Sun. 30: I atended three meetings of the saints one of which I was called to desmiss. Instructions were given by Tamiti. Elder Wm B Taylor Elder Chamberlin and Rua.
Mon. 1: I with the other Elders spent May day in the canyon. We visited the old French Fort about 7 miles up the canyon. It is about 4 thousand feet above sea leavell. We reach it by way of a narrow trail that leads up the mountain side. This fort was build for the protection of women and children in case of atact by foren nations. Here upon the green grass we ate our lunch. Which I spread upon Bananas leaves, (it being my cook day. It was sugested by some one of the company that a poem be 30 May 1899 French Fort written by each one sugesting a line.
The following is the result.
Several headings were given I ecept this
A Mormons tale of woe.
1: The scean is so enchanting,
It fills my heart with love:
Becaus my heart is panting
To see my turtle dove.
2: When last I saw her violet eyes
Beyond the deep blue sea,
Her soul with love that never dies
Said I’ll be true to thee.
3: For three long years Ive wandered
My heart way down in pain,
My shirt will not be laundred
Till I go back again.
4: Oft have I known the pulse devine
That beats with in her wrist,
Oft has she squirmed in arms of mine
When her sweet lips Ive kissed
5: Oh when again shall fall the snow
Upon my smooth bald pate,
Oh when for us shall embers glow
Within the parlor grate
31 May 1899 French Fort
6: Me thinks the time is growing nigh
When a bill of sale I’ll see,
I’ll close tale and homeward hie,
To bread and milk and thee.
South sea mormons.
We also stopped at the watter fall which is one of the highest in the World, I am told. It being 680 feet. The stream in its long decent is transformed into little els than a spray by the time it reaches the pool below. It presents a magnificent sight which which well payes one for the long walk to reach it. We all returned gathering moss & fernes on our way also stopping to bathe in the cool refreshing watters of the river. During the evening my mind was wont to wander to seen of child hood of the happy May walks on Utah soil gathering the butter cups and Violets that adorned the fields & medows, of romping over the bench lands among the rocks and sage brush 32 May 1899 Papeete Tahiti Or watching Utah’s fair maidens dance around the May pole, and listening to the strain of music from the silver instruments born by her young men, as well as the knoble speaches of Utah’s vetrans. I am wont to draw the contrast then with now where my lot is cast with a small band of fellow laborers, cast out upon the mountain tops that rise from the midst
of the mighty deeps here as embasadors of Jesus Christ laboring for the caus of truth that for which he laid down his life. And for which many have filled the marters grave to up hold, In this he I find joy, Though childhood dayes with their joy and pleasures have gon, only to be recalled in the memory.
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