Indian Stories

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Title Saga of the Sanpitch Vol 17
Subject Pioneers
Description Stories and poems about early Southern Utah Pioneers
Publisher Snow College
Date 1985
Type Text
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Language eng
Rights Management Snow College
Holding Institution Snow College
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Date Created 2005-03-01
Date Modified 2005-03-01
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Title Indian Stories
Description while the attacking reptiles, poison hidden under their flashing fangs, hissed as they coiled and struck. In the darkness, snakes crawled everywhere. On the south slope of the gray hill they lay in coils on the paths; they crawled un^er the woodpiles, into the dwarfed under-hrush and under wagon boxes. Into the dug-outs, hissing, they moved, where they coiled in wood-boxes, tool-boxes, cupboards and beds. To seek out these fearsome flickering light of these crude beacons, they strove to annihilate there. On Che precipitous, loose surface of the rocky hill, they slipped and stumbled, often bruising themselves. As they bound up their bruises, their determination to subjugate and bring under control this wild, unconquered region grew stronger. The rocky hill, which appeared to hinder their progress, was in reality a severe but beneficent task-master, for it aroused in them an invincible determination to fight the battles of pioneer life anH win. After the first night of the nauseating conflict, three hundred gaunt, spotted-backed rattlesnakes lay dead. For several nights the unusual encounter continued, until the hordes of reptiles were exterminated, and marvelous as it may be, not a man, woman nor child was bitten. Grateful for the outcome of this experience, which had impressed them with the fact that success in the work of building their zion could only be won by eternal vigilance, the Saints gave thanks to God for their deliverance from this terrible menace. The pioneers had overcome the rattlesnakes, but a veil had been drawn between them and the gray hill, from whose rocky bosom the plague had issued. The hill, with its caves and holes, was no longer an alluring refuge. The valley was green, and it beckoned charmingly. Accepting the invitation, the settlers moved away from their protecting "dug-out." 126
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