The following history is presented with some corrections in spelling and grammar but is left for the most part as is.

FATHER AS I KNEW HIM
By Sam Anderson

     Johannes Anderson was born near a seacoast town called Malmo Sweden on the second day of January in 1829, to Andrew Neilson, and Annie Jenson.  The reason his sir[sic] name isn't the same as his father's, in Sweden they take their fathers name and add son, therefore he was Andrews son.  There were only a few of the rich that could afford schooling.  He was small for his age, so his father put him at the trade of shoe repairing, thinking him too small to do farmwork.  But he did not like this trade, he liked to be out of doors.

     In his youth he met and married Kjersti Neilson who was born April 14, 1831.  To them were born a son named Neils Jo and a daughter Anna.  Johannes was baptized a member of the church of Jesus Christ of Latter-Day Saints on August 25, 1852.  Kjersti died August 28 1858, and he gained permission from the king to remarry, this time marrying Cecelia Neilson, sister of his former wife.  They became dissatisfied with the congested way of life in Sweden, and they had heard the gospel, and the missionary had told them of how there was land for the taking and the president of the church was calling more people to settle Utah.

     On May 4, 1865, he left Sweden with his wife and children for America in a small sailing vessel.  For ten weeks they sailed. So tiresome was the journey that, they tell that on one occasion the wind blew the boat back as far as they had travelled in three days.  Little did their friends have that this little ship could ever sail the ocean to reach its destination so that when they docked at New York harbor, great rejoicing was had by all the passengers.  The boat however sank at sea only one day on the return voyage, and was lost.  He lost both children or the voyage, and they were buried at sea.

     He worked as waiter on the ship to help pay their passage over here.  He crossed the plains from the Missouri River.  They journeyed to Omaha, and then father made arrangements with a man to drive the man's oxen and wagon across the plains if he and his wife would walk.  So they walked and drove the oxen all the way to Salt Lake Valley.  On the way across the plains father met a soldier.  The soldier was going to California, he bought a rifle from him and paid $4.00 for it.  It was a cap & ball with paper shells.  I remember that gun, but some one stole it.

     In the fall of 1865 when the company got to Salt Lake Valley father got a job working for Lot Smith, who lived in Farmington, Utah.  Lot was one of the most staunch citizens of early Utah history.  He was a captain of several company's of Saints coming to the Valley, he also served as scout.  After working for him two and a half years he moved to Cache Valley to the north, to a place called Millville, Utah, and started farming for himself.  Farming and fruit raising was his main occupation while in Utah.  He was blessed with many children.  In the spring of 1887 he along with some other Saints were called by President Taylor to go to Canada to start a settlement up there.

     It was then rich prairies of fertile soil as far as the eye could see, that had known nothing but the herds of buffalo and a few roving bands of Blood Indians and maybe a trapper or two.  On April 10, 1887 he and his wife Hannah, sons Henry, 18, Edward, 16, Jim, 8, and daughters Eliza 11, Mary 2, (they left one girl with relatives until he could go down on the train after her, Annie was her name and she was 4 years old).  Brother Thomas R. Leavitt, his wife Hattie and son Jerry 18, started out.  Leavitt had one covered wagon with one team of horses to pull it.  We had two teems on our one wagon.  Henry, Jerry and Ed had saddle horses to ride so they herded the cattle.  We had six cows and a bull.  He had four cows.  Our wagon was loaded with grains to plant, wheat, oats, barley, potatoes and flour and all the groceries we could find and buy.  We got vegetables seeds of all kinds.  Then we piled our clothes and bedding on top of the grain.  On one side of the wagon we tied two chairs with leather latice bottoms and the walking plow.  On the other was a box with four hens and a rooster which we let out each evening to exercise and for food.  We took a tin stove to cook on, and an old iron kettle and some cooking utensils.  In the very bottom of our wagon there was a scythe, oxen horse shoes, saw and tools and a box of sixty or seventy iron pins 12 inches long sharpened at one end, and a flat head at the other.  Father brought [them] along to make a harrow with when they got to their destination.

     We left Logan, Utah early one morning and travalled northward.  Father and mother and the two girls slept in the wagon. We four men slept out in the open, or sometimes if it were stormy we would make a tent by leaning a pole up against the wagon, stretch a tarpaulin over it, and fasten it down to pegs driven into the gound.  A tarpaulin won't leak unless you touch it while it is wet.  So when it was raining you can imagine how carefull we were not to touch it.  Father had charge of the spiritual part of our Journey.  No matter what the conditions he saw to it that we had our prayer every night and morning.  Brother Leavitt had charge of the temporal decisions, such as deciding where to camp, where to cross mudholes, and assign someone to shifts of watch at night and they all had to gather wood for the fires.  Three days after we started we met Charles Ora Card and his companion who were sent to chart a course of the country.  They were to make a map of the territory showing just where there was good water, good camping grounds, and where to cross mountains.  He made the map so accurate that it was real easy to follow even though

there were no roads and not many trails.  Except the trails made by Indians and bands of outlaws who roved the land to rob and pilphor [pilfer] the trappers of their furs and horses.  He also chose a location of the town of Lees Creek, later to be named after him.  Brother Leavitt took the load and we followed with the cows trailing.  There seemed to be swamps everywhere. The first one we crossed we got stuck, but Brother Leavitt borrowed two of our horses and fastened to his wagon tongue and away they went.  Then he took his horses off his wagon and fastened to our wagon and we too made it fine.  It seemed that never a day passed that we didn't have some kind of trouble, as there were no bridges and we would have to ford rivers.  At night we would get the tin stove off the side of the wagon and start a fire with what fuel we could find.  Then mother would take her starter of sour dough and mix all the bread that we would use next day.  She would also cook beans and fry potatoes and bacon (very little because we didn't have very much).  The bread was fried and of course it was as hard as wood after setting untill the next meal.  It was so hard you could knock with it.  The cows gave a little milk which was a great help in making meals.  After about three days on the trip the cows were used to following the wagons and would stop eating and follow right along without reminding them.

     I remember the evenings when the horses were hobbled and the fuel was in for breakfast, we would all set around the fire and listen to the stories of those two old pioneers tell of their experiences crossing the Plains.  One of the frontier stories Father told around the campfire going to Canada, was when they were crossing the plains.  Early one morning he left camp to get two pails of water.  On his way back an Indian rode by with his tomahawk raised to kill him.  He raised his arm (still holding the bucket) to protect his head.  But of course he spilled water over both of them.  It surprised the Indian, so he rode on by not trying the second time.

     Aways on our journey our cows got sore feet from the rocks.  In fact they got so tenderfooted that they couldn't follow.  We stopped one day at three o'clock in the afternoon, by a little stream.  Thought we'd camp there that night.  The men took horseshoes and cut them in half and shoed the cows front hooves.  Of course they had to throw the cow down to do this. Cows only get sore in their front feet and they only shoe the outside half of the hoof, then the cows walked right off good as ever.  When we went up through eastern Idaho, close to the Jackson Hole County.  Even as young as I was I can remember how they were real particular to keep a close watch at night as we were in outlaw territory.  We had a rifle and Brother Levitt had a rifle and a shotgun and we considered him a real good shot.

     When we got to a place called Choteau there were people living there and they were going, to try to start a town there if they could induce enough people to come and stay.  They tried their level best to get us to stay, but after spending the night we rose early to be on our way so we bid them farewell.  They gave us some beans and we headed north again.  They thought we were already a long way from any towns, and clear out of civilization.  But we knew where and why we were going, and had our chart made by a chosen man of God and of the President of this the True Church of God.

     Thomas Leavitt was one of the best rifleman in the country.  Early one morning he left camp, hadn't gone very far and shot a deer.  It was the only one we go. on the trip but say did we enjoy it!  I remember telling Father I could help them bring it in.  I could carry the heart.

     One night we camped at the foot of a long hill which we would have to climb the next morning.  It was close to four miles long from the bottom to the top.  Leavitt didn't know how in the world his one team was going to make it, but Father said not to worry there would be a way for us to make it.  Next morning we got up to find two stray oxen had stopped with our cows for the night.  The men got busy and cut down a small tree and made a yoke, got out an extra log chain and hooked them up.  We feared the owner would come and claim them before they made it up the hill.  When we got to the top we hastily unhooked the oxen and turned them loose to go back to their rightful owner.  We found later he was a drunken freighter whom they had gotten away from and they were headed for their home.  I remember Father saying he hated to throw that yoke away. He said it was one of the best he had helped make. But he had too much load as it was, and there was no more room.  We left it by the side of the road in hopes someone could use it.

     The next evening we camped by anther stream, and we were just getting ready to eat our supper when a wagon came over the hill.  Leavitt said "Who can this be following this close behind".  In those days you didn't know who might be going through the country.  He drove up to our camp and asked if he might camp with us.  We told him he could.  As soon as he had taken care of his horses, he came over to the campfire and asked where we were going.  Levitt said we were going to Canada. The stranger asked, "Are you following Charlie's Map?"  That was all they needed for an introduction.  We were glad that he caught up with us, and he was sure happy when he found who we were.  He was John E. Layne and traveling along. Johnathan Layne and his Family played a very important part in building Cardston and the surrounding country.  He was a good violinist and a faithful worker in the Church.  He reared a large family who were talented along musical lines.  He went to Canada and built a house that summer and returned to his home in Utah that fall so he

could bring his family in the fall along with some other families.

     Now for sure, it was delightfull to sit and listen, as here was another of the Saints that had first hand stories of their experiences and their narrow escapes with the Indians and the hardships they had endured.

     When we got to the east hill overlooking Cardston, imagine our amazement when we looked down to see share was already one wagon there.  We wondered who it was and could hardly wait to see.  The 23rd Day of May 1887 was a nice spring day as we alighted on the east side of Lees Creek.  We introduced ourselves and proceeded to get acquainted with our new found friends, the Matkins.  There were three in their family.  The Father's name was Samuel, his wife Lottie, and a son Henry about 16 years of age.  They came into camp two days before as they didn't have any cattle, and they weren't too heavily loaded.  They had only one team of horses.  Lottie was the first to give birth to Cardsyons first baby boy, named Lee.

     We made camp right there on the east bank of the Lee's Creeks.  Then while waiting for the rest of the company to come, we visited and recuperated from that 700 mile journey.  Father made his harrow while waiting.  He made [it] by taking four poles and fastened them together with two more poles, then he took the iron pins and drove through the poles.  I remember using that harrow for years, It did a good Job, but it was awfull heavy for us boys to move.

     By the time the others got there, the men had plowed up a strip of land to put their crops together.  As the second company got to the top of the hill, a Captain of the Mounted Police was out on patrol, and seeing them, rode over to tell them the boys were down there plowing up the grounds like hell.  They plowed some farmland that spring, and planted their seed.  It all matured except the wheat, but it was alright for seed.  They had beautiful crops as it was all virgin soil and so rich, from all the tall grass that grew and decayed for centuries.  This was the 3rd Day of June, they drove into camp in the middle of the afternoon.  There were six wagons and among them were Charles Ora Card, President of the Stake at Cardston, his wife Zina D. Young, daughter of President Brigham Young, their son Joseph 2 years old, Robert Daines and two children Annie (wife of Co Snow) and Orson A. Daines, Ern Bates, John A. Woolf and his wife. Children Johnny, Mamie, Jane, Simpson, Wilford, Milton, 1st baby girl. J. A. Hammer (who was to become a Bishop in Cardston after John A. Woolf) and wife. George Ferral and wife Selma and daughter Vendla. E.R. Miles.

     Mrs Card was known to all as Aunt Zina.  She was educated and a good speaker;  A great help in the entertainment and drama.  She would entertain all the visiting dignitaries, as there were no Motels or Restrants[sic].

     As soon as Cards got there we began to lay out the lots for the Townsites.  Two days later on the 5th Day of June 1887 was held the first meeting at Cardston.  It was held in a Bowery, George Lane held was the first Superintendent of the Sunday School held.

     Cardston was bounded on the north by the Blood Indian reserve to a place called Cutbank, and farmland on the three remaining sides, which was divided into homestead lard.  The lots of the Town were two acres each and on this we planted our small vegetable seed.  Father like the rest, began to build a log house, but first two men were sent to find the best road to get timber to build with.  We had to go about twenty five miles to get logs.  We took our wagons and all went to get logs to build our houses.  We left Cardston and went west up through Buffalo Flats (where Leavitt is now located) then we turned southwest and crossed Bcacer Dam.  The beavers had built a dam over a slough to get enough water for a winter home for themselves.  It was about a hundred feet long as I remember and plenty wide for a wagon to get across safely.  You could see where they had cut logs from one mile up stream, floated them down to the narrow place in the stream, had piled them up and plastered them with mud and grass.  We went on up over Pole Heaven which was a big flat hill covered with little poles, about three miles to the timber we were to use.  We would load up our wagons that evening and pull back down the hill where there were areas for the horses.  We camped there for the night, then start home early the next morning.  We got logs 16 to 22 feet long.  Just as we were going down over Pole Heaven I remember sitting by my Father and counting the little lakes below.  There were eighty two of them, and little muskrat houses everywhere.  The trappers weren't interested in their fur as they didn't bring good prices like the beaver.  (We could get home in plenty of time before dark).

     I remember that first log house with its dirt floor and sod roof.  They didn't have much time to decote to building a house much less change to buy the lumber to build it with.  The only lumberyard was 35 miles away at Fort McCloud, their crops came first and had to be planted, tended and harvested before the long winter began.  The house was 16x18 feet built between main street and Lees Creek to the east.  Father spilt small poles and put them on flat side up then he plastered it with clay which when dry would shed water.  For the roof they proved a strip of prairie grass about six inches deep, triming each sod so it was straight enough to fit tight laid it on with grass side up.  Later this house was torn down and built in the middle of the two acres for a grainary.

     Second year he built a two room house 16x24 feet.  About two years later he added a lean to on the back for two bedrooms.  About two years later he added two

more rooms east with an upstairs with a hall in between the two buildings.  These structures were all built at the first location. Now there is a service station on the front of the lot.  They moved out to their ranch after I was grown and married.  After I moved to Weiser [Idaho] they sold their ranch and moved to a house which they bought across the street from the Creamery and Ellison's Elevater[sic] & Flour Mill.  Spencer Anderson fell heir after their deaths in 1920 and 1925.

     By the time we got our homes ready to move into it was time to gather our crops and store them for winter.  I remember Father would dig a hole six inches deep and pile his potatoes, cabbage, rutabager and carrots and other root crops that we raised and hadn't eaten.  Then he would cover it with straw, then a good coat of dirt, then another layer of straw.  On top he'd lay about six inches of manure with a twist of straw for a vent on the top.  They kept perfect in 40 degrees below zero and believe you me it was 40 below lots of times.  In the summer we would hire the Squaws to harvest the Potatoes, for twenty-five cents a day and their dinner, and all the potatoes they could pack home.  Sometimes mother would sell them a row of carrots and they would gather them as they would use them.  Mother eras the Indians friend.  They would cone to visit her, walk straight in and say "How" and without an invitation, just squat cross legged on the floor.  She learned their language and could carry on a conversation with them.  Mother had a wonderful memory.  In those days, there were no lessons printed by the church to follow, so they would assign each person a full chapter to talk on.  When mother had to give a talk on the Book of Mormon, she would simply memorize the whole chapter in the week while she was doing her work, and quote it word for word.

     Mother was relief society secretary for several years.  Moses Anderson was the second boy born after the migration.  John A. Wolfe was the first Bishop of Cardston.  The first marriage was Jake Workman and Maggie Leavitt.  Johannes Anderson was first counselor and Thomas R. Leavitt was second to Bishop Wolfe.  Hever [Heber?] S. Allen was ward clerk.  Jonathon E. Lane was first Supt. of Sunday School.  Later Father was a member of the High Council.

     The men would go out and syuthe the sloughs and lakes to get feed for their cattle, in the summer as the winters were long and there was no other feed available then they would stack it on the back of their lots, where they would feed it in their barns and corrals.

     The horses were left to forage for themselves as they could paw the snow to find their own feed.  We were always needing more logs to build bigger and better buildings.  He also used logs for the corrals, and wood as fuel.  We were on the lookout for better timber and easier way[s] to get it.  One day after we had been there several years we found it.  We went up Lees Creek crossing it seven times.  It always took us two days to make the trip.

     We boys always went along no matter what our age, as there was always plenty for us to do.  If nothing more we would fish, then clean them and pack them in clean grass to take home.  We had a special little box for the purpose.  We never failed to get a dozen or so of Big Mountain Trout not less 8" in length up to a foot long.  If we didn't get our limit we would fish on our way home.  Mother was always so happy at the sight of a long string of fish.

     My parents were always so thankful the Mormon Missionaries had come along and converted them and helped them to get to America, as everyone was so awfully poor in Sweden, no one cut the very rich owned the land and the rest had to work for them.  Now they were in a land of peace and plenty, where land was for the taking.

     As soon as President Card got to Canada that first year they all drew cuts for the Quarter- sections (160A).  Father got the Q.S. south of town with Bishop John Wolfe's between him and town.  The government sent a man out to survey the land. To homestead in Canada you pay the government $10.00 entrance fee, then you have to build a house on the land and live on the land for three months of the year for three consecutive years.  I know Father did because I stayed with him part of that time, while the rest stayed in town.  Most all the people lived in town, and only went out to the farms to do the farming.  The land was all covered with grass, waist high on a man. It was the most beautiful sight.  There was nothing to eat it off as the Buffalo were all gone.  The prairies were dotted with Buffalo heads and bones, that the Buffalo hunters had left to lay bleaching in the sun, while their only thought was of their hide and their tongue.

     Wild game was abundant everywhere, as there was such a good covering in that tall areas to hide.  There was fish in every stream, and lake and bakes were everywhere.  Pike were four feet long in Pike Lake, 15 miles south of Cardston, wild Duck and Gesse [Geese] for the taking, truly a hunters paradise.

     We planted our grain and potayoes on part of the homestead land we harvested our grains that fall with scythes, raked it with garden rakes, hand and twice as big.  Then we raked it into bunches.  We made bundles by tying it with a handful of the grain, hauled it to the back lots and stacked it there, untill winter when we would have time to flaille it out of the straw.  (We made a Flaille by taking two sticks three inches in diameter, and about four feet long, with groves made two inches from the end of each stick in which the rawhide strap to fasten them

together to form a swivel, you use one for a harder the other to be bent with.)  Then a lot of elbow grease which long since forgotten.  We layed the grain on the canvas then we would hit it with, until the grain would drop out onto the canvas under the straw.  We cleaned it by tossing it up lightly with a shovel and let the wind do the rest, there was a plentiful supply of that. That winter we spent our time sawing logs to make floors and furniture.  I remember the community excavated a hole in the side of the hill 16 feet long 20 feet wide and 8 feet deep.  Then they would place a log on each bank.  On these they would lay their sawlogs with one man above and one below, they would lay the boards 1 inch thick, as near as possible.  The hole was big enough that six men could saw at the same time.  That is three logs.  Then they would haul the boards home and by hand. We always lived high the first part of the winter with all the garden vegetables, such as rutabagers, carrots and cabbage along with the wild game we would hunt to eat.  Then when all the vegetables were gone and the ducks and geese gone south for the winter, with nothing left but a few prairie chickens, so the fare was pretty scant with potatoes, meat, and more potatoes.

     On one of the trips we took to the mountains for logs, Father hooked up a mare that was to foal soon, not thinking she would that day, but she did, next morning she was nursing her colt when we got up.  Father waited there for the colt to gain enough strength to make the trip home.  While we were waiting we fished so we could take home some trout that we all liked so well.  In twelve hours that colt walked     Miles home, arriving about ten o'clock.  Father helped every industry to get started by donating money and his time.  They first built a flour mill it was a Burr mill (which consisted of two huge flat rocks three feet across, round and flat on one side in which grooves were chiseled about every four apart and were about one inch deep, these two flat sides fit together, the bottom one was stationery while the top one revolved with machinery holding it into place and water power was used to turn it, they built a water wheel and dug a ditch a half mile from Lees Creek, for the power.  It was located southeast of the old Schoolhouse.  President Card sent for a man named Jenson to operate it, it made Grist flour that was course and dark.  I remember some of the young people complained about the coarse bread, but us kids didn't know any difference it was real whole wheat.  Sylvester Lowe ran it later.  Next they built a cheese factory they advertised for a cheese maker (Robert Ibey answered the ad.)  Therefore he ran it a few years.  He joined the Church and married Mamie Wolfe.  Father was a stockholder in the first Mercantile store in Cardston.  They built, this building of lumber from their own lumber mill, which was purchased the second year, from eastern Canada, it came by train to Lethbridge, then in turn the around men of the Community freighted it to Cardston.  They built it southeast of Cardston twenty-five miles.  Their lumberyard was in town.

     About six years after we arrived in Canada, coal was discovered approximately 48 miles northeast, at Lethbridge.  It was a rich vein of soft coal in a plentiful supply.  Canada seemed to grow fast after they built the railroad through from east to British Columbia, which they did about in ten years after our arrival, there were stores who sent out catalogs, from eastern Canada, so we could buy the things we needed to be dressed equally as well as the Jone's.

     Our first church was made of logs and was built across the street west from fathers first house in the town of Cardston. They kept it whitewashed with limestone they had found and burnt first then mixed with water for paint.  The second church-house was built west of the first and up the hill from it.  They built it in the wintertime and father was asked to go to Mcleod, about thirty miles away to purchase lumber for the door and window casings for the new building.  Father truly lived by faith as the most pioneer saints did.  This episode is only one of many that he passed through.

     Early one morning in February father and I left home for Mcleod with snow two feet deep, and the ice on the Belly River was two feet thick or more; which was about halfway between Fort Mcleod and Cardston.  (I was twelve years old and went with father for company).  After leaving home that morning a chinook came up, it was a real warm wind. Father turned to me and said we'd have to hurry to Mcleod and back before the ice had a chance to break up and go down the river because we would have no way getting back with the water so high.  We went to Mcleod, got our load on the wagon by dark, then we spread our bedroll on the ground in a shed in the lumberyard where we slep that night.  About four o'clock next morning father called me out of bed, believe you me he never had to call the second time as I remembered what he'd said the day before the ice going out the river.  We crossed quickly, didn't stop to eat our breakfast we had brought along.  I suggested that we might not have time for prayers, as father always had prayer in the morning and evening no matter what was the circumstances.  Father said "we'll pray".  I didn't know why he prayed so long, he no sooner got through until I was up off my knees and on the wagon waiting for him to hitch up the team and get to roll, worrying all the time that the ice would be gone before we got to the river,

     We travelled as fast as we could in the wet snow, there was water standing everywhere, when we got to Standoff Indian village which was on the north side of the river at the crossing.  The Indian Agent and a few Indians were standing there waiting for the ice to break up and go down the river.  He stopped us and said it

wasn't safe to cross, because the ice was already beginning to crack and raise up the middle.  I suggested maybe they were right, maybe we better not try to cross.  Father said " the Lord has always been with us why, why wouldn't he now".  And so we crossed.  When we got across father said We'll go to the top of the hill before we stop to eat, because the snow was wet and it was so hard for the horses to pull, we can water our horses anywhere as there is water everywhere.  We got up the hill when we heard a thundering noise and looked around to see the ice buckle in the center and break and crumble into a thousand pieces and go crashing down the river.  When we got home that night it was after dark, father gathered his family and knelt down together to thank the Lord that we had returned home in safety.  Father always believed if you prayed and did your duties in the church that the Lord would always protect you.

     Father was a cobbler by trade so he kept all our shoes repaired.  Johannes Anderson never went to school but he seen that his children had an education.  Be had three boys to go on missions.  He never had a sick day in his life, worked all the days of his life.  He was ninety two when he died and still had his own teeth.  He prospered as a farmer in Alberta, Canada never knowing a crop failure, his home was known for its beauty of trees, flowers and vegetation.  His hospitality known far and wide.

     He died June 23rd 1920, at his home a block north of the Temple.  Mother lived until August 18, 1925.

     Father made several trips to the states, one of which he and mother stayed at our place on Sunnyside in 1919 in the fall when the peaches were dropping off the trees.  We had already canned all we needed.  He couldn't stand to see them go to waste so he would go gather armloads in for Louise to can, until every available jar on the place was filled.  We had thirteen trees.

     Martin Woolf with a crowd of men were standing on the street ore day in the year of 1902 in the biggest rainstorm Cardston ever had.  Some were getting dissatisfied, and homesick to go back to Utah.  While they were discussing their woes, up the street came father.  Martin Woolf turned and said, "well here come Dad Anderson we'll ask him if there's too much rain, and his reply was "too much rain in June is just right".  That settled it if he though[t] it was alright it must be so, because he was one of the most successful farmers in the area.  One of the stories father told me about his experiences crossing the frontier, when they were breaking camp one morning he had left the camp to get two pails of water.  On his way back an Indian rode by with his tomahawk raised to kill me, I raised my arm to protect my head still holding the bucket, but of course I spilled water all over us both.  It surprised the Indian so that he rode on not trying the second time.