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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
Format image/jpeg
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 about farming and about irrigation. They claimed that Brother Anderson could make water run uphill if he needed it to. Sister Anderson, determined not to spend another winter stuffing rags into drafty holes to keep the wind from swooshing in one hole, whipping around the room and rushing out another hole in the opposite wall, had already started to gather things together by the time Ben made it back into the house. She showed the two girls and Ben how to mix the adobe to just the right consistency. "Let the baby help" Sister Anderson said. "But, Ma," Ruth wailed, "she'll spoil everything." "No, she won't," Sister Anderson said patiently. "I know she won't help at all but I can't watch her today and Ben has to help me. Just let her play close to where you are working. We wouldn't want Wakara to capture her and sell her for a slave would we?" "Oh, no," Ruth said emphatically. "He wouldn't take a white child would he, Mama?" "Probably not," her mother reassured her, "but be careful and watch her. You were little too,once, and needed watching. Now it's your turn to do the watching. Ben, help me carry this, please." Ben picked up one side of the large tub full of heavy mud. After he had gone only a few steps the metal edge dug painfully into his fingers and the muscles in his neck began to feel as if they were stretched out too far and might not be able to stretch back. His face twisted from the strain even though he tried hard to make it look easy. "Let's trade sides, Ben," his mother said looking at him fondly, "My arm is tired already." "All right," Ben said dropping his side of the tub so fast that he almost didn't get his foot out in time. "If you need to stop, we will. I don't want you to get too tired." Ben did a man-sized job that morning. He carried water to his sisters and adobe to his mother. When Baby Sarah cried, he carried her to his mother for a hug and some motherly help and then he carried her back to his sisters so that they could watch her. When he had time to rest from carrying things, he held a flat board with adobe piled on it so that his mother didn't have to bend over so far to reach it. "Get one more small load, Ben," Sister Anderson said wiping the sweat from her forehead with the sleeve of her dress. "I think we can finish this wall be-fore I have to get lunch." "All right," Ben said. He wasn't sure he could cary another small load but he'd never admit it until he had tried. -42-
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Identifier 052_Wakara.jpg
Source Saga of the Sanpitch Vol 6
Setname snowc_sts
Date Created 2005-02-19
Date Modified 2005-02-19
ID 324149
Reference URL https://collections.lib.utah.edu/ark:/87278/s65x272x/324149