[Not included in the original printing of
Voices From The Past: Diaries, Journals, and Autobiographies]

When I first lived in Cedar we were afraid of the Indians especially the Navajos. We weren’t the only ones who were afraid of the Navajos; the Piutes were terribly afraid of them. Long before white people came to this country the Navajos had raided the Piute villages and stolen their ponies and squaws and even their little papooses. The Piutes were grateful to the whites for the protection they were to them. One time a Piute squaw came running breathless into my house. “Hide Papoose” she said and out she ran. I went to the door to see what the matter was and to my horror, I saw a band of Navajos riding up to the house. What ever could I do in so short a time. I couldn’t bear to see that poor little terrified trembling papoose, who bravely wasn’t even whimpering, stolen away from his mother. Quickly I lifted my skirts (I was wearing hoops) and popped the baby under. His little head as he stood on my toes was just above my knees. I met the Indians at the door. They insisted the Piute squaw was in the house. “No, no,” I kept saying and finally after looking around they believed me and went away. With a sigh of relief…they didn’t know that, I released the baby. The babie’s mother soon came back for him. We were all great friends and I believe the Cedar Indians would have done almost anything for me.