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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Setname snowc_sts
Date Created 2005-03-01
Date Modified 2005-03-01
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Title Bothilda's Reverie
Description and she was not alone* Looking cautiously over her shoulder! she saw what Has blocking the sun's raysi the Indian buck she had been -thinking about a little earlier. He moved silently and stood in the open doorway with a bucket in his hauls, thrust toxard Bothilda. Bothilda knew the Indian liked milk, and there was plenty of it cooling in the pans In the cellar. She quietly took the Indian's tucket and started down the stairs. Too late she realized he was following her, blocking her only means of escape should she not be able to discern Ma dsnands. She knew she couldn't let him know of her fear, so she hesitated only briefly, then continued on doim the stairs, bucket in hand. Carefully Bothilda. skUmned the thick, rich crean off the largest pan of milk and poured the milk into the Indian's bucket. Taking the bucket from her nearly-trembling hands, the Indian raised it to his lips and tasted the cool, sweet milk. Bothilda saw the disappointment in his eyes before he handed her back the buoket indicating that che had not given him what he wanted. What She replaced the milk in the pan and put the cream into the bucket in its place. Again the Indian took the bucket and raised it to his lips. Again she saw the disappointment-this tine with just a hint of anger-in his eyes and reached for the bucket once more. What GOULD he want? He wouldn't have brought a bucket unless he wanted something specific-something she wasn't sure she could think of. Was he beginning to raise the club . . . ever so slightly? What could he want? It couldn't be the bread nearly done in the oven upstairs. He wouldn't have brought a bucket for that. It wasn't the milk . . . nor the cream. What was. it he ranted? Tears were beginning to form; she couldn't let him see her fear. Remembering the bread in the oven she also remembered that they had churned butter the day before, and the buttermilk was cooling in the big pan in the corner near the fruit shelves. Could that be what he wanted? It was worth a try! Cautiously, she again took the bucket fron the Indian, poured the crea» back into the container near the allk, and poured the buttermilk into the bucket. Breathing a silent prayer ("Please let it be what he wants, Father. I need Thy help! I'm alone. The faaily won't be back for hours yet!"), Bothilda once again handed the bucket to the waiting Indian. Orce again he lifted the bucket to his lips. Ooce again he tasted the contents. Would he be satisfied? As quietly as he had cone up beside the window, he now turned and left. He HAD wanted the 'buttermilk! And she had been led to think and not panic. Even though she had never heard of ths old buck hurting anyone, she couldn't be sure he wouldn't have harmed her had she not found what it was he wanted. His size and his gut-teral language, and the fearsome club he carried, would frighten -107-
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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 323923
Reference URL