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A Hole in the Snow

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Title Saga of the Sanpitch Vol 10
Subject Pioneers
Description Stories and poems about early Southern Utah Pioneers
Publisher Snow College
Date 1978
Type Text
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Language eng
Rights Management Snow College
Holding Institution Snow College
ARK ark:/87278/s6pz56z9
Setname snowc_sts
Date Created 2005-03-01
Date Modified 2005-03-01
ID 323735
Reference URL https://collections.lib.utah.edu/ark:/87278/s6pz56z9

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Title A Hole in the Snow
Description hair from her forehead. "Oh, Adella," screamed Mary Ann with delight. "You know how we love your bread!" "Well, sit right down here by the table then, and I'll see what I can find." Adella sliced hunks of bread for the girls. "Adella," the older girl inquired between mouthfuls of bread, clid you know that the Indians sre at it £i qb i n ? Father winter connnq on they need food or they'll starve. 1*11 bet some of those redskins would surely like some of this bread and honey." Adella was used to news of trouble with the Indians. President Young's advice from the first had been to feed the savages rather than to fight them. Although some white men had been killed and Indians boasted of "white scalps", the settlement of Manti had been lucky. She felt reassured having a strong healthy husband around to protect her and baby Susan. Adelia sometimes wondered, however, what the savages did with the \ery young white children they abducted during their raids. Suddenly, almost ominously, Susan awoke and began to whimper fitfully. Adelia moved quickly to the cradle and picked up the crying baby, attempting to comfort her. Outside what had earlier been a few scattered clouds now covered the entire sky, growing grayer as the moments passed. Bushes of tumbleweed, loosened by the sudden wind, grouped and rolled table and spoke nervously. "Mary Ann and Sarah, it looks like winter is coming on fast. The wind is blowing up a big storm and I think you girls might have just enough time to make it home before the snow flies. Quickly, now, take this crock of honey to your mother and don't dawdle on your way!" The young girls, sensing an urgency in Adelia's voice left their seats at the wooden table without argument and headed for the cabin door. As the latch of the heavy door clicked open, the wind foreed it back and the girls covered their eyes to protect them against the flying dust. They -41-
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Identifier 055_A Hole in the Snow.jpg
Source Saga of the Sanpitch Vol. 10
Setname snowc_sts
Date Created 2005-02-23
Date Modified 2005-02-23
ID 323605
Reference URL https://collections.lib.utah.edu/ark:/87278/s6pz56z9/323605