Many times they would visit together and Robert would play his fiddle and 'step dance' for the Chief much to his delight. Not so with Robert's wife, Agnes Ellen Thorpe Watts. She was a timid little woman from England and had a difficult time adjusting to the 'wild west' and to the Indians in particular. One quiet summer day Agnes Ellen and the child¬ren were in the back yard, churning the week's supp¬ly of butter. Things went smoothly until several of Little Soldier's band approached the house on horse-back. Frantic with fear, Agnes Ellen hid herself and children in a nearby Skunkberry bush, praying that the young warriors would leave. The Indians, spotted the churn, dismounted to see what the white man's con¬traption contained. On seeing the golden butter they gleefully dipped their dusky hands into the churn and smeared the precious butter over their faces, arms and body. Then happily mounting their ponies they rode on their way. Robert Nelson Watts told of the buriel customs of the Indians in that vicinity, When there was a death in the tribe the body was hoisted to the top of a tall tree and tied there with buckskin thongs, where the vultures, birds and small animals disposed of it in short order. Many were buried that way on the river bottom of the Watts farm. ARKANSAS TRAVELER 'NODIE' ROBINSON AND THE INDIAN SQUAW Little Soldier and his band roamed throughout Northern Utah and thus became well known to settlers living in Mountain Green. Camping along the creeks and river bottom, they did much hunting and fishing. When John Heber and 'Nodie' Robinson lived on the Dry Creek bench farm they became well acquainted with this particular tribe. Each summer they would camp on Dry Creek next to the Robinson farm, to hunt, fish and pick the wild berries. John Heber milked a herd of dairy cows, and milk and butter were plentiful on the farm. They also kept chickens and raised a vegetable garden, much to the de¬light of their dusky neighbors, who continually begged and bargained for the sur¬plus. 31