. The white Indian boy : the story of Uncle Nick among the Shoshones. The Western trail in the early days. CHAPTER ONE PIONEER DAYS I WAS born in Illinois in 1842. I crossed the plains byox team and came to Utah in 1850. My parents settledin Grantsville, a pioneer village just south of the GreatSalt Lake. To protect themselves from the Indians, thesettlers grouped their houses close together and built ahigh wall all around them. Some of the men wouldstand guard while others worked in the fields. Thecattle had to be herded very closely during the day, andcorralled at night with a strong guard t
. The white Indian boy : the story of Uncle Nick among the Shoshones. The Western trail in the early days. CHAPTER ONE PIONEER DAYS I WAS born in Illinois in 1842. I crossed the plains byox team and came to Utah in 1850. My parents settledin Grantsville, a pioneer village just south of the GreatSalt Lake. To protect themselves from the Indians, thesettlers grouped their houses close together and built ahigh wall all around them. Some of the men wouldstand guard while others worked in the fields. Thecattle had to be herded very closely during the day, andcorralled at night with a strong guard to keep them frombeing stolen. But even with aU our watchfulness we losta good many of them. The Indians would steal in anddrive our horses and cows away and kill them. Some-times they killed the people, too. We built a log schoolhouse in the center of our fort,and near it we erected a very high pole, up which we couldrun a white flag as a signal if the Indians attempted torun off our cattle, or attack the town or the men in thefields. In this log schoolhouse two ol
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