While in Winter Quarters, a young man, Thomas
Ricks, was shot and wounded by Indians as he watched and herded cattle. Search
parties were sent out to bring him into camp. His father, Brother Ricks, and
Thomas Whittle were some distance away from the main group. Suddenly they found
themselves surrounded by Indians and a pointed gun in their faces. “Well,” said
Brother Ricks, “I suppose our time has come.” “Not yet,” said Brother Whittle,
“we are in the hands of the Lord.” He repeated this twice, looking straight
into the eyes of the Indian. Finally the Indian dropped his gun. This seemed to
frighten the others and they turned and rode away, leaving the two men much
frightened but unharmed.
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