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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 51 Suddenly I was in turbulence that caught me unprepared, and I fought the plane for all that was in me. But just as it looked like we were going to make it, a gust caught the plane, tipped up one wing and it headed for the butte and there was no more room to maneuver. "There was a terrible crash and explosion, and I was hurled out of the side of the plane. I must have missed that butte by inches. I shot down toward earth, hit into the top of a bushy cedar on the top of a cutbank of the wash, and taking a good share of the cedar with me, landed over into the wash with my leg under me. I heard the bone snap, and knew I was in real trouble. The bulk of the butte was between me and the burning plane, but if I didn't get out of there at once, I would be fried to a crackling. "I couldn't walk, but I could crawl, and as I noticed the grasses along the top of the bank were waving in a breeze, thought if I could get above the plane, this breeze would tend to blow the worst of the heat away from me. I made the best time I could up the draw, passing the butte a good quarter of a mile on the side, but still I could feel the heat. Presently the cutbank petered out, but I was far enough away by that time, that the breeze was saving me. "I looked up and saw a cave that I had just noticed as I flew over the valley. If I could make it I would have a chance, but out in the hot sun without water and I wouldn't
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Identifier 056_GRL_SIPAPU_PAGE51.JPG
Source Original booklet: Pearl Baker: Interviewed by John McFarlane
Setname gr_pbb
Date Created 2005-03-18
Date Modified 2005-03-18
ID 317782
Reference URL https://collections.lib.utah.edu/ark:/87278/s6xs5v8n/317782