Wakara

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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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Title Wakara
Description Ben turned and went outside in the cool morning. The sun was already well over the mountain that seemed to hang right over the canyon road. Ben always thought it looked like someone had cut one side off of it so that they could build a road there. "I can't go with you, George. Ma says I have to stay here to help patch adobe with the girls." Ben said. "Sorry, Ben," George said and he sounded truly sorry. "I wish you could come. I've got to go before the cattle go without me. I'll see you at supper." "Sure, see you then," Ben said trying to sound cheerful. "Don't let the Indian squaws make you wrestle their sons for your lunch again. You almost lost it last time you watched the cattle." "I know but it does make them earn it," George said defensively. "We're not supposed to be too lenient with them. If they work for what they get then they learn to appreciate its value and Ma's bread is pretty valuable." "You're right on that one," Ben said. "I've really got to go now," George said as he turned. "See you later. Bye, Ben." "Bye," Ben returned. He was almost feeling better but he felt worse as he watched his brother leave. He had to spend the whole day in town helping his sisters when all the men were out doing men's work. It just wasn't fair. No one should have to be nine years old any longer than absolutely necessary. Ben had been responsible for seeing that the Indians didn't drive off the cattle since he had turned eight. The Indians would drive off unattended cattle and then claim that they had just wandered away and had no owners. The settlers had taken to letting small boys watch the cattle. If someone were attending the cattle, the Indians would leave them alone. Host of the time the Indians tried to beg from the settlers. Wakara had invited the settlers to Sanpete Valley in 1849, four years before. Sometimes it looked like he had only wanted to provide a clear source of cattle to drive off and horses to steal and people to beg from, for his tribe. Sometimes the squaws would come begging for the lunches of the boys who watched the cattle. If they felt bold, they asked Ben to wrestle one of their sons for the lunch. He usually won, but sometimes he ended up sitting on a rock chewing a blade of grass and watching the squaw and her children eat the homemade bread he and his brother loved so much. "Ben," Sister Anderson called from the doorway. "Let's get started. Day-dreaming won't get the walls patched." "I'm coming," Ben said as he kicked a clod of dirt. He thought about the dull day ahead and sighed. He much preferred the company and stories of his father. He knew a lot about the Indians. He had been called to be an Indian farmer. That meant he went and helped the Indians plant their small fields. He taught them -41-
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Identifier 051_Wakara.jpg
Source Saga of the Sanpitch Vol 6
Setname snowc_sts
Date Created 2005-02-19
Date Modified 2005-02-19
ID 324148
Reference URL https://collections.lib.utah.edu/ark:/87278/s65x272x/324148