Saga of the Sanpitch Volume 17, 1985 - Sanpete County

authorities had never reversed this sad affair. He traveled the whole stake, which encompassed all of Sanpete,
Millard, Juab, and other counties, and all of Dixie. He came to Moroni to hold a stake conference and was
shocked at the state Doc was in. He traveled by horse and buggy and paused in many places to give patriarchal
blessings along his way. He immediately gave Grandpa a blessing.
He told the new church president and authorities about this incident and they called a meeting at
once, requesting Grandpa and family to join them. The first matter of business was to reinstate Brother
William Draper's membership and assure him that his life-long desire would be honored, that he would be
honored with a worthy and meaningful funeral service and that he WOULD be buried in his temple robes,
which he prized so much.
What a joy this was to his whole large posterity and to the settlements around Moroni. They kept
their promise, too.
He is buried in a lovely spot, a plot of his loved land in the shadow of the beautiful mountains and Box
Canyon that he knew and loved so well. It is fenced with a high, beautiful linked-chain fence, through the
caring efforts of two grandchildren, Erma and husband Earl Livingston, Fay Draper, Pearl Madsen Olsen. Other
former residents acquired ownership, water rights and held fund raisings to help save and preserve this quiet
place for Grandpa and his own.
In May 1886, William Lathrop Draper, Sr., Doc's father,died in his eightieth year. He was buried here in
this precious, hallowed place along with two of Doc's children. In only one year, May 2, 1887, Doc joined his
father in his last sleep and at last was sure of his never being threatened again of losing his beloved Freedom."
CHOKED IN BED
James L. Jacobs
1052 Darling Street
Ogden, UT 84403
Non-Professional Division
First Place Anecdote
As a small teenager I helped a sheep herder and camp tender trail a herd of sheep one spring from the
desert to the lambing ground.
One stormy evening two horsemen friends of the herder came to our sheep wagon and ate supper
with us. As they had no beds, they were invited to spend the night, even though we would be sleeping five in a
bed.
To enlarge a sheep wagon bed, it was customary to move the sideboard about two feet forward over
the table and fill the space with horse blankets up to mattress level. The men then slept crosswise of the bed
as it could accommodate more bodies that way.
When visitors stayed overnight in sheep wagons, the men always slept "head and tail' fashion,
alternating heads and feet; as legs are smaller than shoulders, less space is needed when sleeping that way.
I was placed in the center of the bed when we retired, with the feet of big men resting close to each of
my ears under the quilts. My folded coat was my pillow, and my head was pressed against the wall at the end
of the wagon.
When the men relaxed in sleep their feet stretched the quilts across my throat so tightly that I was
choked. By kicking, I roused my bedfellows so they would pull their feet up enough to relieve the pressure on
my throat so I could catch my breath„ But when they again dropped off to sleep, their feet again stretched the
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