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Title Saga of the Sanpitch Vol 06
Subject Pioneers
Description Stories and poems about early Southern Utah Pioneers
Publisher Snow College
Date 1974
Type Text
Format application/pdf
Language eng
Rights Management Snow College
Holding Institution Snow College
ARK ark:/87278/s65x272x
Setname snowc_sts
Date Created 2005-02-26
Date Modified 2005-02-26
ID 324158
Reference URL https://collections.lib.utah.edu/ark:/87278/s65x272x

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Title Wakara
Description He walked slowly back to his sisters dragging the tub behind him. As he rounded the corner of the house, he saw what looked like a lot of men on horses riding towards Manti. He watched for a minute until he was sure they were Ute Indians. He could tell by how they were riding that they were not white settlers and the Utes were the only tribe in the area that had horses. Ben quickened his step to tell the girls to come back to the house. Usually the Indians treated the Mormons well, largely because of Brigham Young's constant encouragement to the Saints to treat the lndians as brothers. The Utes were temp-peramental and Wakara's band was unusually temperamental. Wakara could help the settlers for months and be friendly as pie and then get up snorting mad because somebody stepped on his big toe by accident. In any case, the Anderson children hurried back to the house as fast as their responsibilities would allow whenever Indians came near. Their most important responsibilities were seeing that the younger children made it home too. "Ruth," Ben called. "Look out on that rise just south. Can you see those riders?" Ben panted as he ran up beside her. "I think they're Utes and we should go in," Ben said with authority. Ruth clambored to her feet and gazed in the direction Ben pointed. Being more than one year older than Ben, she had to see for herself. "I can't quite tell," Ruth said squinting and standing on her toes. "They went behind a little hill." She stood watching the distance for a few minutes. Little Sarah wanted to see too. She crawled over and pulled herself to her feet with Ruth's dress. "You're probably right," Ruth finally confessed scooping Sarah up in her arms. "I'll take Sarah back to the house, I'm in charge of her. Can you bring Anna, Ben?" "Of course," Ben said. "Anna, Ma needs a little bit more mud to finish the wall. Those riders are far enough away that if you help me and we hurry, we can carry a tubful back to her." Anna could be stubborn at times but she nodded to Ben. They both began gathering the adobe that Ruth had mixed until they had covered the bottom of the tub Ben had brought with him. "That's enough," Ben said putting one last handful into the tub. "You carry one side of the tub and I'll carry the other." Ben waited just long enough for Anna to grasp the side of the tub. He pulled poor Anna, clutching the edge of the tub, after him so that he could tell Ma be-fore Ruth did and so that he could get Anna back into the house before she realized how close the Indians really were and started to cry. In the four years since Anna had been born, she had established a reputation for herself of consider-able note as a crier. Ben didn't want to get her started. She would cry until she hiccoughed if she didn't fall asleep first. -43-
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Identifier 053_Wakara.jpg
Source Saga of the Sanpitch Vol 6
Setname snowc_sts
Date Created 2005-02-19
Date Modified 2005-02-19
ID 324150
Reference URL https://collections.lib.utah.edu/ark:/87278/s65x272x/324150