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Show 50 "Stop your snivelling, " Papa ordered me gruffly. "Well, John, " Uncle Joe protested mildly. "It is cold. " Sometimes Papa hired all the help he could get, which wasn't too much, as most families in Joseph grew beets, a dependable cash crop, as there was a sugar factory near. We had the wide, flat-bottomed beet wagons and other equipment to go along with the crop. The train left cars for the beets under specially built chutes and hooked onto them when they became full. Beet forks were special implements, broad, with wide tines and rather dull. One year Papa hired a tribe of Ute Indians and, to our disappointment, gave them their own section of beets to work. We could hear them chatting in their language, and were sure they were making fun of us, from the looks they gave us. This stung us to the quick, and we were silent until I remembered "Pig-Latin" which was a craze among the young. It consisted of transposing the first letter of each word to the rear and adding the syllable "a"; "anca ouya alkta igpa atinla?" I asked the rest, and we all joined in, saying nothing much, but the Indians were both stupified and silenced by our new language. There unfolded an Indian romance before our eyes. One girl, married to a Kanosh Ute, was Cherokee, slim and beautiful. She washed her hair in the river, brushed it to two black wings with a bob low on the back of her neck. She was neater in appearance beside the fat, many skirted squaws, and carried herself like a princess. Her husband, Lonnie, adored her, though she obviously felt superior to him. He was trying to |