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
Format application/pdf
Language eng
Rights Management Snow College
Holding Institution Snow College
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Setname snowc_sts
Date Created 2005-03-01
Date Modified 2005-03-01
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Title Bothilda's Reverie
Description his mother-in-law near his own place. She had had to help take care of her grandmother, but she had enjoyed it and had learned a great deal from Grandmother Nielson* not the least of which was how to knit. Laboriously, Bothilda would knit the ball of yarn, learning the various stitches as her grandmother instructed her- Then, when Bothilda had gone to bed for the night, Grandmother unraveled 3othilda's work so Bothilda would have yarn to practice with the next day. Then Bothilda had turned sixteen and had gone to Indianola to work for the Moroni "Pone" Seely family there on their ranch near the west hills. Bothilda loved the Indianola Valley where she could spend her free time riding one of the horses the Seelys kept in the corral. How she loved riding-her long auburn hair streaming out "behind her as she gave the horse his head and galloped through the meadows with some of the other young people who lived in the valley. Occasionally, soaie of the young Indian boys would ride with them, though Bothilda was careful not to encourage their friendship too much. Who knew what . . . Bothilda, though she had had to work hard-as did the other pioneers, young and old-had enjoyed her life so far. There were times she liked to reminisce about her life so far, her home, her mother, her grandmother, her school days-times such as now when she was alone in the house, the Seelys having left early that morning to visit at the other side of the valley-the usual all-day visit. They had asked if she would like to go with them, but Bothilda had many things she wanted to get done today. Besides, if she got her work done quickly, perhaps she would have time for a ride through the valley before the family got back from their visit. Bothilda's thoughts turned again to Indians as she went about her chores. This time she thought of the strange Indian buck who lived near Indianola. It wasn't only the white people who thought him strange; the young squaws teased him when they met him, so he now carried a club which he swung wickedly when one got too near him, Bothilda couldn't remember ever having heard of him hitting one of themj they were agile enough to get out of his way, besides being careful not to get too close. The white girls didn't tease him, but they didn't get too near him, either. And he didn't speak their language, so they couldn't communicate with him that way. The Indians didn't raid much any more, and President Brigham Xoung had counseled the settlers to feed them rather than to fight then. His counsel had been wise, and Bothilda's family as well as the Seely's had heeded it. Still . . . Bothilda had done the breakfast dishes and swept the kitchen. The bread was baking in the oven, and she had mopped the floor. The sun was shining brightly outside the window, and Bothilda hummed a little tune as she began mending the small pile of stockings in the mending basket. Suddenly she realized the sun had disappeared- -106-
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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 323922
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