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Title Through the Sipapu: A Canyonlands Phantasy
Subject Indians of North America; Spiritualism; Fantasy
Description Fictional story of creation and the afterlife as seen by Native Americans of Utah.
Creator Baker, Pearl Biddlecomb (1907-1992)
Publisher Baker, Pearl Biddlecomb
Date Digital 2004-07-09
Date 1986
Type Text
Format application/pdf
Identifier 130.xml
Source Original booklet: Through the Sipapu: A Canyonlands Phantasy
Language eng
Rights Management Digital image copyright 2004, Green River Public Library. All rights reserved.
Holding Institution Green River Public Library, 85 South Long St., Green River, UT 84525
Source Physical Dimensions 60 leaves ; 28 cm.
Scanning Technician Nima Rakhsha
Metadata Cataloger Denice Hoffman
ARK ark:/87278/s6xs5v8n
Setname gr_pbb
Date Created 2005-03-18
Date Modified 2005-03-18
ID 317792
Reference URL https://collections.lib.utah.edu/ark:/87278/s6xs5v8n

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Description Baker Sipapu ! freakish thing that happened along the foot of the mountain. Sometimes, for no reason, a current of air would start down from the mountain peak, swing into a valley of Canyonlands, and meeting the up-drafts of the heated air from the sun-blasted rocks, build a small pocket of turbulence and down-drafts that were dangerous. He was in this one before he could do anything about it, and his only course of action was to fly on through it--he was committed. He fought plane with all his skill, and it raised and almost gained stability, when a vicious gust drove up the right wing. The plane turned into the butte, and Bob knew he had bought the farm. The plane hit the rock peak head on, and Bob was flung out the opened door, past the butte, missing it by inches, catapulted down into a big cedar tree on the top of a cut bank and fell over into the wash, taking most of the tree with him. He landed with a thud! and heard the bone in his left thigh snap, although he retained consciousness. Behind him, the plane exploded into flames. He was far too close to this fire, even with the protection of the cut bank, and he figured he had better make a run for it. When he tried to rise, he found that running was out-but he could still crawl, and he set off up the wash as fast as he could manage. It was not a moment too soon; he could feel the searing of the heat from the plane, even protected as he was by the bank. After a couple of hundred yards, the wash bank started to play out, but he was above the plane by that
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Identifier 010_GRL_SIPAPU_PAGE5.JPG
Source Original booklet: Pearl Baker: Interviewed by John McFarlane
Setname gr_pbb
Date Created 2005-03-18
Date Modified 2005-03-18
ID 317736
Reference URL https://collections.lib.utah.edu/ark:/87278/s6xs5v8n/317736