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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
Reference URL https://collections.lib.utah.edu/ark:/87278/s6xs5v8n

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Description Baker Sipapu 28 cliffs, and he found tucked into a niche, a bit of feathers and sticks tied with a dried blade of grass. Before he could touch the lovely little thing, the Indian boy struck his hand down, and explained that it was sacred and must never be touched. Some warrior or brave had made it at great pains and put it there as an offering to the gods either for help in something, or for thanks for their help. Bob couldn't believe that Jim didn't know what the boy had, but he was only mildly interested as the impious little fingers tore the little object apart, scattering the tiny hummingbird feathers on the ground, breaking the little roots and twigs into pieces, even crushing the little sea-shell to dust in his fingers. Bob knew that the tiny slivers were from sacred herbs that had been gathered at great pains over a long period of time, and the shell must have been traded dozens of times to be this far from the ocean. He was too caught up in horror at the sacrilege to protest, and the act was done before he could interfere. The boy then threw himself down on the little, delicate sand shelves left by floods of the ages, and flailed out with his arms and legs, mashing them down. "This is sure a neat cave," he offered. "I never saw such nice sand banks." He ran up and slid down through the ones that were on a steeper slope. "Jimbo, go play somewhere else," his father finally said. "you are making too much dust. But watch for the
Format application/pdf
Identifier 033_GRL_SIPAPU_PAGE28.JPG
Source Original booklet: Pearl Baker: Interviewed by John McFarlane
Setname gr_pbb
Date Created 2005-03-18
Date Modified 2005-03-18
ID 317759
Reference URL https://collections.lib.utah.edu/ark:/87278/s6xs5v8n/317759