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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
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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 14 purify himself, perhaps he could go through the sipapu with Rain. Only after he had properly prepared himself, could he try. And he could start by learning the rituals and chants the next day. For several days Bob studied as he had never studied before in his life. He spent almost all the daylight hours sitting at the feet of the Medicine Man, repeating the chants, correcting his pronunciation, going over and over difficult phrases. The old mystic sometimes laid aside his work and led Bob in a chant, almost as if he were a music master, but often he went on with his work. The day came when he said he had gone as far as Bob would need at this point-when he needed more ritual, it could be learned as he went along. He had been chipping on a spear point, and as he told Bob this, he handed him the point saying that it was a sacred spear head, never to let it out of his possession, and some day it might lead him to his heart's desire. Bob took the point, and tried to thank him. "Remember, my son, with faith anything is possible," the old man said. With that thought ringing in his mind, Bob touched his forehead as he had learned to do from watching the other scholars, which was a plea to be excused, and went back to his sand shelf. It was late afternoon, and Rain was nowhere around. Bob was restless, and wanted to tell her that he would
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Source Original booklet: Pearl Baker: Interviewed by John McFarlane
Setname gr_pbb
Date Created 2005-03-18
Date Modified 2005-03-18
ID 317745
Reference URL https://collections.lib.utah.edu/ark:/87278/s6xs5v8n/317745