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Title Saga of the Sanpitch Vol 06
Subject Pioneers
Description Stories and poems about early Southern Utah Pioneers
Publisher Snow College
Date 1974
Type Text
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Language eng
Rights Management Snow College
Holding Institution Snow College
ARK ark:/87278/s65x272x
Setname snowc_sts
Date Created 2005-02-26
Date Modified 2005-02-26
ID 324158
Reference URL https://collections.lib.utah.edu/ark:/87278/s65x272x

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Description grow and thrive on coal. We have to look into it! He must find out if there is enough to mine!" Price was insistent. Brother Brigham nodded, thinking and realizing the utopium of it all. "Yes, oh yes, our young sugar mills, blacksmiths, tannerys, shops, homes, could all use a ton of pure, good-burning coal. Brother Price, I put you in command of investi- gating these prospects." Ever since Price and his family had left his native coal beds of Pembroke in old Wales, he had yet to hold even a small chunk of coal. After the long separation from his love, the excitement of new, unused, unknown beds chilled his imagination. The crowd was disposed and another session under the direction of Brother Brigham began-except for Tabiona and Price. It was a long, slow process but through a few Sanpitch words from Price and English from Tabiona, hand signs and scribles in the dust, then Tabiona had understood what Price wanted. Early the next day Tabiona was to lead him to the place where more, and more of that coal, like that first deep, black, shining chunk was buried long ago by the hand of nature. Price's stomach churned, turning over and over with excitement of the sunrise. Tabiona slept soundly and dreamed in his loft of how the black rock might change the stretches, echoes, and shadows of the Sanpitch valley. Hoofs in the desert paused as the sunrise broke gloriously over the esteemed peaks. The trek had now stretched into mid-morning and the horses were reined to a halt as the vast mouth of the canyon loomed before them. Tabiona took the lead again and the horses remained tied, and the three continued on foot. The silence that the huge canyon seemed to draw from everywhere laid heavily. Grunts of a warning were all the people of different tongues could muster. The very virgin sagebrush here and there gave way to the hardness of heavier leather soles, while Tabiona seemed to follow some path that neither Price nor Rees could quite discover. "Close, near," was all Price could understand as the party stopped for bear-ings and breath and then Tabiona was gone. Like a flash of silver lightning a short appearance and nothing, as if he had been translated to somewhere else. Price stared at the place that only a brief second before had been filled with his form. The silence prevailed, and lingered. There wasno clue. He was gone, that trusting red brother was gone. Who knew the reason why, though a million possibilities were easily brewing in the confused minds. What to do? To continue on, or to return? He had uttered plainly that it, whatever it was, was close. But can you really believe an Indian who would lead you deep into someplace and then flee like a wounded buck? Not knowing even where to put their feet, they moved on and at a bend they knew that they needed to go no farther. A black vein ran, visible, touchable,without even a pick or shovel, along the browns of clay and rock. It was coal! Now came the moment's handshake of brotherly joy and success. A jumping and yelling for joy of the future, a hat flung soaring into the air flashed before him. Tabiona had showed them what they wanted. The vision of two happy Welsh pioneers passed from his mind into a future of his valley. -39-
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Identifier 049_Heap Burn.jpg
Source Saga of the Sanpitch Vol 6
Setname snowc_sts
Date Created 2005-02-19
Date Modified 2005-02-19
ID 324112
Reference URL https://collections.lib.utah.edu/ark:/87278/s65x272x/324112