The Book of Mormon has a way of stating things in a
plain understandable way. This simple statement expresses a truth that
we need to realize and think about. I will add: " The wicked flee when
no man pursueth".
After Frank Nations was killed in his cabin the
authorities went to Pacheco to investigate the killing. They took one
of the men that they thought might know something about the killing
and tortured him by hanging him to a tree until he was near
unconsciousness then letting him down for questioning. This happened
in the lane about 300 hundred yards south of the Haynie home in
Pacheco. Finally he was turned loose as he was not the one and had
nothing to confess.
Don Miguel Lopez of :Cave valley told me the following
story. After Frank Nations was killed and the authorities took his
cattle the man who killed him because he was stealing his cattle was
disappointed that he didn't get the cattle he had killed for. He was
Mocho Jaquez as we called him and he was a thief. He began to steal
our cattle and neighbors cattle. We sent in a claim to the authorities
and they came to take him to jail. They went to his house but his wife
said he was not there and even though they searched the house they
could not find him. They left and waited in Williams Ranch to see if
he would come home. The next day a man came and reported that they had
seen him chopping wood outside his cabin early that morning. They went
again to his house and found nothing. After several attempts to catch
him at home or find where he was hiding the authorities gave up and
left and went back to Casas Grandes. The stealing continued so the
members of the little town under the leadership of Don Miguel Lopez
got together and as he put it, ran Mocho Jaquez out of town. After he
had moved away they went to his house and found why they could never
catch him or find him. He had made a trap door in the floor on one
side of the room and had dug a room under the floor where he could
hide comfortably. When the authorities would come after him he would
quickly go down under the floor. His wife would close the trap door
and pull a big trunk over the door to conceal it. Although they
searched the house they didn't think of moving the innocent looking
Mocho Jaquez moved down to Pearson where he lived near
one of his sons. He resumed his thieving ways and was caught stealing
cattle which was a very grievous offense because the people lived from
their few cattle at that time. He was sent to prison in Chihuahua city
for quite a few years. When he returned he was a broken old man and
died shortly after that.
In his search for happiness and an easy living he had
found only fear and guilt. His life was lived in fear of his neighbors
and the authorities and lived with the constant dread of being caught.
He could no longer live openly in the town with his neighbors but was
hated and isolated and an outcast. He was always fleeing even when not
I would much rather contemplate on the rest of the
parable which is positive and happy and does not leave me sad and a
little depressed. The Proverb reads: "The wicked flee when no man
pursueth but the righteous are as bold as a Lion." In Spanish the
saying goes, "El que nada debe nada teme."
When I was a small boy my father was very good friends
with Steve Farnsworth and would go to Garcia to visit them and Uncle
Steve would take us out hunting. I called Them Uncle Steve and Aunt
Ethel because in those days the dear friends of my parents we called
Uncle and Aunt. On those hunts I learned to love Uncle Steve and
admired him in many ways. He was a good man he lived the Gospel of
Jesus Christ in his daily life and served his fellow men and looked
for opportunities to serve. The hunting parties that came from the
United States wanted to go with Steve because of his willing service
and happy disposition.
I always felt special when we went with Uncle Steve
hunting because he went out of his way to see that I was well provided
for and was having a good time. He always gave me a good horse that
would take care of me and saw that my stirrups fit well and when we
spilt up to hunt he would take me with him. He would show me the
beauties of the mountains and Canyons and teach me the habits of the
One day we were riding along the rim of a big mesa that
was covered with beautiful giant Pine Trees with high waving grass all
over the tip of the Mesa. Suddenly Uncle Steve stopped and pointed to
bare patch of ground at the edge of the rim. He said that there was a
Turkey Hen hiding there and asked me If I could see her. I looked
carefully to where he was pointing but could see nothing but the bare
ground. While I was searching the area I saw a little movement and the
Turkey Hen came into focus. She had blinked an eye and her wattle had
stiffened up. There she was sitting very still on ground right out in
the open perfectly camouflaged by her color and markings. She had not
escaped the trained eye of Uncle Steve. After watching her for a few
minutes we road on toward her. Suddenly she exploded out of the ground
and with a few flaps of her wings sailed down into the depths of the
canyon below. Uncle Steve explained that many times the Turkeys laid
their eggs in a nest on the ground like that and were safer there than
other places in the canyon.
On another occasion he stopped and pointed to where I
could see a few extra leaves and grass seemed to be gathered together.
He said, "A Lion has buried his kill there." We went over to see and
found a half eaten Deer concealed under the grass and leaves that the
Lion had used to cover up his kill. It looked as if he had killed it
last night and had eaten his fill and hid the rest for later. Uncle
Steve commented that if we had some traps we could catch him when he
came back to finish his meat.
Uncle Steve explained that to catch that Lion he would
set traps around the buried kill and cut some thorny Johnny Jump ups
to place in between the Traps so that the Lion would avoid the thorns
and step into the trap.
I asked him how he would set a trap for a bear and he
explained that he would drag the bait a ways to attract the bear. Then
he would build a V of logs and set the traps carefully in the opening
and place a stick in front and back of each trap so that the bear
would avoid the stick and step into the hidden trap. He said he always
tied the Trap to a pole about six feet long and five inches in
diameter so that the bear could drag the pole away after he was caught
until his foot got so sore that he would stop. He said that if you
tied the trap to a solid tree that the bear would tear his foot loose
by jerking it. The log was easy to follow so he would trail the bear
until he found him.
I remember one time Uncle Steve and Aunt Ethel took Mom
and Dad and some of us kids on a fishing trip down into Trout Creek.
There wasn't enough horses for every one to ride so some of us walked
from the top down. We caught a lot of fish and had some for supper and
breakfast. When we climbed out I remember the mountain side was very
steep and I was having a hard time climbing fast enough to keep up
with the horses. Uncle Steve came over to where I was and told me to
take hold of the horses Tail that my mother was riding and let him
pull me up the hill. I gratefully took hold of the tail of a big roan
horse that mother was riding and enjoyed being pulled up the hill.
When we got home to Garcia that night we took our fish
down to Uncle Bun's (Byron Farnsworth) home and had a big fish supper
with many of the Neighbors invited to join us. I remember the love and
unity that I felt among those people that lived in Garcia.
Uncle Steve is an example of the righteous being as
bold as a Lion He walked freely among all men and enjoyed their
company. He loved to socialize and especially he loved to dance at the
dances he sometimes would put on an exhibition of Toe Dancing which he
was very good at.
He taught me many things about the mountains. One day
he was hunting with my brother Claudius and they were in a remote part
of the mountains and Uncle Steve told Claudius to wait a few minutes
for him. He said that the year before he had killed a Deer near there
and that after cleaning it he had left his knife on a rock. He said
that he wanted to go get it. He left Claudius and soon returned with
his knife. Even after a year he could remember the exact spot where he
had left his knife the year before.
He taught me how to call Turkey and he gave me a wing
bone from a Turkey Hen which I used for many years calling Turkey
successfully. He taught me to jump using a rock for momentum in the
standing broad jump. After learning how I could jump two feet farther
than I could without the rock.
He loved his horses and took very good care of them.
Even when he packed them he watched to see that the pack did not make
any sores on them. He had some very good horses that trusted him
completely and would go any where that he asked them to go. They would
tackle the steepest trail or swim the river. They had complete
confidence in him.
He was loved and respected by all of those who knew
him. He was kind and loving to his wife and family yet he was
unassuming and a friend to all.
I write this in memory of a man that I consider a good
righteous man who lived in joy and happiness. He enjoyed each day as
he went along whether he was in the mountains or in his field planting
his crop. He enjoyed his association with his many friends and loved
I am including a picture of Uncle Steve doing what he