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Show Page Four The Pyramid Copies of "The Storm Testament are available for 112.95 from The Pyramid, 90 West Main, Mt. Pleasant or by mailing $12.95 plus $1.71 tax and postage to: The Pyramid, P. O. Box A, Mt. Pleasant, Utah 84647 or to: Liberty Press, 500 South 1200 West, Orem, Utah 84058. The Storm Testament is also available in local bookstores., Continued from October 26 Ive got to look for my great grandfathers journals. Can I use your light? The extra weight of you walking around up here might cave the ceiling in on my meat counter, he complained without much en- thusiasm. I sensed he was giving in and would let me make the search. I assured him that I would keep my weight on top of the joists to prevent a possible cave-in- . He handed me the flashlight and disappeared down the stairway. Systematically, I began working my way through the long dusty rows. There were more books than manuscripts, books that the company had been unable to sell. Some of the manuscripts were in envelopes, some were wrapped with string, and some were loose in disarray, with missing pages. I couldn't help but ponder all the work that had gone into these lost collecting dust in the attic of a delicatessen. About halfway down the second row, I found nine hard-bounvolumes tied firmly together with a piece of twine. They were heavy, maybe five or six pounds. I brushed off the dust, exposing the smooth green leather underneath. Printed clearly on the front cover of the first Daniel volume were the words, Storm, Number 1. Quickly I pulled the bundle close to my chest as if I were afraid someone would take it away from me. Tears welled up in my eyes and began streaming down my dusty cheeks, leaving streaks of brown mud. My chest ached with the joy of finding a priceless treasure. I dont know how long I sat there hugging the dusty journals, trying to comprehend the significance of my find, but eventually I worked my way back to the stairway with the journals clenched tightly under my arm. At the foot of the stairs there was a wash basin with a cold water tap. Quickly I washed my face, hands, arms and neck, and wiped off the journals with a damp rag. After showing them to the amazed Tony and his helpers, I placed a long distance call, collect, to Grandmother in American Fork. At first she thought I was kidding, but when I described the journals as bound in green leather with black lettering, and tied up with yellow string, she finally believed I was telling the truth, and she began to cry. I promised to hurry home as quickly as possible. During the next several months, I devoured the journals, realizing that even though they were of overwhelming significance to family d members, they also contained sufficient depth, intensity and historical significance to be valuable reading to most anyone. After reaching that conclusion, and using the journals as my guide, I put together the following book which, by the way, is based only on the contents of the first three volumes. Hopefully I will be able to publish the contents of the other journals at a later date. 1 My name is Dan Storm, and I was only 16 years old when I met the Ute warrior. It was in the fall of 1839, and was heading south along the Green River. The old trapper I had been I traveling with had been killed by some renegade prospectors. Later my horse and supplies were stolen by the Blackfeet. The old trapper and I had been looking for Ike, an escaped slave who had come up the Missouri River with me, but unable to find him, I supposed he was dead, too. Ill tell more about that later. I was going south more in an effort to get away from the Blackfeet than for any other reason. In the back of my mind, I was toying with the idea of following the river all the way to the Pacific Ocean where there were civilized Spanish settlements. Maybe there I could find a new life for myself. I certainly couldnt go back to Missouri. Every sheriff west of the Mississippi was itching to get hands on me. I would rather die in this Rocky Mountain wilderness than give those Missourians the satisfaction of seeing me punished for what I had done. Ill tell more about that later, too. I realized there was a good chance that I would die in the wilderness. In escaping the Blackfeet, I had left everything behind except my knife and clothing a buckskin shirt, leggings and moccasins. The fall frosts had already turned the manuscripts, the dreams and aspirations of dead writers Chapter Anna Marie Bench, Bart Kellett to wed in temple November 3, 1983 grasses gold, a beautiful contrast to the deep blue of the mountain sky. But I didn't have any inclination to enjoy the scenery. With winter coming, I had neither food nor the weapons needed to obtain food. I hadnt eaten anything but in almost three days, and had been walking most of the night, when I came upon a fairly large beaver dam backing up the waters of one of the small tributary streams feeding into Henrys Fork. From the grassy hillside above the pond, I could see fat brook trout sunning themselves in the quiet backwaters, or swimming lazily among a forest of partly submerged and sharply pointed stumps where beavers had gnawed down a grove of young trees - like a forest of sharpened pencils pointing skyward out of the water. My mouth watered at the thought of one of more of those fish roasting on a stick over an open fire. I didnt have any hooks, but maybe I could figure out a way to trap or spear some of them. From above, most of the pond appeared to be shallow enough for wading. On the opposite side of the dam there was a thick growth of willow and young cottonwood trees, 'providing an excellent hiding place, I hadnt seen any sign of Blackfeet for several days, so I believed they were not on my trail. This would be a good place to rest, make some weapons, and hopefully gather some food. The icy mountain water felt refreshing on my weary feet as I waded into the pond. I had lashed my knife to a willow staff and had what appeared to be an effective weapon. Unfortunately, the fish wouldnt hold still long enough for me to spear them. I was weak from lack of nourishment and soon abandoned the spear, deciding that I must figure out a better way to catch the fish. As I explored the shallow headwaters, I discovered a hole where fish could be trapped if the water surface could be lowered five or six inches. There were already a number of fish in the pool, waiting to be trapped. I waded back to the dam and located a narrow place, where I succeeded in tearing away enough sticks and mud to increase the water flow sufficiently to lower the water line enough to trap the fish. An hour later, I was exhausted and soaked from chasing fish around that little pool, but I had three beautiful trout resting side by side in the grass. Before coming out of the water, I refilled the gap in the dam with sticks and sod so the water would return to the original level, allowing more fish to enter the little tfe Mger's that would feed me the next day. After hanging my buckskin shirt and leggings over some bushes to sun, I began dry in the mid-da- y gathering materials for the fire. I had lost my flint with the rest of the supplies and would have to build a fire with a bow and drill. I had seen this done many times, but had always had trouble doing it myself. If I failed, I would have to eat the fish raw and shiver through the Mght in damp buckskins. Since escaping the Blackfeet, I had been raveling without the benefit of fire. First I fashioned a bow from a reen willow and a buckskin lashing ut from the inside of my shirt. Then found a flat rock with a natural indentation on one side, which I picked a little deeper with the point of my knife. I carved a spindle and bottom piece out of dry cottonwood, then fashioned a tinder nest out of ruffled cottonwood bark. There hadnt been any rain in recent days, so I felt confident the materials were dry enough to work. After carefully cutting a V in the bottom piece, I looped the bow string around the spindle which I set firmly between the socket rock and the bottom piece, held firmly in my foot. First slowly, and faster, I worked the bow back and forth, pushing the whirling spindle firmly down upon the point of the V in the bottom piece. Soon little puffs of gray-whit- e smoke began drifting away from the bottom of the spindle and hot black particles began falling down through the V onto a piece of bark, forming a little conical pile, or the spark. TO BE CONTINUED NEXT WEEK IN THE PYRAMID FAIRVIEW Mr. and Mrs. R. Kirby Bench announce the upcoming marriage of their daughter, Anna Marie, to Bart J. Kellett, son of Mr. and Mrs. Rex Kellett of Moroni. . .. The couple will be married Friday, Nov. 11, m the Salt Lake LDS Temple. A reception in their honor will be held that evening at the Fairview LDS Second Ward Cultural Hall from 7:30 to 10 p.m. is a 1977 graduate of North Sanpete The bride-to-b- e LDS and School Seminary. She graduated from High Snow College with an Associate Degree in Science and from Utah State University with a BS degree in Economics Consumer Education. She also graduated from the Logan LDS Institute of Religion. She taught home economics during 1982-8- 3 school year at North Sanpete High School. The prospective bridegroom is a graduate of North and recently Sanpete High School and LDS Seminary with a BS graduated from Brigham Young UniversityLDS Mission an fulfilled He Science. in Computer degrefe in England and is presently working as product manager for Code III Medical Systems in Salt Lake City. The couple plans to make their home in Salt Lake City. pool, fish Bart Kellett, Anna Marie Bench Fairview couple fss circle November date for wedding North Bend DUP FAIRVIEW The North Bend Camp of the Daughters of Utah Pioneers will hold their monthly meeting on Monday, Nov. 7. The meeting will be held at 2 p.m. in the Fairview City Hall 1 FAIRVIEW Mrs. Barbara Tucker of Fairview and Tom W. Tucker, Moroni are announcing the forthcoming marriage of their daughter, Loralee, to Kelly Holden, son of Mr. and Mrs. Michael Holden also Fairview. 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