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The Arrival

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Title Saga of the Sanpitch Vol 19
Subject Pioneers
Description Stories and poems about early Southern Utah Pioneers
Publisher Snow College
Date 1987
Type Text
Format image/jpeg
Language eng
Rights Management Snow College
Holding Institution Snow College
ARK ark:/87278/s6zc810f
Setname snowc_sts
Date Created 2005-03-01
Date Modified 2005-03-01
ID 323501
Reference URL https://collections.lib.utah.edu/ark:/87278/s6zc810f

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Title The Arrival
Description Finally supper was finished and the few dishes .;ere washed. Tired "good nights" were said and everyone climbed wearily and thankfully into their own before her head hit the pillow. She was tired. Morning seemed to come Loo soon. Sarah Jane opened her eyes and blinked at the whiteness of the morn. Everything was so quiet. She could hear Father and Mother whispering to one another. Outside all sounds were muffled and stilled. Saying to herself that it was too early to get up, she snuggled farther down into the warmth of her bed and ou111ng the covers over hex1 ears and under her nose, she tried to sleep again. Then she heard the neighbors moving around, but these sounds were also muffled. What was wrong? Carefully she brought her hand from under the quilts and raised the wagon cover far enough to look out. Now she understood about the sounds. Snow was everywhere. . .lots and lots of it! It How could so much fall in just one night? dressed, threw her shawl around her shoulders and climbed down into the snow. In some places where tall. The wind was coming from the north with a bitter sting. All the world seemed a cold fairyland, with the tops of the brush poking through the white frosting. The sky had cleared, but the wind kept the branches of the trees swaying and dripping huge chunks of snow on the ground. campfires started. Father and the boys searched to find dry leaves, bark and twigs. Clearing a place in the snow and kneeling on one knee, Father pulled his dry flints from his pocket, scratched them together and a tiny spark dropped onto the bark. It flared and died out. Again Father struck the rupped hands he blew the spark to life. Soon he iad a bright flame burning. An occasional flurry jf snow fell and set the fire to sputtering, bi>!- 70
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Identifier 083_The Arrival.jpg
Source Saga of the Sanpitch Vol 19
Setname snowc_sts
Date Created 2005-02-23
Date Modified 2005-02-23
ID 323472
Reference URL https://collections.lib.utah.edu/ark:/87278/s6zc810f/323472