Morten's Journey

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Title Saga of the Sanpitch Vol 22
Subject Pioneers
Description Stories and poems about early Southern Utah Pioneer
Publisher Snow College
Date 1990
Type Text
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Language eng
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Holding Institution Snow College
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Date Created 2005-03-01
Date Modified 2005-03-01
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Title Morten's Journey
Description SEGOHD PLACE SHORT STORY MORTKH'S JOURNEY Jean W. Beckstead 500 East Salem Hills Drive Elk Ridge, Utah 84651 The sky had turned yellow on his right hand. It had a pale glow and no clouds anywhere as far as he could see. The horses plodded slowly, and now and then the empty wagon bounced on an old rut. "It pulled more smoothly this morning fully loaded," he thought. He was tired. The day had started 14 hours earlier when Uncle Jen's rough hand had grasped his shoulder. "It's time, Morten. Let's get the apples loaded," He had jumped up eagerly, pulled on his rough clothes and gone swiftly outside to load the wagon* He was taciturn, but inside he was exaited. He'd be alone in the city all day, and he felt some pride, too. His uncle trusted him with this heavy responsibility. If he got a good price for the apples, the winter, when it came, would be easier. Morten had been to the market many times but never on He'd reached Hiddlefort at about 8:00 and had jostled for a good place on the street. By late afternoon he'd sold all but a few culls, and he had set out to look around. One of his neighbors from Hojle Hose, who was still hopeful about selling the last of his produce, had said he would watch the horses and wagon. Morten walked down to the harbor. He looked at the ships and in the soft early evening light he had been able to look across the bay to Fredericia where a few lights had started to blink. He'd seen more of the town before, ljut he liked seeing it on his own. "I'll see more of this world someday," he said. He soon returned to the square and thanked old Nels for watching his rig. He watered the horses and fed them the few apples left in the bed, then clambered up onto the wagon seat. He was strong, stocky in build, a little under average height. As he clicked a 76
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Source Saga of the Sanpitch Vol 22
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Date Created 2005-02-23
Date Modified 2005-02-23
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