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They Call Me Fox

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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
ARK ark:/87278/s6bp00z2
Setname snowc_sts
Date Created 2005-03-01
Date Modified 2005-03-01
ID 323075
Reference URL https://collections.lib.utah.edu/ark:/87278/s6bp00z2

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Title They Call Me Fox
Description the students began arriving. They came quietly into the room and quickly took their seats, glancing at the empty place where the Indian boy usually sat. It was more than a week before the Indian boy ventured timidly back into the schoolroom, and the teacher knew that he, too, had heard of the murder of the white man named Baker, and he wondered if it might have been better if the boy had not come. None of the children spoke to him, and the atmosphere was strained. Each day went by sheer force of discipline, and it was several days before the Indian boy went with the others onto the playground. He was gone only a few seconds when he slipped quietly back into the room and into his seat. Taunting cries from his school-mates followed him into the room. He was a picture of complete dejection as he sat huddled in his place, looking down at the dirt floor of the building. Filled with compassion the teacher walked to where the boy was sitting and laid a gentle hand on his shoulder. As he sat down on the other end of the split log bench, the boy raised his head for an instant and looked into the friendly eyes of his teacher. No tears fell, but the boy's visage was dark and full of sorrow. His head, dropped again as the chant from the white students came through the open door. "Injun, wicked Injun." "They call me Fox." The teacher smiled, then almost chuckled, as the boy brightened for a brief moment, and sank again into despondency. As classes went forward in the afternoon the boy did not participate, but sat quietly drawing on his slate. When school was over, he came and handed the slate, face down, to the teacher. He hurried from the room and disap-peared into the nearby willows. As the teacher turned the slate to look at it, he saw the outline of a beautiful fox, and by it a huge bird. It might be an eagle or a hawk, he mused. Years passed, and Jesse W. Fox had been appointed territorial surveyer and had travelled much about the -31-
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Identifier 045_They Call Me Fox.jpg
Source Saga of the Sanpitch Vol 15
Setname snowc_sts
Date Created 2005-02-18
Date Modified 2005-02-18
ID 323070
Reference URL https://collections.lib.utah.edu/ark:/87278/s6bp00z2/323070