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The Apple

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Title Saga of the Sanpitch Vol 11
Subject Pioneers
Description Stories and poems about early Southern Utah Pioneers
Publisher Snow College
Date 1979
Type Text
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Language eng
Rights Management Snow College
Holding Institution Snow College
ARK ark:/87278/s66w9876
Setname snowc_sts
Date Created 2005-03-01
Date Modified 2005-03-01
ID 323200
Reference URL https://collections.lib.utah.edu/ark:/87278/s66w9876

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Title The Apple
Description THE APPIJ Elizabeth J. Story Cheyenne, Wyoming Bon-Professional Division Second Honorable Mention Short Story My early years were spent in Mt - Pleasant , U tah, where all my relatives had settled. My father was Clair Jacobson; he was a farmer, a carpenter, and was also very good with animals-especially horses. Each sunnier he would stake at least two trips up the East Mountains to the old Howell coal aine with his tea> and wagon for loads of coal for our coal stoves to keep us warn during the long cold It was August. I had just been baptized, and this August was my turn to take the long interesting trip to the mountain with my father. Always before, one of my three older slaters had been able to go with tan. Father had a good team of sturdy horses. The black mare was named Princess and the big sorrel was Molly. However, for the heavy long haul my father would borrow an extra horse to help pull Che load home. My father's friends told him he was foolish to take the grey mare as an extra horse. She was balky as the result of bad handling and was what was known as a "sour." Father really didn't have much choice as everyone was busy and using their good horses. ficulty. The trip started long before sun-up. I was so excited when I climbed onto the green wagon and seated myself proudly on the green spring seat. The night before, we had loaded the wagon box with fresh hay for the horses, and my mother had packed a large grub bos When I climbed into the spring seat at my father's right side, I had a jacket for the cold, toy straw hat for the hot sun, and also a small cloth sugar sack of summer apples. They were so good to nibble on along the way. Soon we were on the road to Fairview. It was still early morning when we reached Flat Canyon In the mountains. The dew still sparkled on the grass and the trees. They seemed to shlwner in the sunlight. I saw two deer out grazing in the meadow, and they bounded off among the trees as we came upon them. I was overwhelmed at As the day grew warmer, I shed my jacket and donned my straw hat as we drove along toward the old Howell coal mine. My father told ne of the hardships of building the road to the nine. A large
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Source Saga of the Sanpitch Vol. 11
Setname snowc_sts
Date Created 2005-02-19
Date Modified 2005-02-19
ID 323174
Reference URL https://collections.lib.utah.edu/ark:/87278/s66w9876/323174