Copied from George Ebberson, Forgotten Loyalist and Elder of the Church, pg 129.

[The Myron and Priscilla Higley family lived in Mountain Green during the mid-1860s to early 1870s]

When we [Priscilla Ebberson Higley and family] lived at Mountain Green, Utah, there were a tribe of a thousand Indians camped in the hills back of our cabin.

One day while I and my young daughter Mary Jane were washing clothes beside a creek, a young Indian brave with bow and quiver of arrows came up us, took his dirty black shirt and threw it into the tub of water among my clean white sheets. As often as I threw out his old stinky shirt he would put it in again, so I grabbed the wash board ready to hit him over the head if he tried it again. Mary Ann began to cry. As he left, he said, ‘I have no scalp, brave squaw. I scalp little squaw, she no brave.’ When my husband heard what happened, he took a quart of pork to the Chief of this tribe and hold him he wanted the young brave punished. The Chief tied him to a tree, while a strong brave gave him two hard lashes with a bull whip.