Copied from the William Robert Cazier and Delia Jane Alvord history, pg 11.

WHOSE LAND THIS?

Robert Montgomery, Sr., with his family, was one of the first dozen or so men to settle in North Ogden in the early 1850’s. The land he chose was located on the fertile bottom land section across the street from where the cannery building now stands.

One summer morning he awoke to find that a band of indians had camped on his meadowland during the night.   Picture for your self what the tents, people, horses, dogs, campfires, etc. were doing to the tall grass.   Right.   It was being mashed flat so there was no way it could be cut for hay.

As any typical hot-headed native Scotsman would do, he strode indignantly into the midst of them, taking his young son, William, with him.

The international language of flashing eyes and emphatic gestures imparted without a shadow of a doubt to the intruders that he wanted them to leave immediately if not quicker.   The indians responded with great mirth.   Their gales of laughter infuriated Robert even further.    In a rage he started kicking their blazing campfire to pieces.   Another round of loud laughter was their reaction.   “Heap brave man.” “Much brave” they taunted him as they practically rolled on the ground with merriment.

Finally their chief rose to his full stature in their midst. One slight movement of his hand commanded instant silence so complete that one could have heard a pin drop. Both Robert and William never ever forgot the grandeur of that indian chief at that moment.   He was tall, erect and of magnificent build.   His handsome facial features bore the unmistakable mark of great depth of character.

Looking the white man steadfastly in the eye, he said, “You say get off your land. Whose land this before you came?” Then, with a dramatic sweep of the hand, “Whose Mountain? Whose valley? Whose river?” The truth of his words hit Robert with force. Muttering something about “Stay as long as you like” he and his son retreated meekly back to his house.