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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 this with a careful probing, then settled back and relaxed. He was being cared for, and he sure needed it! The first day or two drifted by hazily as Bob fought illness, strangeness and lassitude. He became aware that across the center of the cave, an Indian woman was sitting a few feet away from him, holding a small loom on her lap on which she wove threads from big balls of coarse string, of what looked like a kind of cotton. Sometimes she wove rabbit fur cut into strips into a blanket like the one that covered him. Back up in the cave, at the head of the sloping floor sat an old Medicine Man making arrowheads, spear points and other tools from the flint piled behind him. Bob could hear the tap, tap, chip, chip of his craft all day. Often one or both of these people helped care for him. He had not yet seen the person who was taking care of him, because she (he knew it was a woman because of her light, exquisite scent) seemed to be always back of him, or above his head. On the third afternoon, he did see her. She had gone to the pond at the bottom of the waterfall that tumbled off the lip of the cave, to get some water for him. She was returning, carrying a small bowl, when he looked up. He had always thought the Indian girls were pretty, but never had he seen anyone to equal this girl. She was so beautiful he couldn't believe his eyes. She brought the bowl to him, gave him a drink and settled on the sand shelf at his feet to comb her hair. He was delighted watching
Format application/pdf
Identifier 012_GRL_SIPAPU_PAGE7.JPG
Source Original booklet: Pearl Baker: Interviewed by John McFarlane
Setname gr_pbb
Date Created 2005-03-18
Date Modified 2021-05-06
ID 317738
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