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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 image/jpeg
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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Title GRL_SIPAPU_PAGE50
Description Baker Sipapu 50 turned and looked toward Canyonlands, and the distant purpled canyon rims of the Colorado River, where a sudden shower was skeining from a cloud. Jim started to speak, and Joanna put her finger to her lips. He nodded, and when Bob turned back, Jim was leaning forward, listening. "Shoot," he said, the old bonds between them again cemented. "When I left you that morning at La Sal Junction, I planned to fly directly to Kanab, and I skirted along the foot of the mountain to save time. I undid my seat belt to feel freer, and flew along, singing at the top of my voice. As I watched Canyonlands unroll beneath my wheels, I flew over a valley that I had never seen before. I would have bet that you and I had explored every inch of Canyonlands by plane, horseback and on foot, but here was one we had sure missed. It was about a mile and a half or two miles long, flowed toward the northeast, and about a third of the way down, a fin of rock ran out from the surrounding valley rim, ending in a high butte. The fin had eroded some, leaving a saddle between the butte and the ledge, and I aimed for it. I suddenly realized I was flying far too low and close to stalling speed. I shot the throttle forward, and lifted the plane to fly through that saddle. I was aware that a current of air was flowing down from the mountain, and I thought, good! that will help me over the hump.
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Identifier 055_GRL_SIPAPU_PAGE50.JPG
Source Original booklet: Pearl Baker: Interviewed by John McFarlane
Setname gr_pbb
Date Created 2005-03-18
Date Modified 2005-03-18
ID 317781
Reference URL https://collections.lib.utah.edu/ark:/87278/s6xs5v8n/317781