Copied from Walter Caldwell’s sketch on the life of his father and mother, David Henry Caldwell and Fanny Catherine Johnson.

When a boy, I heard my mother relate this story;

“Old Narricut, a very treacherous Goshute, stealthily walked into the house [in Rush Valley] and demanded the pan of potatoes I was preparing for dinner. These he took and asked for more. When I told him I had no more, which was correct, he became very angry and threw one at me, barely missing my head and smashed to pieces against the log wall.”