Joe Isn't Home

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Title Saga of the Sanpitch Vol 05
Subject Pioneers
Description Stories and poems about early Sothern Utah Pioneers
Publisher Snow College
Date 1973
Type Text
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Language eng
Rights Management Snow College
Holding Institution Snow College
ARK ark:/87278/s6tm788q
Setname snowc_sts
Date Created 2005-02-24
Date Modified 2005-02-24
ID 323578
Reference URL https://collections.lib.utah.edu/ark:/87278/s6tm788q

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Title Joe Isn't Home
Description JOE ISN'T HOME Gerald Henrie Provo, Utah Honorable Mention Anecdote My father's eldest brother told this story to me about he and his father who lived in Manti, Utah, during the Blackhawk Wars from 1865 to 1868: I was around 9 years of age when my father picked me up one Autumn morning in his buckboard which consisted of a four wheeled carriage that was minus a seat, and possessed a solid board platform attached to the vehicle with a boxed-in-enclosure about ten inches high. Our baggage was a hand-plow and two lunches. Anyone had to have a keen sense of balance to stand up in this vehicle while the horses traveled-especailly if Dad considered the travel urgent-necessity! We traveled to Dad's field to the north of lower Manti nearly to the swamp-area where we unhitched the horses from the buckboard and attached them to the handplow. "Be my Indian Scout and always watch the Smoker on Temple Hill. Keep your eyes wide open for any Indians that you might see and alarm me immediately in case of danger!" Dad told me as he started to plow. Dad was coming up the field on the second lap when the Smoker on Temple Hill began belching spiraling smoke signals. I ran with all the speed I possessed, told Dad, and we yanked the double tree bolt from the handplow, raced the horses to the buckboard and quickly attached the tongue and doubletree bolt. "Lay flat on your back with your head to the front of the buggy and hold tight with your arms around my legs and we'll be ready for flight!" Dad shouted. No sooner had I attached my arms around his legs than he cracked his whip, and believe me, those race ponies of his were moving faster than I ever want to travel that way again--part-icularly when we hit an unbridged irrigation ditch! Every time we hit one of these too-many irrigation ditches my body 24
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Identifier 036_Joe Isn't Home.jpg
Source Saga of the Sanpitch Vol. 5
Setname snowc_sts
Date Created 2005-02-23
Date Modified 2005-02-23
ID 323536
Reference URL https://collections.lib.utah.edu/ark:/87278/s6tm788q/323536