The Fence

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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
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Setname snowc_sts
Date Created 2005-02-24
Date Modified 2005-02-24
ID 323578
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Title The Fence
Description "The strange thing about it was that I seldom found that food again. Of course I could always blame that on my hungry oxen or on the curious, friendly souirrles. And then one morning, because I had a great deal of work to do, I walked to the farm soon after daylight. There on the sweet-smelling hay in my wagon box lay Chief Arropene enjoying his sleep before he climbed the hills to his camp. "Without saying a word to him, I just moved quietly so as not to awaken my unexpected guest. Later, as the sun rose over the mountain , I looked to the east and saw Arropene climbing to the crest of the hills. Now I understood about the pressed-down hay and the disappearing food." "But didn't Chief Arropene ever say anything to you about his sleeping there or about the food, Grandpa? Didn't you ever say anything to him?" I asked. "No, Ruth, I never did. Nor did he say anything to me. He just understood one another. I respected him and he re-spected me---as simple as that." But Grandpa, how could you do all the work and walk all those miles to and from the farm?" I Just couldn't pass up the chance for another of Grandpa's stories, and I listened closely as he continued. "Our three eldest children were girls, and they were needed at home to care for their mother who was sick most all those years. They had to do the housework, so really, I had no help on the farm only as I could exchange work with my neighbors. But wait---once I did have unexpected help. Haven't thought about this in a long time. "When I took over those sixty-two acres there was no fence around them, and if I was to control my crops and maybe, someday my cattle, I have to have a fence. At that time, nails were all hand-made and wire was not heard of in our frontier settlement, so I was forced to use the materials at hand. There were plenty of cedars that could be cut and trimmed for posts. A few trips up Manti Canyon gave me long pine poles, and in the lower hills was a plentiful supply of scrub oak." 9
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Identifier 021_The Fence.jpg
Source Saga of the Sanpitch Vol. 5
Setname snowc_sts
Date Created 2005-02-23
Date Modified 2005-02-23
ID 323562
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