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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 20 turned and perched on the farther canyon rim. The dancers sank, still circling, and the wetness from the air sank with them, leaving the alcove hot and dry again. As Bob watched, Rain and the yellow iris spread their arms and holding the rainbow in their fingertips, pulled the lovely joy of it taut, then flipped it into the sky. The drums screamed in protest. The rainbow arched up, and like a ripple in a quiet lake, disappeared as the drums stopped mid-beat... Silence was absolute... Bob brought his gaze back to the alcove, but the dancers were gone, all except Rain, who was still atop the spire. As he watched she put one hand above her head, the other hand over that as if she was grasping a rope, and swung across the canyon toward him, her opalescent robes from pale heliotrope to royal purple streaming around her. She landed at his side, clad in her usual homespun tunic. Bob stood transfixed, stunned by the beauty and passion of the dance and music; one thing only he knew that he had seen the ultimate ballet of the universe, for all times and all people. He couldn't even raise his hand to touch her arm. Rain took his hand, gently pulled his arm around her shoulders, and together they walked around the end of the cave and back inside to sit on the sand shelf. He tried to open his mind to her, but his intellect was scrambled, his being still throbbing to the beat of the drums, his mind filled with flashes of half-formed ideas
Format application/pdf
Identifier 025_GRL_SIPAPU_PAGE20.JPG
Source Original booklet: Pearl Baker: Interviewed by John McFarlane
Setname gr_pbb
Date Created 2005-03-18
Date Modified 2021-05-06
ID 317751
Reference URL