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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
Format application/pdf
Language eng
Rights Management Snow College
Holding Institution Snow College
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Setname snowc_sts
Date Created 2005-02-24
Date Modified 2005-02-24
ID 323578
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Title Stockings
Description to a fair that was crowded with poor people. As they stood to watch a juggler perform his act, Anson, sitting high on his father's shoulders, saw a little boy next to him on an- other father's shoulders was barefoot. In his childish way, Anson looked at his own feet clad in warm stockings and shoes and said, "Mama, his feet are cold." The parents of the other child heard him and laughed nervously. Anson kept repeating "His feet are cold," over and over. To avoid embarrassing the young couple, Maria and Wilbur took Anson to another place, but still he said, "His feet are cold." And later, when they accepted the story of the Mormon missionaries and prepared to make a long journey to Utah, Anson asked why they were going away from his friends and toys. It is God's will," Maria had answered simply. Anson never ques-tioned this answer. Instead, there was a soft glow of light that seemed to pass through his eyes, giving him a strangely aged look of understanding. Maria had seen the light in Anson's eyes many times before. Always when he was told something that would be beyond his years, something of divinity or of kindness, his eyes shone with wisdom. And Maria shuddered in uneasiness. There was something about this child of hers she could not understand. She prayed she might know what he knew, and still she could not reach the deepest part of his soul. Some children, she remembered again, are too good for this earth. So they sold all they had---even clothing, except a few pieces which they took with them, and these had become thin from wearing. And they began their journey. When she came to the wagon, Anson was still sleeping, the child was resting peacefully. He is an angel incarnate, she thought. But the bouncing of the wagon became worse as the oxen pulled it over rougher ground. The boy in the wagon stirred, made a low crying sound, and awakened to twist and turn in fever. Maria dipped a cloth in the cool water and laid it across Anson's forehead. But in his writhing be could not 14
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Identifier 026_Stockings.jpg
Source Saga of the Sanpitch Vol. 5
Setname snowc_sts
Date Created 2005-02-23
Date Modified 2005-02-23
ID 323550
Reference URL