Bothilda's Reverie

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Title Saga of the Sanpitch Vol 12
Subject Pioneers
Description Stories and poems about early Southern Utah Pioneers
Publisher Snow College
Date 1980
Type Text
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Language eng
Rights Management Snow College
Holding Institution Snow College
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Date Created 2005-03-01
Date Modified 2005-03-01
ID 324024
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Title Bothilda's Reverie
Description BOTHILDA1S REVERIE Mary Louise Seamons teem, Utah Non-Profe3sional Division First Place Short Story Bothilda stretched her short frame tall to reach the clock. Carefully she dusted the intricately carved surfaces. As she went about her work her thoughts were of earlier tines. She remembered the Indian raids when she had been younger and had attended the small school In Mt. Pleasant. Those were the years when the beat of the drums sounding the alert stnck fear in the hearts of the settlers. Then the boys and the teacher quickly pushed the benches against the only door in the school building and covered the one small window with the girls' coats, while the smaller children crawled under the benches-holding back sobs and coughs and sneezes- to wait until the prowling Indians had checked out the quiet school, along with the other buildings In the settlement, and had gone off raiding in seme other part of the valley. As soon as the "all clear" sounded, school was dismissed, and the children hurried hoae. Her ¦other was always nearly to the school by the time Bothilda scurried into the refuge of her arms. Her thoughts had been drifting, and she had almost forgotten to dust the legs of the big, round dining rood table. That would never do. Still . . . She remaabered the day she had seen the buck tormenting the Indian girl-just about Bothilda's age-who was walking up the dusty road, fearfully watching behind her. The Indian buck was probably drunk and had thrown his rope over the girl's head, tightening the noose around her anus and waist, forcing her to follow his pony as It trotted up the street. The girl, unable to keep up, had fallen, and.the buck had dragged her along the road. Bothilda remenbered how her mother had told her to forget the incident as there was nothing they could do. Forget? Bothilda had grown up in the pioneer settlement of Mt. Flea-sant. Her home was near the banks of Pleasant Creek, which ran through the center of the town. The stream, usually calm and pleasant, had claimed the life of her father's oldest daughter, a baby who drowned luring the first year the settlers had lived there. Bothilda wished she had fenown her, but . . . The dusting done, the rooms swept, and the water now heated on the stove, Bothilda carefully filled the dishpan, put in the homemade soap to make just enough suds, and began washing the dishes. When Bothilda was just nine years old, she had gone to live with her grandmother in the little home her father had built for -105-
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Source Saga of the Sanpitch Vol 12
Setname snowc_sts
Date Created 2005-02-23
Date Modified 2005-02-23
ID 323921
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