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ever, but one instance of the white invaders' 

 treatment of the Indians, and there is small 

 cause to wonder that our pioneer settlements 

 later were subjected to Indian raids and hos- 

 tilities. 



It was October, and the warm sun shone 

 down upon the valley beyond Ogden Canon 

 through an Indian summer haze. Here lay the 

 little village of Huntsville and some scattered 

 ranches. The near-by mountains, where they 

 spread to make room for the valley, were 

 splotched with green and yellow, where they 

 draw together again, on the opposite side of the 

 valley, the intervening autumn haze had tinged 

 them a delicate, opalescent blue and purple. 



Though the days were filled with balm and 

 sunshine, the nights were growing cold, and 

 every morning now the ground was stiffened 

 with frost. Hoar frost lay thick upon every- 

 thing, sparkling in the first rays of the rising 

 sun, when I rode out of Huntsville in early 

 morning. My trail led up the valley and into 

 Beaver Creek Canon, en route to Bear Lake, 

 Idaho. At Salt Lake City I had been warned 

 that I should find the country around Bear 

 Lake covered with snow, and the frosty air at 

 this lower altitude gave strength to the proph- 

 ecy as to the country farther on. 



