Funny and scary story of Karl Maeser Donaldson Jr.

 One night after dark, when Junior vas perhaps ten or eleven years of age, his father sent him up a short distance to the canal to water our horses. Much later his dad said, "I haven't heard Karl come back with the horses. He arose from bed, dressed, and went up to the canal to check. Near the cut of the hill, and in the middle of the highway he found Karl Junior lying on his stomach, head on his arm. Afraid he had been struck by a car, his daddy rushed to investigate. Exhausted after a hard day of work, our son had fallen asleep while waiting for the horses to finish drinking. Young Karl was roused and gratefully brought home.