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 pulled Anna around the corner of the house just in time to hear Ruth tell Ma about the approaching Indians. "They're riding towards town," Ruth said excitedly, "and there are no squaws with them." Sister Anderson climbed down from the stool. She didn't like the idea of having Indian braves ride into town when all the men were gone. They might only be trying to sell slave children that they had won gambling or that they had stolen or traded from the weaker tribes. She knew that even simple trading with some Indians could still be dangerous. They had destroyed slave children when the settlers had failed to meet their price. She wished her husband was there to help. "They're probably just begging," Sister Anderson said quietly. "You girls go inside. Ben, run and tell the other women in town what's going on and tell them to be ready for anything. Find out if there are any men in town. I'm afraid they are all out in the fields. Now go and get back here as fast as you can." "All right, Ma," Ben said trying to hide the excitement in his voice. "I'll be back before you know I'm gone." He ran with his message only to find that some of the women had already seen the Indian riders and were gathering their children inside. "You get on home Ben Anderson," Sister Sorenson called from her doorway and shook a finger at him. "I will," Ben called back. "The Indians are coming, I have to warn the others. Ben found that the only man in town was Grandfather Peterson who had been con-fined to his bed for three months. He was the oldest boy for miles. Everyone else was out working in the fields. They wouldn't be back until almost sundown. As he rounded the corner of his house, ten horsemen galloped past him so fast he almost fell over backwards. They pulled their horses abruptly to a halt in the center of town. They had painted faces and wore buckskin breeches and an assorted variety of shirts. They wore their hair long and greased so that it stuck to their heads and had a dull shine to it. They didn't look like the timid, piti-ful squaws that came begging from cowherds. They looked powerful and frightening. The Indians talked among themselves for a moment. Several women had appeared in doorways. Some had little faces peering from behind their skirts. Ben's mother spoke. "What do you want?" she asked. "Who are you?" "My name is Wakara," said one of the Indians. "We come for the body of Charles Schumway." "What has he done?" Sister Anderson asked glancing toward the Schunway house. Sister Schumway peeked through the curtains in the front window. -44-
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Identifier 054_Wakara.jpg
Source Saga of the Sanpitch Vol 6
Setname snowc_sts
Date Created 2005-02-19
Date Modified 2005-02-19
ID 324151
Reference URL https://collections.lib.utah.edu/ark:/87278/s65x272x/324151