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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
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Description Baker Sipapu 6 time, and the current of air that had been his downfall, whipped the heat on down the valley away from him. He was safe from the fire, but he still had not survived-he had to have shelter from the August sun. He looked up 'and the cave lay half a mile or so from him, and he headed for it, hoping he had the strength to make it. It was past noon before he crawled into the shade of the sheltering cave, after crawling as far as he could, resting, and then going on, with the last few rests getting longer and longer and the progress less and less. He made it to a sand bank in the cave and collapsed. When he awakened it was dark, and he was thirsty, but still too tired to make an effort, and he went back to sleep. The next time he came to, it was broad daylight, but the sun had not yet risen. He could hear water running--it sounded wonderful. Before he could make an effort to do anything, an arm was slipped under his head, and an earthen vessel of water (he could smell the clay and feel the roughness with his lips) was held to his mouth. He drank thirstily, and lay back. He could see the sun would shine into the cave for a time after rising, and he was glad. In spite of the fact he was covered with a sort of furry blanket, he was chilled and the sun would be welcome. His jeans and boots had been removed, and his leg straightened and splinted, with a pack of some kind of fragrant herb on the open wound the jagged bone had made in his thigh. He had learned
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Identifier 011_GRL_SIPAPU_PAGE6.JPG
Source Original booklet: Pearl Baker: Interviewed by John McFarlane
Setname gr_pbb
Date Created 2005-03-18
Date Modified 2021-05-06
ID 317737
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