Rocks and Things

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Title Saga of the Sanpitch Vol 15
Subject Pioneers
Description Stories and poems about early Southern Utah Pioneers
Publisher Snow College
Date 1983
Type Text
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Language eng
Rights Management Snow College
Holding Institution Snow College
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Setname snowc_sts
Date Created 2005-03-01
Date Modified 2005-03-01
ID 323075
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Title Rocks and Things
Description time there were many to be found. It was something to do when the sheep didn't need to be watched too carefully and when one was tired of reading, or the radio wasn't picking up stations, or the battery was run down. Sometimes I wonder what stories he imagined as he found each new arrow-head. He must have thought - perhaps wondered - about the people who had fashioned them so long before. In his col-lection were small arrowheads for hunting small birds, larger ones for larger birds and small game, yet larger ones for larger game. There were even spearheads, perhaps once used to hunt buffalo. They were fashioned from obsi-dian or flint, of whitish-red rock, or rock of many colors in between. I wondered how the Indians had known what to use and how to chip the stone to form the right kind of head for their purposes. I suppose they learned through trial-and-error, through success and failure, through training from older Indians. One day Pat told me he was going to give me his col-lection, except for one tiny, perfect bird arrowhead he had promised to someone. I was excited, but I had learned not to take such promises from adults too seriously. So I waited and didn't think too much about the promise. Then one day there he was, the box in his hands, telling me he had brought his collection to me. I wish now I had known more about arrowheads and life and people so I could have learned more about them... and about him, but then I wasn't old enough, didn't understand their importance. He told me a little about some of the rattlers: the one he had found coiled in the seat of the truck on the west desert, the one he had killed under the tongue of the campwagon, even the one in the campwagon between the blankets as he was ready to climb into bed. The rattles ranged in length from very short ones to one nearly five inches long. He told me about the slightly yellowed, curved teeth. He said they were taken from a bear Dad had found in a bear trap. The bear wasn't dead, and Dad couldn't stand to see it suffer, but you don't free an injured bear. Dad had cut its throat; Pat had taken the teeth and kept them. I won-der if he had known then that one day he would give me his collection. The rock was a pretty red-and-white one, not very big, but marked with delicately even stripes. The bit of -20-
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Source Saga of the Sanpitch Vol 15
Setname snowc_sts
Date Created 2005-02-18
Date Modified 2005-02-18
ID 323056
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