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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 8 her, her hair was so beautiful, black and silky, and she was so graceful with it. She had a way of running her hand under its fall, palm in, pulling her hand back slowly and letting the hair slip off the tips of her fingers. It looked like a sweeping rainfall on the desert to him, and he named her Rain. A small waterfall cascaded off the front of the cave into a pool at the bottom, with the overflow running down the wash. Across the valley beyond, he could see the burned wreck of the plane, and the blackened butte. Rain fed him gruel from an earthen bowl, and wiped his hands and face with a damp, coarse cloth. Every evening she brought him a bowl of some kind of herbal tea, kind of faintly bitter and a little sweet. After he drank it, he slipped into a deep sleep that lasted all night. His leg was mostly comfortable and he had the feeling it was healing rapidly. After a few days the girl stopped bringing the evening bowl of tea, and Bob was awake more during the night. He was alone; no one remained in the cave at night. In the early morning, the Medicine Man stood at the mouth of the cave and chanted his greeting to the sun. On his way back to the flint bed, he stopped and put his hands on Bob's leg, and Bob could feel the heat go down to the break. Apparently this had been going on every morning before he woke, but now he was stronger, he was more aware of what was happening around him.
Format application/pdf
Identifier 013_GRL_SIPAPU_PAGE8.JPG
Source Original booklet: Pearl Baker: Interviewed by John McFarlane
Setname gr_pbb
Date Created 2005-03-18
Date Modified 2021-05-06
ID 317739
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