My Brothers

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Title Saga of the Sanpitch Vol 02
Subject Pioneers
Description Stories and poems about the early Southern Utah Pioneers
Publisher Snow College
Date 1970
Type Text
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Language eng
Rights Management Snow College
Holding Institution Snow College
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Date Created 2005-02-24
Date Modified 2005-02-24
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Title My Brothers
Description MY BROTHERS Lora Nielson Ephraim, Utah First Honorable Mention Short Story "Eat your mush-else the Indians'11 get ya," Andy whispered to me, slobbering in my ear. How could I eat my breakfast and listen to Papa, too? Andy was so little, he didn't understand. However, when Mama glanced my way and said, with her frowning brown eyes, "Eat your mush, Peter," I scooped up a big mouthful. Papa talked softly to Uncle Reuben. Uncle Reuben, with a red face, talked loudly back. Finally Papa put his hand on Uncle Reuben's shoulder and nodded. I listened to Uncle Reuben's boots clomp down our wooden porch, plop up our dusty walk. I heard the gate swing back and forth, back and forth. Papa sat down and ate both of his big eggs with his eyes searching the cream pitcher, not saying a word. It was so quiet, and everyone was nervous. Anyway, Mama was nervous-she watched Papa and stirred her cold inush around and around. I was nervous, too. I didn't even chew. Dumb little Andy scraped back his chair and jumped up. "I'm all done, and Pete's not started!" he sang, skipping out of the kitchen. Still watching Papa and stirring her cold mush. Mama softly called after him, "The garden's to be weeded." Papa got up slowly. Mama got up slowly. "I'll be going," he said. "I know," she said. Said Mama to me, "Eat your mush, Peter, the garden's to be weeded." I sure was growing big. Soon Papa would take me with him to fight old Black Hawk and all the rest of those Indians. Did they think they could take Fort Ephraim away from us? Oh no, not with Uncle Reuben and Papa and me watching the walls. I took hold of a weed .and yanked it up. I sure wasn't paying attention to my work, for a carrot was in my hand, and not a weed. Now, that was something Andy would do, but not me. Quickly I ate the carrot-bitter top and all. Green juice slid down my chin. "I'm tired of weedin'," Andy said. - 16 -
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Source Saga of the Sanpitch Vol. 2
Setname snowc_sts
Date Created 2005-02-19
Date Modified 2005-02-19
ID 324183
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