Biography of Calvin A. Walker
by Mary Jean Walker Caldwell
Born in Pleasant Grove, Utah on August 29, 1906, at his parent’s home. He was the seventh child in a familyof 14 children. With a lot of children close to his age he never was lonely and always had someone to do things with. The family had a large farm with fruit trees to tend and pick, animals to feed and fields to plow and harvest. With all this, the family still found time to have rodeo’s, picnics, climb Little Mountain, and go to the Indian Meadow. Calvin had two brothers close to his age: Bill one year older, and Tom three years older. As youngsters “the boys” had a great time teasing and tormenting their older sisters, Rowena and Zola. With the family home at the base of the mountains, this was a natural stomping place for a child to go when they were sad or happy. Calvin never lost his love of his beloved mountains. He knew them like he knew his own yard.
The family home was in the Pleasant Grove Third Ward, and was at the east end of a road which ran from the cemetery to the mouth of Grove Creek Canyon. The 3rd Ward was known as “Monkey Town”. Up and down the road (east to west) Calvin had many friends who ruled Monkey Town. They played a few tricks and pranks that would now put them on probation, but they thought it was all in good fun. He always remained close friends with Les, Roy, and Glen. Calvin was a tease and everyone knew this about him. His teasing was always fun and he could take a practical joke back.
Calvin attended the Pleasant Grove elementary school and high school. His father was a teacher and a principal at the Pleasant Grove schools. He enjoyed school as this brought new people into his life to nickname and tease. With a ready grin and laugh it was easy for him to make friends.
Calvin started calling Lucille his girl at the age most of us won’t let our kids date. Though they would from time to time go with someone else–it was only because the other wasn’t available. He was shorter than Lucille at the beginning. When he finally grew up, they would sit down together and they were very close to the same size. (Calvin just had very long legs and would unwind as he stood up .)
When he turned sixteen, Calvin decided to quit school, get a job, save his money, get rich, and marry Lucille as soon as she finished high school. His Dad helped him find a job working for grand dad Holman who lived with grandmother Walker in Lindon. He was too far out to come home every day after work, so he stayed there all winter. As he wasn’t in school and was now a working man, the high school activities were a no-no. During the long, long hours of the winter with nothing to do after dark, he became a captive audience for his great grandfather’s stories of the early days in the Church. This man, James Alonzo Holman, personally knew the Prophet Joseph Smith and Brigham Young. He bore his testimony to Calvin many times that winter of the truthfulness of the gospel and how he knew these men were prophets. He described them is such detail that Calvin could see them in his minds eye. So strong were the stories, at times he felt like they were right there with them. He listened to stories of crossing the plains and settling the new country. The hunger and thirst the pioneers felt were very real to him. Before the winter was over Calvin went back to school because of this man. His great grandfather also told him to always, no matter what, follow the prophet, for that was the way to true happiness forever.
Because of the year out of high school, he graduated a year late. During the summer he worked mining coal in the Bingham coal mine. Then on to Logan to USAC, along with brothers Tom and Bill. He milked cows at the school dairy to earn enough money to stay in school. He majored in Civil Engineering, the first three years and then changed to education. He planned to teach at the Junior High School level. He earned his B.S. degree in 1929.
The summer of 1928 found Calvin working at Yellowstone. He worked on the road from Yellowstone to Bozeman, along the Madison River. The construction workers would go into town to get drunk after work and Calvin was the worker assigned to go to West Yellowstone after them in the dump truck each evening.
He would load them in the back of the truck, drive them back to camp, raise the dumper, and roll them out. The boss trusted Calvin because he knew he wouldn’t drink.
One evening after work he was unharnessing the mules, got behind them and one, 2200 pound mule kicked him, tossing him 100 feet. This accident resulted in a popped spleen and one out of commission kidney, leaving a scar from his sternum to below his belly button because of the operation performed to find the extent of the injuries. His father and Josie went to him immediately. For a long time they were not sure he would survive. When they did release him to go home with his family he was told he only had a few years to live because of the lose of the spleen. The pain killer given to him while he recuperated was morphine; which left him addicted. Though he would overcome the dependency he would always be an addict and couldn’t ever take it again. He always had an empathy for those with similar problems.
Calvin married his childhood sweetheart, Lucille Wright, on August 29, 1929 in the Salt Lake Temple. They immediately loaded up in their car, newly purchased and in hock for, and left for Duchesne. Here Calvin had a job to teach school. He taught everything from girls P.E. to shop, with a smattering of math and science. He often laughed at the P.E. assignment. While here he hiked all over the Grand Daddy Lakes and fished all the streams.
Often after school he would fish right there on the Duchesne River for supper. This was a much needed necessity as the country was just coming out of the depression and money was scarce. It was here that he gained a testimony of tithing, as they put it to the test many times, paying tithing first and working the budget after. The principle of tithing never failed them.
He left Duchesne and taught High School in Lehi for 3 years. One of his former students tells about the class project he had to make; a cedar chest. Everything didn’t square up so he cut a little off here and sanded a little more there until all he had left was a very small jewelry box. Calvin never got after the student and let him keep at it until finished. This student later became a teacher and was influenced by the role model set for him by Calvin with the patience he exhibited.
Calvin went back to summer school in Logan in 1932 to get an elementary certificate. He had decided that younger children would be the place to teach and more fun. He then transferred to the Spencer School in Orem.
Calvin loved to play on words. A stop sign wasn’t a stop sign, it was a s-te-ope sign. He could so confuse the kids that he had them saying union for onion or onion for union, he could do it both ways.
He also had his favorite math problem: A rich man had 7 camels. He had three sons. Before the rich man died he gave his oldest son half of his camels, his second son one quarter of his camels and the youngest son got one-eighth of the camels. They were not allowed to kill any of the camels to make the division How did the rich man divide the camels? (This problem is now in the prealgebra books in the school systems. He taught it to fifth grade students in math).
As his children were growing up Calvin taught them to love the mountains. He taught all his family the beauty of the world around him and how to listen to nature. The family frequently hiked the foothills on the east side of town and played in the Monkey Town Jungle. He took the children to all his favorite places in the local mountains–Grove Creek Springs, Battle Creek Springs, Sam Green’s Grove, the top of Timp, Pittsburg Lake, Dutchman Mine, Granite Flat and the old tram at Tibble Fork. When Calvin and Lucille built their new home in Pleasant Grove, it was placed to get the best view of Timpanogos.
He taught his children to ski in the winter on the wheat field at his folks place and at Mutual Dell. He taught them to play tennis, basket ball and fast pitch soft ball. (The last as a result of being the city recreation director in the summers.) Being physically active was important to him.
He often (more often than not) got up in the mornings and would hike from his home to the lake and back before the rest of the family got up. For many years Tom and Calvin checked the moisture on top of the divide at Timpanoke. In the winter they took their sons on skis and climbed from Mutual Dell up and rode them down after finishing with their measurements. In the summer the families went up in a car and played in the meadow. Here he taught his children the names of the plants and trees; also which were edible and which were not edible.
He frequently would recite poems from memory to his children, such as the Raggedy Man, Hiawatha, and Little Orphan Annie. He loved to read bedtime stories (or so we thought) such as Brier Rabbit, Thunder Cave and a book of Tall Tales.
He was a firm believer in early to bed and early to rise. As the children became teenagers this became interpreted as the later you stay out the earlier the ice cubes or ice water will wake you up! No curfews here.
During the gas rationing time of World War 11 he was transferred to the Central School in Pleasant Grove and taught fifth and sixth grade. In 1954 he became the Principal of this school and retired from that position in May 1972.
He took the sixth grade children for many years on an annual fall Indian Trail hike around little mountain going up Grove Creek in the morning, crossing the falls and into the meadow for lunch, and down Battle Creek in the afternoon before school was out. Many of the other teachers offered to go and help just for the trip.
Calvin received his masters degree after he had 7 of his 8 children, in 1949 from BYU. He put into practice a saying he used a lot–“Where there is a will there is a way”. He wrote a history of Pleasant Grove for his masters thesis. The children in his Fifth and Sixth Grades helped in compiling some of the stories in this thesis as part of their history study. The children thought it was fun, as they toured throughout the town and found many places they didn’t know about before, such as the old fort wall.
With all his schooling, Calvin did not believe in letting his studies interfere with his education. And so as each of his children left home to continue their schooling, this was the big advice.
In 1918 he registered as a Boy Scout. He never got over this experience. As a boy, he had a terrific scoutmaster, Ed Warburton, and was involved in scouting all of his life. He was a Scoutmaster, Troop Committeeman, District Chairman, Explorer Leader, District Commissioner and District advancement chairman. One year, while he was Scoutmaster with Fred Shoell, H. Walker and Sam Hilton, thirty-four Scouts were awarded Eagles in his Troop 23. Under Calvin plus whoever happened to be his assistants there were 133 eagles in Troop 23 during his tenure. He received his Silver Beaver in 1942 in Prove at the Joseph Smith Memorial. He (along with son Jim) attended the National Court of Honor at Seattle, Washington in May 1948 as the Scouter Representative. This was as a result of he and Jim saving the life of Richard Cromer and his father when Richard fell into an irrigation ditch.
The family vacations were sometimes at scout camp, such as Moon Lake in the Grand Daddies, Mutual Dell in American Fork Canyon and Wildwood in Provo Canyon.
All his children learned the Scout Spirit (Law, Oath, Motto, and Slogan), the constellations in the sky and the Morris Code, long before the age of twelve. Why? Because the scouts met in his home (many not from his ward) and did the stars on his front yard and the Morris code from his front porch to Sam Hilton’s front porch in the mouth of Battle Creek Canyon at the power plant. The story of Gus (as everyone in scouting called Calvin) and scouting wouldn’t be complete without Skunking.
In American Fork Canyon in a cave, skunking was born. Only those who were skunks were allowed to know where this cave was. A scout had to be at least First Class to be allowed to be admitted. The brew the group drank and food they ate, each time the skunks met, was often cooked in his kitchen by his wife. At the end of each meeting there was a testimony bearing time for everyone. When World War 11 broke out and the boys went into the military, the skunks met to strengthen one another before leaving. When a boy received his mission call, the skunks met to bid farewell and when he returned they met for fellowship and friendship.
Calvin was the Bishop of the Pleasant Grove Third Ward, the same ward where he grew up and his dad served as Bishop. He was very youth oriented in this calling. Now the scouts went camping with their Bishop. At Christmas time, as he did during World War II, he sent “his boys” that were in the Korean War a sprig of sagebrush in a letter he wrote to them, personalized for each boy. (He did the same for his children as they moved around the country.) He had some very close friends that were inactive at this time, consequently, he gathered the group together once a week in his home.
This group became active and many went to the temple. Calvin loved serving the Church and being Bishop was just another way for him to accomplish this. Calvin loved to go around the area telling the Legend of Timpanogos, dressed in his blanket and headdress. He did this for family, church and civic groups, always free. Editors Note: The Legend, as Calvin told it, provides a great insight into his philosphy of life and his love of the beauty Utah Valley and the great mountain that forms it’s eastern boundary near Pleasant Grove. Calvin had the legend published–a copy of it is included here at the end of his biography.
When Glen was getting his masters degree at USU he took a story telling class. He had his Dad come up, after everyone in the class had told their stories, as an example of a good story teller. The instructor was very impressed with his story telling technique and labeled him a Master Story Teller.
When his children started to leave home and move away from the area, Calvin frequently traveled during the summer to visit his grandchildren. He had to make sure the children were treating their mates right, but more important his grandchildren were being taught correctly. He also visited the Statue of Liberty, (he asked the guide if the sign that read “All Walkers Free” meant all people with the Walker name really got to go to the top free), Boston, Nauvoo, Haun’s Mill where the Foutz’s had lived, Adam-ondi-ahman, Carthage and Liberty Jails, and the Hill Cumorah Pageant. Each place was very special to him.
Where ever he went he met someone who knew someone he knew, or was related to a friend, or they had had similar experiences. This meeting instant friends was one of his great talents. Imagine moving into a new ward and the Bishop coming up to you in a ward party and telling you that he expected a lot of you because of your Dad. (It happened frequently to all his children as they moved around.)
He loved to get together with his brothers and sisters. They frequently got together for visits or dinner or with their children for a picnic in American Fork Cave camp ground. These were fun for all but important to Calvin.
He prepared for retirement by accepting a call as a temple worker in the Prove Temple a few years before he retired. This was a calling or job he had desired for many years, but traveling to Salt Lake in the winter was precarious around the point of the mountain. Then the Prove Temple was announced and Calvin and Lucille were ready to work.
He now had time to pursue his interests as an artist. He took classes from Carol Harding and gave pictures to his children that he finished in this class (This wasn’t his usual cartooning which was always so fun). He turned to pottery making and took a class a BYU which resulted in his buying his own wheel and oven. He gathered clay from the old brick yard in Pleasant Grove and the old mines up around Occorphur. Every grandchild had a turn trying to make a pot, in fact they got to keep the finished product. He made many beautiful pots that he would give to people who visited with him.
The highlight of his retired years was a trip to Israel. He spent a week there with his daughter Nancy and her husband. Tears would well up in his eyes as he told his grandchildren of this experience and how it felt to walk where the Savior walked. He was amazed at how short the distances were from one spot to another.
Gus gave his last Eagle interview the weekend before going into the hospital. He wasn’t feeling well but the young man needed and deserved the interview. This young man had his Eagle Court of Honor the night of Calvin’s funeral.
At his funeral a speaker stated that the real tribute to Gus was his family–his children, grandchildren, and great grandchildren who were all there. As everyone left the church at the end of the service, the children of the Central School gathered on the playground and stood at attention in tribute to this man. That is the inheritance he left us all–“Love of family”.
The Legend of Timpanogos
As retold By Calvin Walker
“Loveliness that dies when I forget comes to life when I remember.”
Many, many moons ago, far to the north of here, lived the powerful Nez Perce Indians, who were feared and dreaded by all the Indian tribes in that vast area. Their braves were fierce, fearless fighters. They were large of stature, athletic, and fleet of foot.
Their horses, the Appaloosas, were the fleetest and strongest ever known. They were prized by all other tribes and many a brave lost his life in a thieving attempt to get one.
Blessings from the great spirit naturally brought them the best of hunting grounds. Thus, their lands abounded in fish and water fowl of all types. Deer, elk, bison and bear were also plentiful. Their fields abounded in grains. So, the Nez Perce nation grew strong and were greatly feared by all the neighboring tribes.
One year the great spirit failed to shower his blessings on the hunting and farm lands of the Nez Perce. The winter storms were very light. The spring rains failed to come. Many streams and lakes dried up. Fish and water fowl began to disappear. Grass dried up in the meadows and the big game began leaving the area. The corn, squash and bean fields began to wither for the want of water.
Because their land had been blessed by the Great Spirit for so long, the Nez Perce did not sense the danger of famine. But, when the children and older people began to cry because of hunger, alarm began to fill the tribe. Their fine prized horses were even getting weak and bony.
The good old chief called a council of all the braves, and plans and solutions were discussed. Were they too weak to fight or move? Were their horses strong enough to carry them through another battle? Should they desert the old, the helpless and the hungry children? What had they done to displease the Great Spirit? What could they do to again regain his favor? After many long councils, the wise old chieftain said he had a plan he hoped would save them all. With the consent of the council, he wished to send his four sons, one north, one south, one east and one west to the neighboring tribes in peace, to gain permission to enter their hunting grounds. In return, the Nez Perce would discontinue warring with their neighbors, and when the Great Spirit again looked down on them with favor, they would return to their own lands.
The braves agreed. The chief’s sons were called before him, and each in turn drew a stone lot which told him the direction to go. The wise old chief instructed each in his turn. He told them of the things to watch for, and the cautions each must take.
When the fourth son, Timpanac, drew his lot, it said south. The chief instructed him to follow up the river to the south, watching for food and game all the way. “Go on to the south through the pass, past the head water, to a sea of salt where you may bathe for health in the sea. Then go on again south past the salt sea to a mountain pass where you will behold a crystal clear fresh water lake overlooked by a beautiful snow capped mountain. There you will find the friendly “Fish Eaters.” There the land should abound in all things from the Great Spirit.” He wished his fourth son well and signaled him on his journey.
Timpanac followed south up the river, feeding on what game and fruit the land provided, gaining back his strength and beautiful athletic physique by the time he reached the land of the salt sea. He did not tarry long to bathe in the salty brine, as his spirits were too high with the joy of again being in such a fine physical condition. Hurrying on south, he climbed the high pass to overlook the valley. The beauty that stretched before Timpanac in every direction held him long in awe and wonderment. He could not understand why his people had not left their land and come here to live. As far as the eye could see there were signs of active Indian villages.
Cautiously, Timpanac picked his way down to the river that led to the lake. He avoided meeting anyone and hurried on toward the beautiful blue water. As he started southward through the Sumac and willows, following the lake shore, he became aware that he was being watched and followed by a human being.
Timpanac alerted himself to attack and hurried on southward past a clear stream that entered from the east. Every trail seemed to point south toward the central village, where he hoped to find the chieftain of the “Fish Eaters. ”
The cunning follower kept from view, but by the time Timpanac arrived near the Indian village, he was sure his silent friend had been an Indian maiden.
Timpanac entered the Indian village and made the signs of friendship and peace to the braves that came forward. He told them in sign language who he was and that he wished to talk and smoke the pipe of peace with the chieftain.
In a few moments, the braves returned with word that the chief would see him at his fire and would smoke with him. Timpanac followed the braves to the spacious tent of the chieftain of the “Fish Eaters.” Greetings were exchanged between the two chieftains with the pipe of peace. Then the “Old Fish Eater” said he would listen to the young Nez Perce brave’s story.
Timpanac related in detail the wish of the Nez Perce nation, to be at peace with them and come and share their land and game in time of famine. His people would forget war and no longer plunder the “Fish Eaters” villages. They would be at peace forever. His people must have food for their families and horses. Could they come in peace and forget war?
The wise old chief pondered, then counseled with Timpanac. Timpanac must see all of their hunting grounds. He must know how this land was blessed by the Great Spirit to abound in all things that were good. This land was supporting many. Could more come and live in abundance and all be happy? To every corner of the land Timpanac must go with a faithful guide to survey its resources and return to council with the old chieftain.
Turning, the old chief pointed out the guide, his beautiful daughter, Ucanogos. Timpanac was immediately conscious of several things. This was the maiden that had followed him along the lake shore. This maiden had been in the tepee all during the council. The days that followed were like a beautiful dream, with Ucanogos guiding Timpanac through a wonderful fairyland. Everywhere was abundance and beauty. Timpanac completely forgot his mission on behalf of his starving people. His thoughts had turned to the beautiful princess and her land. They roamed the valley for many suns, and their thoughts seemed to be ever of each other. Why could not such beauty go on forever unmolested?
Alas, jealous braves and maidens were to be found in every village. For many moons braves had sought out the fair Ucanogos. None had been received with favor. Many claimed she was sent by the Great Spirit because of her beauty, skill and fleetness. Was it fair to have their princess go to a stranger? The maidens agreed. Timpanac was a stranger, yet they worshipped him because of his great physique and litheness, and he should belong to them. The princess belonged to the tribe.
The jealous, angry tribesmen voiced their protest openly and loudly to their chieftain. He must act to keep the unity of his people. The old chieftain was puzzled. He must not lose his princess nor his people. One day a call was sent for all the braves to meet in council with the chief of the tribe. At the council fire that night, the wise old chieftain told the braves that he wished his daughter to marry an eligible brave. The brave that married his daughter must prove himself worthy. He must have endurance, strength, skill and be a fearless leader, able to carry on. He told them that a series of contests had been prepared to test their abilities. Any brave who wished could enter and the winner could claim Ucanogos for his wife. All contestants wishing to enter must be at the council fire at dawn next morning.
At dawn the council fire area was filled with braves. Timpanac was present. The old chieftain raised his hand and everyone listened for instructions. “Today we begin a series of contests to test your abilities, the winner of which will win Princess Ucanogos for a wife. The contests shall last for three days. The one with the highest score for the three days will be declared the winner. Each day you will travel alone without weapons or clothing except for a loin cloth. Any brave breaking any rule shall be severely punished.
“Today you shall leave this fire and seek out game. The one returning to this fire before the set of the sun with the largest game shall be declared the winner of the day. Leave all your weapons and clothing, except your loin cloth, in this council area.” The old chieftain then signaled them to leave.
As the day wore by, braves began returning with their prizes. Some brought large fish, others water fowl, antelope and other large game. All were brought to the fire. Just as the sun was beginning to set in the west, Timpanac came laboring in with an enormous grizzly bear and placed it before the fire. A cold silence passed over the assembled group as they eyed the huge creature lying before them. Many stole forward to see if it had been killed illegally. Murmuring and whispering started. Was this a mortal being they were competing with? Something must be done or they would lose their princess. As the sun set, the old chieftain signaled them to leave. The day’s contest was over. They must return at dawn to receive instructions for the next day. At the break of dawn the old chieftain raised his hand and all awaited his instructions for the day. “Today we test for fleetness and endurance. You are to travel as you did yesterday, with just a loin cloth. You are to start southward and go all the way around our crystal clear lake and return here. The first to return shall be declared the day’s winner.”
He waved his arm for a starting signal and the braves left in a burst of speed. Timpanac lagged behind to save his strength. As he rounded the south end of the lake and started northward, he quickened his pace. When he reached the north end of the lake and crossed the river, he was again in familiar territory and near the lead in the race.
The day was going fast. He knew he must hurry. As Timpanac rushed on southward through the sumac and willows, a brave leaped at him with a knife, bent on taking his life. Timpanac was forced to dispose of him quickly. Three times he was ambushed and forced to destroy the braves. The delays required him to put forth all his remaining strength in a burst of speed to finish the race first.
As the braves came straggling in, there were shouts of “murder”, “foul play” and “burn him”. The tempo of anger gained as the crowd grew. The old chief finally raised his hand for silence. He told them it was late and there was not time to hear all the stories, but after the next day’s contest all would have a chance to be heard and the guilty would be punished. They must go and rest for the night and be back at dawn, as the next contest was even more severe. The braves left in small groups. They were sure Timpanac was not mortal and must be dealt with accordingly, lest something evil overtake them.
At dawn the next morning, all those wishing to continue in the contest were at the council fire. The old chieftain raised his hand again and said, “Today you will travel as before and without weapons. You are to go eastward to the top of the highest peak on yonder mountain. You are to return before the set of the sun. The first to return shall be the winner of this day.”
He waved his arm for the starting signal and the braves left, all but Timpanac. He found Ucanogos waiting near the river under a large cottonwood tree, where they had spent many happy hours together. Ucanogos took Timpanac by the hand to assure him that she and her father understood what had happened the previous day. Timpanac must travel with caution and be on the alert for any type of danger. She bade him good speed on his way, with her best wishes for his return to claim his prize.
With a light heart and happy memories of their many days together, Timpanac left Ucanogos and sped eastward along the river and into the canyon. He followed the first stream to the left, up its narrow winding course over the cataracts and falls into the beautiful meadows of flowers. He tarried in the flowering meadows, then moved ever upward. On reaching the giant snow banks flanked with beds of flowers and streams, he paused again and longed for the day he could bring the beautiful Ucanogos here. Together they could wander in the beauties the Great Spirit had created for men. Such a place was created for people with hearts like theirs. With slow skilled footsteps he picked his way up the snowbanks that led him to the skyline. As he gazed in wonder and awe at the beautiful valley and crystal lake far below, he was sure the Great Spirit had never created anything more beautiful. He fancied he could see Ucanogos under the cottonwood tree near the river watching and waiting for his safe return.
With dauntless hope and courage, Timpanac started up the narrow crest for the highest peak. As he neared the highest pinnacle, some envious braves sprang from behind a ledge to block his ascent. Timpanac had but one goal in mind–to reach the upmost peak and then race back to the valley. He cautiously maneuvered around them. Step by step he backed up the narrow crest toward the peak. As he reached the uppermost crest of the mountain, another band of jealous braves joined the attack. Timpanac, in a misstep during the struggle, fell over the ledge to the east. His body went hurtling and crashing from ledge to ledge, down, down through space, landing at the bottom in a mangled heap.
The jealous braves stared down at Timpanac in stricken horror. Moments before they had gazed upon a beautiful, fearless fighting chief, supreme in all his deeds and acts. Then they, in a cowardly, jealous act, had destroyed it all. Disgust and self-hatred gripped the group, because they had gained nothing and destroyed much.
With downcast eyes, fear heavy in every heart and in complete silence, they found their way back to the council fire. One of the braves summoned some courage and told the old chieftain that Timpanac had attacked them, and in the fight he was forced over the ledge of the great, high mountain. The old chieftain signaled them to leave. But, they were sure that their story was not believed. Ucanogos had followed the account in silence.
At dawn the next morning, the princess could not be found in camp. Her footprints headed up the river bank toward the mountain. She had to find for herself what had happened to her lover. She found his tracks leaving the stream to the left. She followed them over the cataracts and falls into the beautiful flowering meadows. Here she, too, paused to view the beauty, then on she went, up to the snow banks flanked by beds of flowers. Here again he had lingered in awe of the beauty that spread before him.
Ucanogos followed his trail as though she had been with him stepping where he had stepped, climbing up the glaciers to the skyline then pausing, as he had paused, where one could see the valley below. Why hadn’t she come with him to gaze at nature’s bounteous gifts?
Ucanogos cautiously picked her way on up the narrow crest to where Timpanac had been attacked. Then she read the story of his brave struggle at the summit of the great mountain where he had lost his footing and had fallen to his death far, far below.
As the fair Ucanogos stepped forward to look over the ledge to behold the broken body of her loved one, all sorrow and hatred left her heart. No tears came to her eyes. The Great Spirit spoke to her and said, “You shall now see him only as a beautiful emerald pool, where his love for you may ever be reflected in its pure emerald waters as your hearts were pure for each other.” Then Ucanogos cried to the Great Spirit to let her stay by her loved one forever. In answer, the Great Spirit rent the sky with lightening and the thunder that followed shook the earth with terrifying force.
The Indians in the valley fell to the earth, face down in terror. When they dared to arise, they beheld to the east of them, on the crest of the mountain, their beautiful Princess Ucanogos in perfect profile, fast asleep. The Great Spirit spoke to them, “Here, towering above you, two beautiful lovers shall remain side by side forever. Beauty shall ever be present. The birds and streams and trees and breezes shall bring them beautiful music. The plants and flowers shall bloom and send forth their finest fragrances. The winds shall ever keep them company, bringing beautiful blankets of clouds, rain and snow to show all the purity of their hearts. Anyone who trods the trails this way shall do so in reverence and respect. Henceforth and forever, Timpanac and Ucanogos shall be joined and remain side by side throughout eternity, and they shall be known through the ages as Timpanogos.”