A farmer claimed to see Indian bones resurrect

Hard to prove but true according to Zeke Johnson (but not verified)

farmingA farmer named Zeke Johnson claimed to have experienced this amazing event. His story is recorded in a letter to the Presidency of the Manti Temple dated April 29, 1940. This letter was reprinted in Mormon folklore scholar Austin Fife’s book “Saints of Sage and Saddle”, (Pg. 217):

“Well, I rented a piece of ground to plant corn on and it had been cleared but never plowed before. As I was plowing it I turned up remnants of old Indian buildings and I saw I was a-disturbing several burials. In about the middle of the patch the plowshare turns out a complete set of bones of a child ‘bout nine or ten years old. Them bones was in bad shape but they was all present.

“So I calls ‘whoa’ to the horses and turns ‘round and looks about two minutes at them bones. And right before my eyes they moved together and took on a fresh bone color. And then I seed the marrow and the sinews and muscles and joints and juices of the body all come together and the skin come and cover it. And so right there in the furrow I saw a-laying on its side the beautiful body of a young girl with black hair parted in the middle. And just as she stood up I saw a white dress come across her shoulders and she was so pretty that I got off the plow and reached to take her in my arms. And when I did that, by jove, she wasn’t there no more!

“I’ve decided it must be this way…That little girl had been put in a shallow grave ‘cause it was winter and the ground was frozen or else maybe they didn’t have no tools to dig in the hard ground with. Well, her grieving mother begins to think how she’d be eaten up by the first coyote that comes along. And just to set her poor broken heart to rest a man having the priesthood comes and tells her not to worry none about it ‘cause the first time that her sweet little body was disturbed in any way she would be resurrected. And I allowed nothing had ever touched that innocent little girl ‘til my plowshare came along and dug her up.”

Farmer sees Indian bones resurrect

3 thoughts on “Farmer sees Indian bones resurrect

  • March 25, 2019 at 4:58 am

    I have been requested to relate an experience I had in 1908 or 1909 in San Juan County. I was just making a home in Blanding and the whole country there was covered with trees and sagebrush. I was working hard to clear ground to plant a few acres of corn. We had five acres cleared and started to plant. My little boy, about eight years old was there to help me. I’d plow around the piece and he would plant the furrow with corn, then I’d cover it and plow again. While I was plowing that piece of ground, I discovered there were ancient houses there, that is, the remnants of them.

    As I was plowing, I noticed that my plow had turned out the skeleton of a small child. The skull and the backbone, most of the bones, were decayed and gone. Part of the skeleton was there, so I stopped, as my plow passed it a little. I turned and leaned back against the bar of my plow between the handles. As I looked at that little skeleton that I had plowed out, and wondering, all of a sudden to my surprise, I saw the little bones begin to move, and they began to change position and to take on a different color, and within a minute there lay a beautiful little skeleton. It was a perfect skeleton.

    Then I saw the inner parts of the natural body coming in, the insides, etc. I saw flesh coming on the body when the inner parts of the body were complete. A beautiful head of hair adorned the top of the head and about a half a minute after the hair was on the head, it had a beautiful crystal decoration in the hair. It was combed beautifully and parted on the side. In about a half minute after that, the child raises up on her feet. She looked at me and I looked at her for a quarter of a minute and we just looked at each other smiling. Then in my ambition to touch her I said, “Oh, you beautiful child,” and as I reached as if I would embrace her, she disappeared. That was all I saw, and I stood there and wondered and I thought for a few minutes. My boy was wondering why I was there, cause he was down at the other end of the row, anxious to plant corn.

    Now I couldn’t tell that story to anyone, because it was so mysterious to me. Why should I have such a miraculous experience? I couldn’t figure a human being in such a condition as to accidentally plow that little body out and see it come alive. The body of a child about 5 or 6 years old, I’d say. I couldn’t tell that story to anyone until finally one day I met a dear friend of mine, the stake Patriarch, Wayne R. Redd, of Blanding Utah. He stopped me on the street and said, “Zeke, you’ve had an experience on this Mesa that you won’t tell. I want you to tell me.” Well, I told it to him. Then he had me tell it to other friends, and since, I have told it in four temples in the U.S. and many meetinghouses and conferences. I wondered and it worried me for years as to why I was allowed to see it, a common man like me, uneducated, why I was allowed to see such a marvelous manifestation of God’s power.

    One day i was walking along with my hoe on my shoulder, going to hoe my corn, something said, “Stop under the shade of that tree for a few minutes and rest.” This just came to me and I thought I would, so I stopped there, and this was given to me. It was the answer to my prayer. I had prayed incessantly for an answer as to why I was privileged to see that resurrection. I was told why: When the child was buried there, it was either in time of war, with the different tribes, or it was winter time when the ground was frozen and they had not tools to dig deep graves. They just planted that little body as deep as they could under the circumstances. When it was done, the sorrowing mother knew that it was such a shallow grave that she called out to the little group that was present, “Oh, that little shallow grave, the first beast that comes along will smell her body and will dig her up and scatter her to the four winds. Her bones will be scattered all over those flats.”

    There just happened to be a man present who held the Priesthood, a Nephite or Jaredite. This man said, “Sister, calm your sorrows. Whenever that little body is disturbed or uncovered, the Lord will call her up and she will live.”

    Since that time, I have taken great comfort, great cheer and consolation and satisfaction, with praise in my heart and soul, until I haven’t the words to express it, that it was I that uncovered that little body. Thank you for listening to me. I just cannot tell this without crying.

    –Zeke Johnson, Son of Joel Hills Johnson

  • November 5, 2017 at 4:00 pm

    I have an account of this incident written by Ezekiel Johnson, and it sounds nothing like this! Ezekiel was not a hayseed plowboy who stumbled upon somethin’ mighty strange and figured he knew what it meant. He was a thoughtful, literate man whose account is well written and says nothing about buildings or burial grounds. He considered this to be a sacred and somewhat troubling experience which he prayerfully sought to understand.


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