial people. We have known them to be stern, but when they are stern, it certainly is no compliment to their white company. They josh each other all day long telling little incidents in each others lives, and love to pull off jokes on their relatives, especially their brothers-in-law. Brothers Beat His Wife and Plenty Roads certainly enjoy telling stories on each other. The old people are as happy as the young.
SALVATION FOR THE DEAD
I noticed in the paper where one man in Utah had done work for 100 of his dead relatives.
The Indian always goes into deep mourning whenever anyone's relatives die. Sometimes they mourn several months. They love their children and hate to see them die. They cut out all society and give themselves totally over to mourning. Everything in their homes and indeed around the home are given to relatives, and the home is destitute of comfort, and quite frequently they abandon it all together. Sometimes when a relative dies, they would spend several years buying and making all kinds of furniture and fixtures (generally seven years), blankets, tepees, horses, etc. Then on the day of the dance "Ghost Feast," they give a big feast all day long and tell stories etc. In the afternoon the man and his wife begin giving their gatherings away. Probably begin on the stock, then the Buffalo hide tepees, of which they had erected several. They take it to pieces and give one man one piece and another another piece. Then comes blankets, food, untinsels, clothing, beadwork, etc. Lastly, when everything is gone, the man takes his war bonnet and gives it to some man, then his shirt. By this time his wife begins by giving her moccasins away then her dress. Then they both strip off stark naked and give everything away and here they stand as bare and poor in worldly possessions as the day they were born. They live with relatives several years and finally get a new start, by someone giving them something--a dog or a pony. All this is in honor of the dead.
They believe a dead man has four spirits. One stays at the grave, one goes to heaven, one stays among friends, and one roams.
A murderer has little or no place in their hearts, and that they may get revenge, they fill his mouth with tallow and put him in a hole or on the plain face down.
GOD, CHRIST, AND THE HOLY GHOST
They believe that the Great Spirit dwells on the sun, Christ directly overhead, and the Holy Ghost everywhere. They tell a long story of the flood. The Bear was the manager who had all kinds of animals. The boat floated a long time, and finally the Bear sent out the dove to see if he could find land. The dove went down and found earth. Then the Bear took earth and made this earth and made man. There was still some few ponds of H2O left. The buffalo, moose and deer stood in these lakes up to their knees, and hence, they have grease in the legs. Then they tell of big giant men who were nearly as tall as trees. They keep up a conflab for hours and never get through.
They used to take a green stick eight inches long and two inches in circumference and make a hole in a rotten log and roll the stick in the palms of the hands some four hours, get a smoke, and then use all fine bark or buffalo chips. Later they used the buckskin throng to roll the stick.
The feast of honor is dog. Saturday, April l, 1916, I came back from town. We had supper and then went upstairs to do some work. I noticed Mekensie had been painting up, but couldn't imagine the cause. I determined I would keep my eyes open instead of inquiring. She captured a fat puppy, tied a long rope to his neck and went to the shed. Here she hanged the dog and let him choke. Talk of kicking and squalling, the whelp sure did. By this time several more old timers came out and built a fire. They put the dog in the fire, whole, and burned all the hair off and then roasted him whole and ate him whole in honor of some visitors.
Sunday afternoon I was standing outside and this same old sister came out and sat down by the wood pile, put her hand up and began praying in a low tone, gradually swelling until she resembled a lion's roar, shaking her hand and just praying to beat the band. I had to laugh. Every little while she would say Wakontunga (God) and Wachogie (Church). I tried to figure out the cause of her prayer. Finally, I did when she said, Wakontunga Minea (H2O), Wachagie, gicknook Wachegew. God don't let that lightening rain storm hurt the Church nor the Mormon baptized whitemen, etc.
LEFT-HANDED BEAR FLY AROUND'S MEHUSIE (GRANDMOTHER) STORY
Mehusie was born here in Montana eighty years ago. When but a small papoose, she used to sleep with her younger brother. She would pinch the little fellow's ear and make him cry. (She is just as lively and full of little tricks now as she was then.) One day she was tending her brother, carrying him on her back while her mother was drying meat. She crossed a little brook and let her brother fall in the stream, and he nearly drowned. She just laughed and let him go. Finally, he crawled out, and she got a good whipping. She said she had eaten several Buffalo's herself.
They used to build stone mounds several miles long and each mound was two or three rods apart. These were in a V shape and several miles wide at the mouth. When the Buffalo came, they would run them into the V. A man was stationed behind each mound and he would rise up with his blanket and scare the Buffalo farther into the center. Crowding into the center from each side, they would pack in as their speed was lessened. When the Buffalo hit the end of the V, they jumped over a bank into a big strong corral. Sometimes they would get as many as 200 in the corral. The medicine man would be stationed in a swing made of Buffalo robes suspended from two large posts in the center of the corral. In his hand he would have a rattle made from the bag of a bull buffalo, inside of which, was a plum pit. He would rattle this and sing while swinging above the Buffalo which were routing around and round the corral. The medicine man would always foretell how many Buffalo were coming into the corral. They would now hold a meeting and talk to the Buffalo, telling them they had come in answer to prayer, and that they were thankful they had been so kind as to come into their corral and etc. They sang songs to the male and female Buffalo. Grandma tells of eating Buffalo bull's______ [testicles]- ha ha surely laughable. The buffalo were finally killed with arrows, and then the Indians would take the pipe of peace and put in the center of each dead buffalo's head making peace with them. Each man has so many buffalo allotted to him. Now begins the skinning and drying. They wasted nothing, not even the pouch or ponch.
Their mode of travel was Eskimo dogs which would draw great long flat-bottomed sleighs over the snow. The women used to haul wood with the dogs by means of a sort of pack saddle. It used to require eight dogs to carry one buffalo.
Some roots of the ground were used for food. The artichoke was their main staff of life, boiled and fried or roasted in coals.
She said, "We women used to try and keep the men from going into war, but they were bull headed. They would leave us squaws home with a few old men. We were always scared and tried to keep our children from crying, so the enemy could not find us. If all of our men came back, we would have a feast, if not we would mourn, cut off our hair and rip ourselves with knives. The first white man I ever saw came up the Missouri on a big boat to bring supplies such as bacon, coffee, and sugar. We threw the salty bacon in the bushes, turned the flour out on the ground and kept the coffee and sugar. Now today we ride thirty miles to get a little piece of bacon. The U.S. issues rations to the old people every two weeks. They used to find some white buffalo, or spotted white all over or brown.
The Lamanites are a great people to dream dreams and see visions, and I really have learned to dream to some extent myself. One man Brother Pipe dreamed ten years ago that he saw a man coming from the west, etc. bringing the true Gospel to these people. Six years later his dream was fulfilled and Brother Pipe walked up to President Ballard and said, Brother Ballard, I saw you in a dream six years ago, so you see I know the Mormon Church is true.
We have been busy teaching school and many have been our laughable features. The students say they were never so healthy as they have been this winter, and that they never progressed so fast. We have been holding well attended meetings. Our priesthood meetings, two each week, have been wonderful benefactors. Our teachings have gone among the people as they have never done before. Every man carries his Bible and when they meet on the public highways or elsewhere, if they be of the same faith, they tell of some big conversation which they were victorious in. If they profess different sects, they soon bring their Bibles into play to prove some point on Baptism. They quote Christ, Paul and Peter to perfection. Our members can down them all. They can quote scripture, reason and explain things very well. They make much to do over religion, always talking and discussing points of true worth. They are learning and teaching, becoming able ministers of Christ. Even the little ones ask intelligent questions. One little lad four years old said, "Papa, what is the meaning of Baptism?"
We have had a long and bitter winter. The thermometer has reached as low as 62 degrees below zero. Our coil froze up. The people would roust us out of bed all hours of the night to administer to their sick, and some of those jaunts were long and cold. The snow piled high and was sometimes driven day and night in the hurricane-like blizzards. Words cannot tell, and so I shall not try to describe it any further. Sixteen men and several women froze to death in one night (white). Others have been frozen, but recovered to some extent. Little different to 120 degrees above zero in Southern Arizona.
The Canoe Indian's language is the best of any language among the Montana tribes. Their words are much longer than ours. They average about three or four syllables to our one. For instance, "Wa-kan-tunka Che-him-coo," (Jesus Christ or Son of God.) They use the same vowels that we do, namely a, e, i, o, u. They have an alphabet. They have no slang words nor slang phrases in their language, and no swear words. They pound the vowels:
a, e, i, o, u = English
a, e, i, o, u
a, e, i, o, u = Indian
ca in English = co in Indian
ce in English = ca in Indian
ci in English = ce in Indian
co in English = co in Indian
cw in English = cw in Indian
cha in English = cho in Indian
che in English = cha in Indian
chi in English = chi in Indian
cho in English = cho in Indian
chw in English = chw in Indian
ka in English = ka in Indian
ke in English = ke in Indian
ki in English = ki in Indian
ko in English = ko in Indian
ku in English = ku in Indian
Wakan-tunka = God
Me-nea = Water
Wah = Snow
Ma-kazue = Rain
Ta-ta umla = Wind
Chunga-tinga = Horse
Chunga = Dog
Ga-goo shia = Pig
Pa-ta Wo-ne-wan = Cow
Umba-ho-tone = Chicken or crows early in the morning
Glik-nook wa che goo = Mormon
Owa-cha ge ya = Church
O-Wa-chee-be = Dance Hall
Tepee-wa ka = Holy House
Tepee or Teplee = Name
Nagh = Yes
Noke = Yes in Women's language
Noka = Yes in Women's language
Wache gu = Man white
Wei Wei = Women
Ne-yan = No
Women have a language of their own:
Duke-ta = Which One
Sa-do te ap = Understand
Wastie or Was-day = Good
We nitch = No Good
Nina was day = Very Good
Oes-nei = Cold
O cota = Hot
Oes nish = Not cold
Chaw = Nod
Me-cha na-pe; Na coo; me tunka pina = Brethern and Sisters
Pahasha sha = Elder Hall - Red Hair
Pa-ha-ze-ze = Elder Brimhall - Brown Hair
Dago = What
Na-ha-pa Waste = Good Night
Umpa waste = Good Morning
Ah-k-oo-chaw = Come Again
Tonka = Sister
APRIL 16, 1916
Sunday. After our meeting we drove over to the lake and held a baptismal service. Brother George Pointingiron was baptized by Elder Logan Brimhall and Good Girl Pointingiron was baptized by Elder Hall. The little two-year old girl, Nellie was blessed by Logan Brimhall.
This was a real pleasure and a joy. They being directly our own converts, very serious minded people, who have been seeking the truth, and they tell us we were sent here especially to convert them. We have several more real interested. They are good people and in earnest. When we arrived at the lake, Brother Pointingiron began stripping his clothes, happy as a little child, right there in the crowd. He pulled off to his underwear and came splashing and swirling out to me. After he was baptized, he went out on the banks "a new man," as he said. He began pulling wet clothes and just as he got the "brick clout," a whirlwind, blew his duds into the lake. During this time another event was transpiring. His wife was undressing and followed Elder Hall into the "cold" water. Elder Hall was having a serious time to keep the whirlwind from blowing her clothes away. We witnessed the ceremony and then George Pointingiron began wading and swimming for his clothes. He came back with his clothes safe and sound, but lo and behold, he had swam out of his "brick-clout." His wife began pulling wet duds, and as I didn't want the people to get into the show quite so free, I suggested stepping away a few paces. They tell some real good laughable stories in connection with their baptisms, and I nearly ruin my health laughing.
When Sister Long Fox was baptized, the Elder never pushed her dress under the water, but left it floating on top. When she came up, the bottom of her dress caught under her arms and she walked out on the bank in this style, spitting and snuffing water. Everyone was laughing and yelling, Pull your dress down. The poor Elder in the water became frightened and swam away, and the Elder on the bank nearly rolled into the Missouri with laughter.
Davis tells of Packer's preaching and what happened. One old man didn't like the idea of the Elders taking hold of him, when he was baptized, because someone had said the Elders always hold them under and sit on them, so he asked if the Elders wouldn't say the prayer, and then let him dive off the bank. They believe immersion is the only correct mode.
Elder Johanson was going to baptize an old man who couldn't speak English. They waded three or four hundred yards through a swamp to get near the main channel in deep water. He raised his hand and began, Dear Brother a-a-a, say what's your name? The man couldn't understand, so he walked back to hearing distance and yelled for information. The answer came back, Running Amongst the Timber. He waded back and raised his hand and said Brother Running Amongst the Timber - a-. Then it was that a war whoop pierced the air and he, Johanson, had to go into hearing distance once more. This time they said his name was Runs Through, and finally they put him through.
The next day the Elders crawled into a tepee to take a nap. They were called out to dinner. The youngest Elder came out bright and cheerful, but the older one still slept, so one of the women picked up a stick pole three feet long and large as my wrist and sneaked up to the tepee and came down with all her might on the side of the tent, at the same time yelling. She ran, and they waited a few minutes then decided they would pour water on him. On entering the tent, the other Elder found Packer laying full length on his back and crosswise in the tent pale as death. When he came to, he said all he could remember was that he had just arose and was stretching, when it seemed like the heavens caved in.
They do their courting by simply taking a blanket and going over to some young girls home and standing outside until the girl comes out. Then they grab them, and if everything is agreeable, they begin keeping house by themselves. When things go wrong, they get a new squaw. In this way they have had a good many wives, sometimes several at a time. There are several polygamists among these people. Hence, they become everybody's relative and everyone is his own relative. Some of them are their own grandfathers. Two young lads began naming over their grandparents. When I asked if any of them were living, they named sixteen grandmothers, and nine grandfathers, and then I told them that they could keep still.
One time the white people valued an Indian scalp as merely nothing. One young man, a trapper, met a young squaw and she told him if he would go out and secure an antelopes brains with which she could tan a deer hide in her possession, she would make him a suit. He went out on the prairie ten miles and couldn't see any antelope. Finally, he saw a young brave galloping towards him. He shot him, took his brains to the woman. Now Uncle Sam is doing much to preserve the Indian. There are something like 333,010 Indians in the country and increasing a little. There are 27,000 in Arizona.
Government expenses for Indians in 1906 were $12,746,859 and in 1915 $20,502,322.
Indians are the richest class of people in the world. In 1860 there were 254,000 redmen and in 1910 there were 304,950. They have approximately all told, land, cattle, etc. $900,000,000. The Osages are the richest due to oil wells they have. This would give them an average of $3,000 each. Each child that is born receives 360 acres of land when just a few days old.
THE SECOND LAMANITE CONFERENCE
APRIL 23, 1916
Early this morning Elder J. H. Hall and I went up to Oswego seven miles and met the train on which was President Ballard and Elders Marvin W. Jones and George Egbert. We had a jolly ride down to the Owachagie. During the drive I rode with President Ballard, and we talked over matters concerning the work here. I also learned that if all goes well, I am going to be transferred to the coast and finish my mission there, but I'm going to stay here awhile and assist Elder Jones, then travel westward. Elders Hall and Egbert are going further east. We met at 10:30 a.m. for meeting, at which I presided. We had a pretty good "choir" today. President Ballards voice helps we Lamanites considerably.
President Ballard spoke quite awhile on what he believed had been accomplished here this winter. During his remarks he said, "I believe more real good has been accomplished here this last winter than in all the previous time. Most of the people were hanging by a thread. They see the truth in our teachings, which have been put up to them in a new style and they also see the inconsistencies and fallacies in other religions."
We sang a quartet, "Oh Stop and Tell Me Redman." Elders Jones, Egbert, Hall, Davis, and Armstrong addressed the Saints.
Some of the people, John Long Fox, Circling Eagle, and Red tried to find some fault with "Davis" which resulted in an acknowledgement that it was merely jealousy, and John Long Fox was excommunicated from the Church for apostasy, nonchristian-like conduct and, an absolute and positive refusal to turn from his evil ways. I have found that sometime in the past Long Fox organized a bunch known as the "'O You Kid Band." Their purpose was to raise 'ell in general and ruin women, which they did, and some of them served terms in the penitentiary. John was Priest of the band. They resembled the "Gadianton Band." Real exciting time here. Then we had "Easter Dinner," and another meeting. President Ballard and I spoke. President Ballard dwelt on "Apostasy and its Effects," and said, "Long Fox shall see sorrow and misfortune."
I have certainly enjoyed President Ballard's visit.
Elders Hall and Egbert stopped here for a few days. We had a real time visiting and etc. We slept four in a bed. Haha.
MAY 7, 1916
The Saints bore some excellent testimonies today telling of dreams they had had in relation to joining the Church and baptism. Some saw men traveling by two's coming from the West and led them into the waters of baptism many years ago.
One man Beat His Wife told of a dream concerning work for the dead. He saw the inside of the S.L.C. Temple and saw many Indians being baptized for the dead, etc. Just last winter have they been taught this ordinance, and they fell in love with it in a hurry. News concerning this and eternity of the marriage covenant seems to just suit them perfectly. They understand more and one can talk much more intelligently to them than to white people in our cities. I love them more each day. They certainly are a lovable people, when one gets into their good graces and secret lives. They are very, very kind and lovable to each other, assisting each other in the minutest details, always happy, pleasant and agreeable (when they know one and can trust one). They think Elders are angels and I would rather die ten thousand deaths than to betray or cause them to loose confidence in God. Whatever the Lord does is all right, and they acknowledge God in everything. They pray long and often and "Seldom do men become greater than their secret prayers." So see what is coming to the Lamanites? Surely every promise that has been made is and shall be fulfilled in their behalf. And I certainly consider it an honor to be here where I can see and know just how these blessings are being fulfilled. I can see many wonderful changes in them. Of course, changes come on natural principles of basis, but one can see them and to know them is to love them, and to gain a much more sure testimony of the Gospel. You can have your finery, which the cities may afford and what man has made, but I will take my experience, knowledge, and testimony that I have gained through laboring with them. It is a testimony to never be forgotten. One that shall last. I know God has come for their redemption, and they count it a blessing.
I am going to write right here my true feelings, and when I am ninety-nine I shall read this and see what has become of these people. Within that time, they will have become a white people, so fair that we can hardly distinguish them. People will be proud to say I have some Indian blood in me. They will have leaders rise from among them, and shall take the places of many of our Great Educators. There was a time, a "muzzle loader" period with them, when we liked to ram our gun full of powder and blow their brains out, but now we are joining their brains and hearts with Education and Spiritual Food, and they will take kindly to it, and some day they are going to occupy an enviable place, because they are faithful. I would not have them above other tribes of Israel, no, but I will say they may take the places of some who may think to sit on the front bench.
DREAMS AND VISIONS
The three Nephites are here and busily engaged in helping us to teach these people the true Gospel of Jesus Christ. The Lord has showed many of them beautiful dreams and visions, and as to whether it is messengers from other worlds I know not, but I think it is the "Three Nephites." Many times this last winter, we have been asked to interpret dreams and explain visions a little further.
Sister Circling Eagle and her husband had been out of sorts with the actions of some of the Saints here and were nearly to apostatize (the same time of the Long Fox trouble). One day at "mid-day" Sister Circling Eagle entered her house, and she heard a voice calling to her. On looking up she could see through the roof of the house and saw a white-robed messenger, who said, "Sister Circling Eagle, the Mormon Church is true. They have many things others do not. They give you something that dwells within you if you live right. It makes you happy and free. Remember what you have been taught." This family have repented of their sins, and I never saw a happier lot of people nor any who had a sweeter spirit than they.
Recently Brother Beat His Wife saw in a dream the interior of the Salt Lake Temple and many of the proceedings therein. He saw plainly the baptismal font. These people dearly love the principal of "Salvation for the Dead."
JUNE 4, 1916
Two years ago this morning I landed in Butte from Salt Lake City. At 8:30 a.m. Brother Armstrong and I left the Church to attend a meeting and a feast at Oswego in the Pipe home. At 10:00 o'clock we began. I preached and Brother Armstrong interpreted two and one half hours to forty Lamanites inside. Then came the feast, which was in honor of dead children. They didn't get in to Decoration Day because of a frost. They gave away twelve nice quilts, etc., and had a good feast. There were eighty-seven people sitting in a big circle on the lawn outside. When they were finished eating, we were asked to speak to them again. We kept them interested for one and three-fourths hours teaching them some fundamental truths. Many of them have not heard Mormonism. The subject in this meeting outside was "The Book of Mormon is a Witness that Jesus is the Christ." Inside the subject had been "Baptism and Salvation for the Dead." Both connected into one.
We came home and found that Elder Jones, Davis and Pointingiron had held a meeting with fifty other people on our lawn. We administered to Louise Follet, fourteen years old. She was immediately healed and is up and walking around.
JUNE 5, 1916
We have been erecting a new dormitory for more students next winter. It's going to be a good building - 60 x 16 feet.
Through the help of the Lord, I was able to keep the school going and have laid the foundation to a mighty work. For from this Reservation men are going to be sent out to all parts of the United States. We are going to educate the Indians here in the Gospel of Christ, and they in turn will be called to other tribes. I feel that we have been pioneers to a mighty and glorious work to come. Many men are going to be called unto Christ through and by the efforts of these people.
I am proud, yes, happy and thankful to have been considered worthy of coming among these people to begin a new movement within a new movement. I would not exchange my experience for any man's or mens'. Money cannot buy the lessons I have learned. God bless and keep them.
I left the Reservation on June 19, 1916 at 8:15 p.m. after having bidden farewell to the good people. Many of them wiped tears from their eyes and so did I. I rode all night and arrived at Havre at 4:00 a.m.
On June 20th I left Havre at 10:30 a.m. and arrived at Devon at 2:15 p.m. I met Brother Beaves and took a fifteen mile auto ride out to his ranch north. His home is only thirty miles from the Canadian line. We have four families homesteading here all close together. Some little feelings among them, and I was sent to set them straight if possible. On my arrival I learned that Sister Curtis L. Hatch had given birth to an eight month old child. The little one was born dead and, of course, the father and mother were in great distress of mind and body. I administered to the lady and promised her speedy recovery and the blessings of more boys and girls in his stead. I found Brother Hatch was using tobacco. I had a long talk with him that brought tears to his eyes and mine. The next day he took me to the train and when I said goodby, he handed me his can of tobacco and said, "Elder Brimhall, take this, my hand, and my promise that I will never use tobacco again. I could see determination behind his words and accepted them gladly.
During my stay of three nights with them, we had enjoyable times and many good experiences were related. We sat up until 2:00 a.m. every night talking--one night at Brother Beaves, one at Brother Carters and one at Brother Hatches, who is a son of Jeremiah Hatch, brother to Lorenzo Hatch. I blessed the little boy Curtis Legrand.
I baptized one of Brother Beaves little boys and Mary Carter on the 22nd of June 1916 in a cold pond of rain water.
I had to make a trip up to Dunkirk to get my suitcase, and then on the way back by Havre 100 miles on account of washouts. I left Devon at 8:25 p.m. and arrived in Havre at 11:55 p.m. after a tedious journey. I went and had supper and then watched the young people dance a few hours, up to the post office, and then left Havre at 6:15 a.m. for Great Falls--no sleep all night. I traveled all Sunday morning and was tired and sleepy when I arrived at Great Falls at ll:00 a.m., and found my way up to the Davis home. They were holding Sunday School, and I arrived in time to partake of the Sacrament. We had an excellent lesson on Revelation. I talked to the people a little while. Brother Davis, who had just escaped with his life in a Railroad wreck bore a strong testimony. He being the engineer, saw his train was going to hit a line of dead freight cars, opened the sand box, put on the brakes and jumped. It was going thirty-five miles an hour. He lit on his head and hands and rolled 300 feet and came off bruised yet alive. One man was killed.
I stayed in Great Falls Sunday and Monday. We baptized two converts of Elder Cranes. The man had been laid up with rheumatism several months. Elder Crane carried the Gospel to them, and in a few months his faith was strong enough to say, "I will be baptized in the Missouri now that the Christians won't let us have their church. I am English and am not easily beaten." So we carried him down the banks of the muddy Missouri in a rainstorm and baptized him. He walked back up the banks by a little assistance. The next day his neighbors were surprised to see him jumping around his door yard and lawn a new man. The power of God heals when we have faith.
The next day we left for the Denton country, one hundred miles south. Elder Lewis was real nervous about getting off. Elder Crane went out to visit friends and didn't get home in time to pack his grips, so I packed them for him and left out some of the most essential trinkets, but not wantingly. When I had got nearly half way to the depot with my grips, I saw Elder Crane stepping up the street with his hat in hand at the rate of quite a ways every step. When I arrived at the depot, Elder Lewis was very nervous for fear we wouldn't get off. He was fretting and stewing. I looked at the traveling train board and saw that we had four hours. Our train was late. Well, Elder Lewis quieted down and we waited to see what kind of an expression Elder Crane would be wearing. In a minute we saw a big fog of dust coming across the street--an ambulance halted suddenly at the station door. In came a young man hands full of suit cases and bundles with an eager excited look on his countenance. The driver man following up holding his hand out for pay. Elder Crane said, "Train gone? Gosh!" When he saw us laughing in our corner, he said "Damn you Kids."
Well, we left Great Falls at 5:00 p.m., eight hours late. High water had played havoc with the track, and we did not arrive in Denton until 2:00 a.m. Brother Waggoner was there and took us to his home and gave us a meal, and then we tried to sleep, but the thunder and lightening kept us awake. We arose in the next few hours and went up to Shepherds and had breakfast. Converted two to be baptized. Tubbs, a convert and Sister Shepherd. We went up to Harrises and had dinner. We saw Laurie Wells and had a jolly good time with the Harris family. We went across the river and visited the Horrocks, King, and Morler families. Then back to Waggoners and did the baptizing in a flood. We held a meeting at Waggoners. I was relating some of my Indian stories. While talking, Elder Lewis got nervous for fear we wouldn't catch our train at nine. I had my suitcase open before me and some trinkets lying on the floor. Elder Lewis took my case, fastened it up, and set it out in the rain, and was in the act of doing the same thing to someone else, when I said, "Elder Crane will you please hold Elder Lewis until I get through speaking," and the people laughed so hard and long, I had to quit in order to reach the train in time. Then I left my Panama hat.
We arrived at Moore at 2:15 a.m. and went and aroused Sister Hawkins. She gave us a room, and we enjoyed a good rest. The next day we (I) baptized Irene Hawkins, my nineteenth soul since coming out in the field. We pressed our clothes, sang songs, played music, and had a good time.
JUNE 30, 1916
We left for Butte and arrived in Butte at 4:15 p.m. We met the Elders and found my room at Brother C. H. Petersons. We met the trains with other Elders and the Sister.
I might state that I narrowly escaped four wrecks and three wash outs.
JULY 1, 1916
Saturday. We assembled at 9:00 a.m. for instructions, and at 2:00 p.m. for Priesthood Meeting. at 7:30 the missionaries entertained. Some funny stunts were pulled off surely. They had me down for Indian experiences, and they laughed right heartily. Then Elder Hall, Egbert, and I sang "Rock of Ages" in Indian vernacular. Picnic and cream.
JULY 2, 1916
Sunday. Sunday School and meeting Elders and Sisters spoke and reported. Sunday evening President Ballard spoke very forcefully upon Revelation. At 10:30 p.m. we left Butte, by way of the Great Western R.R. for Livingston enroute to the Yellowstone National Park.
Monday. Left Livingston at 8:18 on the tourist car for Gardener. The same day at 12:00 noon we left Gardener, passed through the big gate and began seeing sights and wonders of the Yellowstone. The first day we had rain, which settled the dust very nicely. Enjoyed a good supper and bed.
JULY 4, 1916
Tuesday. We viewed many of natures scenes, saw whole mountains steaming, boiling, roaring, and shaking. We arrived at the Old Faithful geyser and encamped for the night. We saw Old Faithful play five times, and visited many of the wonders. We went swimming, and then viewed some of the novelty Hotels. People said we were the jolliest lot that had ever passed through the park. Elder Hall and I, by special request had to give more Indian demonstrations. Sister Ballard nearly died laughing.
JULY 5, 1916
Wednesday. We went back to the first camp, and then to the Grand Canyon of the Yellowstone. I had the jolly privilege of riding with the ladies. They are a jolly crowd. We arrived at the canyon, went down 490 steps to the top of the 308 foot falls. The canyon is much more richly painted than the Grand Canyon of the Colorado. We viewed Canyon from all points. We went back and ate supper and slept beside the roaring Yellowstone. Next day we came back to Gardener, having traveled 143 miles in the park. Here at Gardener we purchased cards that tell the story, but not nearly so well as nature does.
JULY 6, 1916
Thursday. Arrived in Livingston at 10:30 having spent four days in the park. Elder Lewis had lost his suit case. It has been stolen.
JULY 7, 1916
Friday. We left for our field of labor. We arrived in Butte at 9:48 a.m., pressed suits, and visited friends.
JULY 9, 1916
Sunday. We bade farewell to the Montana Conference. Elders Denham, Porter, Green and Stoddard were released to return home, and we began sailing west for Portland. We went through Deer Lodge, Missoula, and other cities of interest, then through the Pine Forest and Mountains, and across the Flathead Indian Reservation. We arrived in Spokane Sunday at 4:45 p.m. Monday we met the Elders at the Post office. I was standing in one corner and trying to study human nature. I never saw a real happy man nor woman for a long time. Finally, two young men came in and I knew they were Mormons. One of them showed me around the city. At night we held a street meeting, where I was the speaker. We had a good crowd. We also had a Cottage Meeting.
JULY 11, 1916
Tuesday. At 7:30 a.m. we left for Portland. Down beside the Columbia we rode. The river is real high and many of the people are out of their homes. Saw but little save the sand upon which the sun beat heavily, and our steel car was like a bake oven. This particular part of Washington is very hot. About one hundred miles up the River for Portland the scenery began getting better. Our car cooled off, and I enjoyed the trip more. We arrived in Vancouver, Washington. At 7:30 we crossed the Columbia and arrived at the North Bank R.Y. Station. At 7:45 we found my car and came up Hawthorne Avenge to 25th Street and found the missionaries attending class in the basement of our church. We have begun visiting the sick, helpless, and needy. Holding funerals for dead, and working in the office.
JULY 16, 1916
Sunday. I was called upon to speak in our meeting this evening. I took all of the time and dwelt upon the Indian question. Everyone was eager to learn about the Indians. My experience there is a source of many conversations, and it helps me to get conversations where I could not think of talking before. I have been preaching on the streets, which I enjoy very much.
JULY 19, 1916
Wednesday. Elder Booth and I went up to Castle Crest where we could get a good view of Portland. We had a long talk. I have seen so many wonderful things in these last few weeks that my mind is unsettled, trying to solve some of the problems. Man is indeed a finite being, and yet God's Master piece. We can reach a stage of perfection in this sense, "That our every act will be for our progression." To think that we are going to have in the Celestial Kingdom these wonderful and beautiful things. I have been viewing and studying, and it makes one have bigger and better thoughts. Portland is a beautiful city of roses, parks, lakes, rivers, and homes.
JULY 22, 1916
Saturday. We went out to one of the beautiful parks and celebrated in memory of July 24, 1847. At 1:30 we had a good sermon, then children's races. Then a ball game between the Elders and the locals. The score was 2 to 7 in favor of the locals, but I knocked a home run. The Elders ran off and left them in the relay. Then I was in the hundred yard race. We had supper with everybody--ice cream and etc., then more races and fun. Surely, some beautiful and nice young women were here.
JULY 23, 1916
Sunday. I walked into church and met N. H. Cornish and his wife Louise Larson Cornish. I didn't know Louise for a few minutes--Happy surprise indeed. We had dinner at the Mission House, then I visited the Cornish family. Louise and I had a real old time visit. They have two beautiful, healthy, goodnatured children. Cornish is a good man and has an excellent wife, which fact he appreciates.
JULY 24, 1916
Monday. Sold a Book of Mormon.
AUGUST 3, 1916
This evening after work was done, President Wayne C. Booth and I caught a car, rode over the Willamette to West Portland. We had supper in the Rosearian Cafeteria--swell place. Caught a crowded car and rode three miles East to the Oaks Park, which is a beautiful and attractive play ground--all that money can buy--ferris wheels, moonlight ride by boats, a little train, loop the loop (a sensational ride in the air out over the river), and electric lights of every shape and color. We took a thrilling ride out over the river in mid-air, sometimes sliding 60 feet straight down then 60 feet up again.
After this we purchased reserved seats in the big auditorium and took our places. At 8:30 p.m. the curtain raised and the Band of the World played with master Ferrillo at the head. The way he drew the music out of them, by his beats, nods, and gestures was wonderful. One piece was so beautiful, that it brought me to my feet. I cannot describe it--only remember. At 10:30 p.m. we left the park and took the boat, 10 cents, down the "Willamette River." In the beautiful moonlight we glided swiftly and silently along. Now and then some rower would sneak quietly out from his hiding place in the shadows of the forest near the banks, and with a few swift strokes landed his craft in the dancing waves left behind by our boat. Then hearty peals of laughter rent the still clear air--the laughter of youth. Youthful lovers, whose joy bubbled over as they tossed up and down in the waves.
Finally, we passed several large river dredges, a battleship and others. We went under the steel Hawthorne Bridge, a massive structure spanning 3/4 mile of water whose depth at present is about the average 60 feet. There are several bridges along here, and they all have to open when the big ships come. We landed safely and took a car for home. We arrived at 11:30 p.m..
We have been visiting some real aristocratic homes lately. I find that when we do get into one, it is pleasant to converse with them. We get them interested with first experiences, then scientific doctrine, then I tell them I have had charge of Indian affairs for sometime. Here we get next to their hearts and before leaving, we sell them a Book of Mormon.
Portland has a population of 240,000 now--once 260,601.
AUGUST 5, 1916
Saturday. Brother Toynn phoned this morning at 6:00 and asked if we would like to go for an auto drive 45 miles up the Columbia Highway. "Surely!" Brother Toynn, President Booth, Sister Toynn, Sister Richardson, and I were in one car. Brother Toynn's brother and family, who were visiting from Utah in another. The sun shone brightly, and the air was scented with rose perfume. The road was paved all the way, so we could glide along at 35 miles a hour--like fun. We finally left the suburbs of Portland, and began passing farms, fields, and dells with luxuriant growth everywhere. We came to Crown Point--the highest point on the road--it being a great high bank of rock overhanging the Columbia River. This prominent point gave us a beautiful view of the great Columbia River. Just below us was Rooster Rock, a pinnacle emerging from the river, the river on each side being lined with thick growth of pine, spruce, cottonwood, and etc., among which were many tangled vines intermixed with beautiful roses. The placid waters here and there decked with a steamer or canoe. On up through one of the tunnels, we passed the number of Falls. Then up through a canyon, beautiful and grand, to a little Fall of 200 feet.
Up to the Multanona Falls, 700 feet high, named after the great chief of the Willamettes. We donned our overcoats and went under the falls. We visited falls known as the Shepherd's Home. We went through a fish hatchery, ate dinner, and saw many other beautiful things, then returned. The air sweeping down from the mountain pine forest, and rosy glen was very invigorating. We had supper at the Toynns, then to meeting.
At 6:30 Dr. Thomas and daughter came along and took President Booth and I to show scenes from the Aztec Indians. It was very beautiful. Elders Rich and Buchannan came in from the country. President Ballard is on the Indian Reservation.
AUGUST 10, 1916
President Booth and I visited a family of Hawaiians, members of our Church by the name of Cool-o-leo. We had supper, and saw them eat "Poi." There being several others there, all practicing the stunts they are going to pull off on the stage for the next two years. It afforded us a very good chance of seeing and hearing much we had not known before. They have the most beautiful voices I have ever heard. One young man played the guitar with a steel bar. It was beautiful and wonderful. They are a very hardy people--great husky fellows. They told us some of their history. They used to chant like the Indians until the last century, when one of their kings visited a white settlement and went home and began teaching his people. The islands were discovered by Captain Cooke. Elder Lowe received his release today. He is as happy as a young child.
Elder Buchannan after five months of missionary experience was released to go home to his wife to be and expectant mother.
AUGUST 13, 1916
While at Mother Thomas' with her family and five lady missionaries, Elder Nutall slapped Elder Rich on the head. Sister Gordon quoted, "When smitten on one side, turn the other." Elder Rich said, "But this was on top." While in the Cafeteria between street meetings Saturday night, Elders Rich, Oldroyd, Nutall and Brimhall began telling jokes on each other and ourselves.
One Elder eating at an aristocratic home kept working his plate towards him, and was nearly to turn it over when the lady of the house called his attention to the fact.
Elder Rich one time had his tray loaded down, and when he picked it up, it turned upside down and the whole thing smattered the pastries. He went and started over.
Elder Rich and his companion went to the Rosarian Cafe, the swellest in Portland. They had thirty cents, so they made up between them what they each should get. One got five cents too much, so one had to sit in the cafe, until the other went and got five cents. On returning he found the other reading the New Testament, and everyone of the waiters smiling.
Oldroyd and Smith went into the same place and had thirty-five cents and pulled the same stunt, only they had to get to a meeting in thirty minutes, so Oldroyd took his pie back and got his carfare back.
I told two on Elder Keller. The nickel I gave him to pay the Presbyterian Preacher, and the newspaper he tried to buy coming into Butte from the country and had no money.
Elder Rich told a bad one on himself about his trousers and suspenders and pills. Elder Rich and Elder Buchannan were in the country and grew very hungry. They saw two fellows eating dinner. When they left there was half a loaf of good bread. Rich ate the whole thing while Buchannan blushed.
The Missionaries, the Elders and the Ladies, sent their garments to Sister Palmers to have them washed. Elders Rich and Gardener went after theirs and asked if they were dry. Sister Palmer said for them to come out and see. When they went out, all the garments were hanging on a line. Elder Rich said to Sister Palmer, "These are Sister Cazier's garments, ain't they?" Elder Gardener busted out laughing, and so did Sister Palmer. Sister Cazier was quite a deal larger than any of the other girls.
A letter came to Elder Rich. It was registered. It had to be re-registered, so Elder Gardener took it out and addressed another envelope sending the presents on to Oregon City. In a few days here came a big long letter from Elder Rich to Elder Gardener thanking him for all his presents. Elder Gardener felt very silly, and yet had a big laugh on Elder Rich.
Elder Rich was trying to reach a high note in singing and couldn't. Sister Green said, "You must eat two pounds of cheese, and then your voice will go higher." Elder Rich got the cheese the next day.
We visited the Garr home, a ranch out in the pines, across the Columbia and through Vancouver--beautiful country. Elder Gardener and I drank one gallon of buttermilk. Elder Rich ate sixteen cucumbers--we had chicken dinner.
A young couple wishing to be married by President Ballard, license being issued in Washington, had to go across the Columbia by boat in a hurry, so he stood them up in his car behind a freight car and married them in one minute.
While on our trip to Yellowstone Park, we took sleepers from Butte. The next morning, Sister Cazier reached for her shoe and caught someones hand, at the same time saying, "Whose hand am I holding?" "Porter's." Well, she held his hand and wouldn't let go, thinking it was Elder Porter, but it was the Negro Porter's.
AUGUST 16, 1916
We had dinner at the Cafeteria, and then we went through the Battleship Marble Head, which has anchored here in the Willamette. We examined the guns, machinery, etc. and etc. It is a wonderful thing. We spent the evening at Henniger's home and had a real time. We are surely a jolly crowd.
There was a party at the Peterson's home. It was the 18th birthday of Elsie Peterson. We played the medicine game--sally water, and then played charades. Our side chose the word hay, and they were to act out a similar word until they found it. They took "lay" and sent the Elders in to lie down. Elder Rich was the leader. Elder Gardener nearly killed himself laughing. He got up and began looking for eggs. Elder Rich didn't catch the joke.
We played another game and gave Elder Rich the name of "chicken," and another Elder the name "cow," "cat," etc. Well, each one was to act out their part when called on. Elder Rich when called, jumped up quick, strutted out and stretched his neck, and crowed, turned to take his seat, and saw a big egg in his chair--Oh, my.
Then we played the game of Abraham, Isaac and Jacob, and as judges of Israel sat in judgment upon a culprit, the offender had the chance of saying a few words. He asked each judge if he was Abraham, Isaac, or Jacob, and then said, I am neither Abraham, Isaac or Jacob, but Tish the son of none, sent out in search of my father's three asses and lo and behold I have found them.
Another game, name one man mule in a crowd and another rooster. Everyone stands up to act their part and only two yell.
Elder Rich, Oldroyd, and I were singing a trio. Elder Rich had taken his trousers off to press them and was in his underclothes. All three standing in a row singing at the tops of our voices. Elder VanNog slipped his machine out and took our picture.
AUGUST 21, 1916
Sisters Blood, Smith, Preston and Cardon came up to breakfast. We had a real time. We saw and examined the Hawthorne Bridge, which spans the Willamette River. In the center of the bridge, they have to raise one span to let ships pass, so they have great steel towers running two hundred and twenty feet above sixty feet of water. On top of the towers are four large cast iron wheels for rolling wire cable. Then there are hands suspended from these wheels. On each side of the span are great cement blocks 450 tons each, making 900 tons of cement. It is operated by electricity to raise 900 tons of steel and cement. It cost $500,000 (others cost $1,000,000). We went up the steps to the top, where we could get a very good view of the city.
We visited the "Apostolic Faith" meeting. They sang, then everyone got on their knees, 250 of them, and each man prayed his own way, some screeching at the top of their voices, moaning, crying, yelling and such horrible faces, I have never seen before--pain, agony and hell. When finished they had a testimony meeting. Some bore testimonies and all they said: I am saved, bless God. I had smallpox. I was healed, thank God. Praise his name. I have salvation, bless God. I was a sinner and stole tobacco. Bless God I am saved. I was a fast woman one time. I did all kinds of sin. Bless God, praise his name. I am saved., etc. When done with this, they came to me and said, "Have you got salvation, son?" Yes. "Where did you get it?" Before I came here. "Do you sin?" No man in the flesh is perfect exactly. "Come up here and get salvation and peace." Where shall I get salvation? God said salvation comes by living the Gospel of Christ. It comes not from man's conglomerated, inconsistent, confessing, and disgusting plans and performances. No, thank you. I haven't any money, so my soul will have to still live on in the blessed light it now has.
We attended the Free Methodist or Yelping meeting. They prayed, and every little while someone would break out and say, Blessed God, here comes Jesus. Here he comes, Hallelujah! There he goes, Now here he is, come and see Jesus. During our meeting one of the Ministers went out, climbed a tree, and said in a loud voice, "Come unto me, ye children." Everyone left the tent and ran in every direction, full of fear--praying for Christ to come, then run when he did come.
While tracting we met some Hindu, Philosophers, Buddhists, and Atheists. They were pretty good, but the gospel of Christ strikes a happy medium. It is neither unreasonable nor unthinkable, but strikes the pit of everything. They believed in indestructibility and Evolution of matter, but go to the excess with their ideas--believe in the evolution of man, reincarnation, etc.
The humid atmosphere of the city has been most too severe for me the last few days. During one sweltering day, we six Elders took the train for Columbia Beach and had a swim in the refreshing waters of the Great Columbia River. There were some two hundred people there, men, women, and children all dressed in bathing suits, some of which were ex-ray. We had a real time. Elder Rich and I came home early and visited a family in south Oregon--they were Germans.
AUGUST 25, 1916
Friday. This evening President Booth and I took a plunge in the Y.M.C.A.
AUGUST 26, 1916
Saturday. President Ballard called me into the office and had me make up a list of books and studies for our school on the Indian Reservation, which I delighted in doing. Then he turned and said, "Elder Brimhall, your time has come. You have filled an honorable and profitable mission work. It has been satisfactory and commendable. You're in a good condition now to return to your home with the blessing of God and the prayers of those you leave."
We held a street meeting, but before this we held class, at which time I gave a lecture on "Faith." The subject being too broad, I proceeded to show first how broad it was, and then I gave them some propositions on which they could talk for an hour each--ten of them, and thus, their talks would be coherent, have unity, and would be interesting. This week we have been visiting the Saints and friends and points of interest. Elder Shulet of Driggs, Idaho was returning from the African Mission. He stopped and told us some of his experiences. Coming home he visited Japan and China. He said that the Elders don't tract in Japan during the summer months, because the women come to the door without a dud on, etc.--very immoral. In Africa they make floors of dung (the farmers).
AUGUST 31, 1916
Thursday. President Ballard, his wife, Sister Beeber, Lucile Ballard, and two lady missionaries, Cardon and Smith, and I went auto riding over the city, viewing some of the beautiful homes. Then we went up the Willamette the to the Park Cemetery, which is wondrously beautiful. This city of the dead is more pleasant to the eye than the prettiest of pretty spots in Arizona. I could lie peacefully down there overlooking the Willamette and the city of Portland, and without exerting myself, could see Mt. Hood, and Mt. St. Helena. I say, I could lie there and rest peacefully. Dinner at the mission home this evening.
President Booth and I made a trip out to Westergards yesterday, and they gave us a chicken supper. Mary sang some funny songs, and we had a real time.
SEPTEMBER 1, 1916
Friday. President Booth and I went out to Columbia Beach and had a glorious swim. President Ballard and his wife, Sister Beebee, Louise, and I went auto riding. At 8:00 p.m. we all gathered at the mission home to enjoy ourselves at "My Farewell" given by the President and his family. During the course of his remarks, he made this statement that is recorded in one of my patriarchical blessings, "You have filled a great and noble mission, and you are honorably released, and go home with the approval of thy brethren and the blessings of the Lord."
SEPTEMBER 2, 1916
Saturday. A crowd of missionaries went to the depot to see me off. We surely had a jolly good time. As the train pulled out, a few tears rolled down our cheeks. We rode down the Columbia and at 2:00 p.m. I boarded the Northern Pacific Ship, one of the Twin Palaces of the Pacific. I had never sailed before except in river boats. I followed the crowd and found my berth, which was a grand little home in and of itself. I went up on the deck, and I couldn't find a soul that I had ever seen before. But I wasn't long at making some friends. The boat sailed away from the "Flaval Wharf" and down the Columbia. After we had sailed for three hours, we came to where we could see out into the Pacific Ocean. The boat began rocking up and down, and then later to and fro, as she silently and smoothly rode the breakers of the sea. We sailed out through the salmon waters and out into the great waters of the sea, leaving the coast some thirty miles. I enjoyed the music, lunches, dinners, and dancing. The boat cost $3,000,000 and everything was first class--swell as money can make it, and I sailed as a first class passenger, so I had access to everything on the boat. I made many good friends. After some 28 hours of sailing 30 miles per hour, we sailed through the Golden Gate into San Fransico Bay.
Sunday night I located the Elders and went sight seeing the next day. I bought a passageway in one of the big sightseeing autos. I saw San Fransico quite thoroughly. Later, I boarded the Southern Pacific Train and rode down the Pacific Coast several hundred miles into Los Angeles, California, where I visited some of my school and childhood chums, Mr. and Mrs. George Hatch--Doras Palmer Hatch. I visited around a few days, and then I took the train for Arizona, traveling across the California desert.
The sun shone down so warm, that I could hardly content myself. Everything was dry and burning. I felt discouraged knowing that was California, and I was going to the dry state of Arizona. But when I came into my native state and saw green grass and herds of sheep and cattle, my spirits came back again, and I knew Arizona to be one of the best of States. I stopped in Ash Fork and changed cars. Lee Newman boarded the train, and I rode to Flagstaff in his company. Then a Bushman got on in Flagstaff and several more that I knew at Winslow. Some of them didn't know me, but it seemed that I knew nearly every one I saw. I arrived in Holbrook. It was raining and mud knee high. I used to think Holbrook was a wonderful place. I could see the trains, and I never used to care about leaving, but this time I couldn't wait to get away.
I went up with the mail. We got stuck, and I had to climb out in the mud. My fare cost me zero. I arrived in Snowflake at 11:00 p.m. Father, Auntie, and Silas Decker were there. We went up to Aunt Em's and had dinner, and then we went home by way of Four Mile. Rulon and Elias had grown so much, that I hardly knew them. They are certainly a pair of fine lads.
I enjoyed a grand visit with the dear Saints at home and in the adjoining towns--had birthday dinners, and etc. for six weeks, and then farming, etc.
Miss Mary Hatch and I left Taylor for Provo, Brigham Young University and for the purpose of being married in the Salt Lake Temple NOVEMBER 1, 1916.
Entered the B.Y.U. Busily engaged and on my way in search of an A.B.
In the early spring of 1917 we left Provo to work on a farm during the summer in Ashley Valley. We lived in the center of an 800 acre farm. I began irrigating the 1st of May, and kept busy until August. I pitched hay, etc. Two of us pitched on four wagons--85 tons in one day. I learned many new ideas about farming.
SEPTEMBER 17, 1917
I took up with a position of school teaching in Central School at Vernal, the largest and best school of Uintah county. I am doing pretty well, money isn't much, but I work on Saturday it helps some.
Filed on 320 acres of land under a big canal and bought $24.00 worth of water right. Intending to go to B.Y.U. 1918-19.
MAY 7, 1921
It being a stormy day for working on the farm out of doors, I am going to write a few incidents of last few years.
I left off writing here in 1917. The summer following school work in Vernal, I jobbed about town and made good money finishing the paying of my bills. Frank Watkins, the boys, and I dug, chopped, and pulled stumps out of the school ground and started a lawn. We found much discouragement spoken by citizens, but now 'tis a beautiful lawn and enriches the appearance of the grounds.
In the fall of 1919, I accepted the principalship of Taylor Public School at $145.00 per month, and we journeyed thither arriving September 2, 1919.
We enjoyed in family and relatives, two brothers George, and Rulon, and I became interested in post hauling, hunting, etc. and had a most delightful time. Sister Dicie was teaching in S.S.A. [Snowflake Stake Academy].
Flu broke out and stopped our schools. I went to visit my parents at Mesa, Arizona. Father, Elias and Auntie were just getting over the flu. We had Thanksgiving at my sister's, Mary B. Palmer. Mocella went to bed with the flu that night, and in less than ten days she was buried at Taylor, Arizona.
I decided to enter cotton growing with father, so I went back to Taylor and made arrangements about school and left again for Mesa December 18th in company of father. May's sister Alice was an early victim of the flu. May stayed in Taylor until after Christmas to visit her relatives.
I began learning about producing cotton in Southern Arizona in December of 1919--studied picking, ginning, etc. Planted wheat in January of 1920 and kept up plowing until April 1st of 1920, when we began planting cotton. Andrew (my brother) and family came to join us in March. He and I ran the farm together until August, when we left a splendid climate--but oh, so hot as to be almost suffocating.
Came to Taylor in August, 1920. I left my family and went to work as a carpenter at Ft. Apache with my brothers George and Rulon, Lorin and Calvert Shumway, and Ruel Smith. Stayed until last of September, 1920, then came to Taylor, gathered up my family and started by Ford for Vernal, Utah. We had a pleasant trip and took one of my brothers, Rulon, up to school at B.Y.U. at Provo. We arrived in Vernal in early October after 7 days travel. Purchased the Brimhall ranch for $20,000. We moved in and spent the winter pleasantly.
JANUARY 3, 1920
Von Lorenzo came to us.
JANUARY 20, 1920
I Was working in the blacksmith shop, and a piece of steel hit me in the left eye, breaking it wide open, 2/3 the way around it. Then I did have trouble and pain. We had a terrible, cold, hard winter. Feed was scarce and human food nil. Produced a good crop during the summer months, and I began teaching school in Davis County Utah in September 1920.
We spent a pleasant winter studying and teaching and quarreling for farm interests. Planted a good crop of grain this spring. I am going to let my place go to seed, so am helping F. H. Roberts on his 500 acre farm for a few months.
At present we are all well and happy. Bishop Edwin Collier and I have completed a ward visit in relation to the priesthood work, calling on men to begin and do something more than they are doing in teaching the doctrine of Christ, and called many to repentance and repented of much ourselves. I had a most wonderful time. God's spirit was poured out upon the homes of all we visited save two. And with those exceptions, we saw, heard, and learned much, and left our blessing.
I have just finished reading the Book of Mormon again, and the Doctrine and Covenants, and I am happy to say I understand it better. I read, it seems to me, with an almost perfect understanding this time. I read in the spirit it was written, and had glimpses into the Father's dominion. I never enjoyed it so much before. That spirit fills me with the knowledge of its truthfulness, so buoyant, so satisfying, so clean, pure and sweet, and a force that drives one onward. The most wonderful literature we have, the simplest, purest and truest, 'tis God's truth to man. Oh, that we could remember to be a Nephi, to have the love of and the ability to repent each day and all day in our hearts, to be continually at our best. And I find that the reading, and studying, and keeping of the commandments of God keeps one there, and nothing can compare to the Book of Mormon in doing this. It has gone forth to all save three nations, Russia, Egypt, and parts of Africa. The Jews are going home after the way has been prepared by the Gentiles. The times of the gentiles are fulfilled almost completely. They have accomplished most of their work in preparing a Nation of Freedom, scattering the Lamanites and nursing them, and building ways and means whereby the children of Israel are gathering to the places designated by God. The time of the full redemption of the Lamanites is now at hand, and much is to be accomplished within the few short years left us before the coming of Christ. The prophecies are almost fulfilled, and there is much to be done yet--wonderful things. We hope to play some part. Our intentions are to go to school, the coming winter. We expect to do missionary work for the most part of our remaining years. We filed this summer on some asphaltion land, and expect (if the Lord is willing to grant it) some financial aid from that quarter. We have decided to treat each dollar as belonging to the Lord if 'tis granted.
During the spring months of February and March of 1921, after studying the life of Benjamin Franklin, I decided to take better care of the little minutes. So, each day when I found myself doing nothing in particular, I would read. Thus, I read several books that I wouldn't have otherwise. I was teaching school and putting in grain, and the Newton brothers came and asked me to feed 150 head of cattle on my ranch once each day. I was crowded for time I thought, but remembering my "time" program, I consented. Before breakfast I would load the hay, attend to school duties, and read at night, haul out hay to the cattle then drag land, drill 35 acres, mark, and etc., until I couldn't see any longer. Then I'd do chores and study, and on this wise I read 50 books during February and March and was the first one in the valley to have my farming done. Our closest neighbor has 50 acres of land, and he kept his 2 boys and 1 girl out of school all of March to help him seed 40 acres of grain and feed 150 head of sheep. He never as much as read a newspaper. I am not stating this to praise myself, but to show what one may do by organizing his work so as to take care of the little seconds.
I have been working for F. H. Roberts since May 28th, a little more than two weeks. And each day after dinner and breakfast I spent a few minutes reading Memories of John R. Young, Utah Pioneer 1847, and completed it today, May 14,1921. The spirit that permeates his work is splendid. It fastens itself onto one and impels them to banish evil thoughts, and enriches one's thoughts with a desire to do things worthwhile and better. His experiences are thrilling and his attitude is meek and humble. He has accomplished much during his life and bears a strong testimony of God's work. I would recommend his book to the reading of all.
Sometime I shall put in my diary a list of books I have studied.
MAY 14, 1921
F. H. Roberts, his mother, and I argued on the best way to proceed in dealing with those who think they are righteous. F. H. believes in "policy." The policy of smoothing over things and dobbing up with much varnish. I believe in being blunt, speak the truth, and then follow with all the kindness one can command. I also had an argument at dinner on politics, Republican and Democratic . F. H. is much better learned in that line than I, so I learned much. I also learned that his sister Daphney was in Denver, Colorado when father was on a mission there. She thinks he is a splendid man, and said they all cried at parting with him. She helped buy the Book of Mormon, Doctrine and Covenants combined that they presented him with, which he gave to his first son missionary "me." I prize it highly and know it to be true.
Son of N. A. Brimhall and Mary Agnes Willis B.
Born OCTOBER 12, 1892 in Mesa, Arizona.
Blessed by M. E. Willis JUNE 1, 1893
Baptized by Thos. Hancock OCTOBER 12, 1900
Confirmed by Z. B. Decker NOVEMBER 4, 1900
Ordained a Deacon by R. J. Perkins, Sr. APRIL 3, 1905
Ordained a Teacher by L. M. Shumway DECEMBER 29, 1909
Ordained a Priest by N. A. Brimhall AUGUST 13, 1911
Ordained an Elder by N. A. Brimhall May 17, 1914
Ordained a High Priest by O. F. Whitney APRIL 21, 1925
Set apart as Bishop of Taylor Ward by O. F. Whitney APRIL 21, 1925
Patriarchal Blessing by Noah Brimhall APRIL 13, 1913
Patriarchal Blessing by Hyrum Smith MAY 10, 1914
Patriarchal Blessing by John Eyre DECEMBER 29, 1914
Left home on Mission to the North Western States MAY 25, 1914
Set apart for Mission by Chas. Hart in annex of the Salt Lake Temple JUNE 3, 1914
Landed in Butte at 7:30 a.m. JUNE 4, 1914
Called to Lamanite Mission SEPTEMBER 17, 1915
Arrived home SEPTEMBER 2, 1916
Left home OCTOBER 25,1916
Married to Mary Hatch in Salt Lake City NOVEMBER 1, 1916
Into B.Y.U. NOVEMBER 4, 1916
Was graduated MAY 25, 1924
Began teaching U.H.S. Snowflake SEPTEMBER 6, 1924
(had taught 3 years in Utah previously)
Made Bishop of Taylor Ward APRIL 21, 1925
Made member of Stake High Council 1937
Made Bishop of Taylor Ward 2nd time JUNE 1943
Made member of High Council 1946
Maricopa Stake High Council by D.L. Stapley (apostle) DECEMBER 10, 1950
atriarchal Blessing given by Noah Brimhall upon the head of Logan Brimhall Son of Norman Andrew Brimhall and Mary Agnes Willis Brimhall, April 13, 1913 at Mesa, Arizona.
Brother Logan Brimhall I lay my hands upon your head, to give unto you a partriarchal blessing. I bless you with long life, and give unto you the gift of the purity of thought, that your mind may be led in the paths of truth and righteousness. I bless you with power to banish from your mind every unholy thought, that you may be led by the influence and power of the Holy Ghost.
You shall have the privilege of going forth and preaching the gospel to the household of faith, and be led to fill your calling here upon the earth; and become a father, and have a companion that the Lord will choose, and rear up a posterity in the true church. Your posterity shall look upon you as a father in Israel, and call you blessed. You are a descendant of Joseph that was sold into Egypt; and heir to all the blessings of the New and Everlasting Covenant.
I bless you with the spirit of Revelation and Prophesy, that you may have power to discern the spirit of man, and through faith you shall have the gift of healing, and power over the elements, that the elements shall be subject to your influence. You shall have great satisfaction in exercising your labors in the Priesthood; and accomplish a great and glorious work, and come forth in the morning of the resurrection, crowned with immortality and eternal life, and have part in the Redeemer's Kingdom.
I seal upon you this blessing, by the Authority of the Holy Priesthood invested in me, in the name of Jesus Christ. Amen.
Ralph Brimhall, Scribe.
A Partriarchal blessing given by Hyrum Smith upon the head of Logan Brimhall, Son of Norman Andrew Brimhall and Mary Agnes Willis Brimhall, at Snowflake, Arizona, MAY 10, 1914
Dear Brother Brimhall, in the Authority of the Partrichal Priesthood, I place my hands upon thy head and bless thee. Thou art one of those chosen spirits, which the Lord reserved to send upon the earth in this the dispensation of the fullness of times. Thou art already giving promise of thy usefulness, as an earnest worker in the Church and Kingdom of the Lord, and the Lord is pleased with thy faithfulness, which thou hast already shown.
His spirit will rest upon thee in power, to be a guide to thy footsteps, and to be a protection unto thee through all the walks of life. Thou wilt be called to occupy many positions of honor and trust in the church, and thou wilt be made equal to every responsibility. Thou art blessed with an abiding faith in the Lord, which will be anchor to thy soul in times of trial and tribulation.
Thou wilt be greatly blessed in thy labors as a messenger of peace to the nations of the earth. Thou shalt go in peace and return in safety; having fulfilled a great and noble mission, with the approval of thy brethren and the blessings of the Lord, because of thy faithfulness and efficient labors.
Thou wilt be enabled to perform an important part at home in promoting both the temporal and spiritual affairs of the church and in preparing the people for the coming of the Son of Man upon the earth.
Thou art descended from that great man Joseph, through the lines of Ephriam; and like him thou wilt exhibit fortitude in time of temptation, as well as wisdom and foresight in all the activities of life. Thou wilt have thy father's name in honor upon the earth and will occupy an enviable position in his household. Thou wilt in turn be blessed with faithful sons and daughters, who will be reliant workers in the Church of Christ.
Thy name will be held in loving remembrance unto the latest generation. Thy good deeds will live after thee, and will influence mens' lives towards righteousness. Thy name is written in the great Book of Life, from which it will never be efaced. Thou wilt rise in the morning of the Great Resurrection, and stand at the head of a faithful generation. Thou wilt receive the crown of the righteous and the approbation of our Heavenly Father.
I seal upon thee the blessings of Eternal Life. I seal upon thee the blessings of Thrones, Dominions and Powers. I do this in the authority of the Holy Priesthood, and in the name of the Lord Jesus Christ. Amen.
June B. Smith, Scribe.
A partriarchal blessing given by John Eyre, upon the head of Logan Brimhall, son of Norman Andrew Brimhall and Mary Agnes Willis Brimhall at Cowley, Wyoming, DECEMBER 29, 1914
Dear Brother Logan Brimhall, by the authority given unto me and according to my calling in the Holy Melchizedek Priesthood, I place my hands upon your head and give unto you a partriarchal blessing. You are one of Zion's noble sons, born of goodly parents and under the New and Everlasting Covenant. Our Heavenly Father has been very mindful over you, and has held your spirit in reserve in the spirit world until the new and everlasting gospel has been restored to the earth, and you have taken upon yourself a body through the blessings of God, Our Eternal Father, and He has blessed you with his Holy Spirit, and has called you to be a messenger of life and salvation unto the children of men.
Therefore dear brother, you must of necessity seek unto the Lord and put your trust in Him and study the scriptures, both ancient and modern, and by so doing you will become an able minister of the Gospel of our Lord and Savior Jesus Christ.
The Lord will abundantly bless you with his Holy Spirit, so that the words that you speak unto the different peoples that you may be called upon to address from time to time, will be quick and powerful and strike conviction to the hearts of those who hear you.
The Lord will bless you with the gift of faith and the power of healing the sick. That power shall be given unto you of Father in Heaven, and you will say unto the sick, be thou made whole and while those to whom you shall administer, shall receive the blessing, you shall be willing to give the honor, praise, and glory unto God your Eternal Father, taking no honor unto yourself.
You are a descendant of Abraham, Isaac, and Jacob, and you are of the blood of Ephriam, for the blood of Ephriam courses through your veins. Therefore, dear brother you are a lawful heir and are entitled to all the callings and blessings given to that noble family.
The Lord will bless you while you are engaged in his services, and you will be enabled to accomplish much good in bringing souls into the Kingdom of God. You will fill a faithful and honorable Mission, for your feet are shod with the preparation of the Gospel, and you will carry with you the helmet of salvation, and the sword of the Holy spirit; and you will be resourceful in the principles of the Gospel, so that you will never be barren nor unfruitful along those lines.
I seal you up dear brother, to come forth in the Morning of the First Resurrection in connection with those who the Lord has or will give unto you. And you will be a father in Israel, and your posterity will become numerous, and they will be noted amongst the honorable men and women of the land, and you will numbered with the honorable men and just spirits made perfect, and be numbered with the general assembly of the Church of the First Born. Therefore, dear brother, be faithful, firm, and immovable and true to your calling in the Priesthood. Yield to no temptation, and these promises and blessings shall be unto you.
I seal them up unto you in the name of Jesus Christ. Amen.
Harriet Eyre, Scribe.
MARY HATCH BRIMHALL
Daughter of Ezra T. Hatch and Maria Standifird Hatch
Born AUGUST 13, 1893, Taylor Arizona
Baptized AUGUST 13, 1901 by
Married NOVEMBER 1, 1916 by Alvin F. Smith
The Salt Lake Temple, Salt Lake City
Graduated from District School APRIL 1910
Graduated from Snowflake Academy APRIL 1914
KIRK L. BRIMHALL
Born JANUARY 25th, 10:20 a.m. 1918 Vernal, Utah
Blessed MARCH 3rd 1918
By Elder Horrace W. Wooley of Vernal, Utah.
A blessing by John Hatch, Patriarch upon the head of Mary Hatch daughter of Ezra T. and Maria Standified Hatch OCTOBER 25, 1916.
(Born AUGUST 13, 1893 at Taylor, Arizona.)
Dear and beloved Sister Mary, in the authority of the Holy Melchizedek Priesthood and in the name of our Lord and Savior Jesus Christ, I place my hands upon your head and seal upon you a patriarchal blessing agreeable to the desires of your heart.
Lift up your head and rejoice for you are of the lineage of Joseph, through the loins of the Ephraim and you are entitled to all the blessings that were promised to the faithful daughters of Zion. You chose your parentage in the Eternal World to come forth in this Gospel dispensation of the fullness of Times. You understood and comprehended the trials which you would have to undergo to receive all of the grand and glorious blessings that are promised to the faithful. You have many precious gifts, dear sister, and through cultivation, you shall become a great instrument in the hands of our Father in Heaven.
It is your privilege to become a great and mighty leader among those with whom you are associated. You shall receive a husband according to the choice of your heart and shall become an honored mother in the house of Israel. Your guardian angel has had strict charge concerning you. He has guarded you thus far upon the slippery journey of life, and through his teachings you have been enabled to avoid many snares that have been laid by the adversary of all righteousness for your overthrow, and in as much as you will importune our Father in Heaven, he will never forsake you, but will whisper peace and comfort to your soul, and reveal unto you many hidden secrets and treasures of wisdom.
Lift up your heart and rejoice for your life has been pure before Our Father in Heaven. You have been obedient to your parents, therefore, your life shall be prolonged upon the earth. You will accomplish the great mission that was assigned unto you in the Eternal World. It is your great and honored privilege to become a mother of both sons and daughters, which shall reverence your name, and it shall be had in remembrance to the latest generation. Through your humble prayers and petitions, you will be able to avoid and escape the powers of the adversary of all righteousness.
Your name is recorded in the Lamb's Book of Life, never to be blotted out or given to another. You came upon this earth to become a savior, and your feet shall stand in the Holy places of our Father in Heaven.
Free your mind of all worldly cares and listen to the teachings of the still small voice and there shall be great and glorious blessings pronounced upon your head. There is in store for you blessings more than tongue can tell, and they shall all be yours through your faithfulness and diligence, for you have not forfeited any right to the truths of the Gospel of the Son of God.
You shall stand in your lot and place in your father's and mother's house, and through your kindness, the cares and burdens shall be lifted from their shoulders, for you shall honor and revere their teachings, which they have bestowed upon you in your youth. And your counsel and advice shall be taken by your brothers and your sisters, and your name shall be honored and revered by all with whom you are associated. And there shall be no good blessing withheld from you through your faithfulness.
Be humble and your mind shall expand and your lessons will be easy for you to comprehend, and you shall become a mother of the noblest and choicest of God's spirits, for they shall be entrusted into your care. And remember, they are choice and chosen to come forth in the fullness of times. Seek to be guided by the spirit of revelation, and the secrets of Our Father in Heaven will be revealed unto you for you shall stand as one of the most honorable mothers and daughters in the earth.
Fear not, for your table will always be spread with the plenties of life. And you will be enabled to administer comfort and relief to the poor and the needy, for you will have that precious gift within your soul. That of Charity, which is the pure love of our Savior, who is the Redeemer of all mankind. Be obedient to your husband and your house and home shall reign supreme with love and affection. These blessings together with all former blessings are yours, for you shall beget many friends, even among those with whom you travel, whom seem strangers at the first meeting. Many shall prove to be your warmest and deepest friends.
Through visions and dreams and revelations, you shall be enabled to avoid and to escape the deathly sicknesses and scourges that shall be prevalent in the land. And the destroyer will pass you by, as he did the children of Israel of old. Ask and you shall receive, Knock and it shall be opened unto you, Seek and you shall find. And hidden treasures shall be revealed unto you, even that of wisdom and of knowledge.
I seal these blessings upon your head, together with all your former blessings, and seal you up to come forth in the morning of the ressurection clothed upon with glory, immortality and Eternal Life, to reign as a queen in the mansions that are prepared for you in connection with your husband in the Celestial Kingdom of our Father in Heaven. In the Name of Jesus Christ. Amen.
[The following is a loose letter found in the Journal]
April 27th 1921
I see dear Logan in one of the old Liahonas dated June 16, 1916, a graph on which your face shows very plain. Just why I should be so proud of you I can not tell in one short letter. And just why I should be deprived of your company is not easy explained. But one thing sure I love you, and it gives me joy to recall your little deeds of pure manhood while you was a lad. That you have performed a good mission thus far is a source of satisfaction.
George came. Spoke to the public in Taylor last Sunday. He did not tell us all he knew or had done. Very modest. I am proud of him. I think him a very resourceful fellow and will make good. He will go back to the South soon. Some business enterprise. Rulon will probably go if he chooses to leave school now. Very cold here. Everything is backward including the people. Aunty is not strong. I am younger than 20 years ago but my hair is turning a little white. Much love to you and happiness and prosperity. This is a great life but if it was all, we of all men would be most miserable. There will come a time when we can live always together.