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
Format application/pdf
Language eng
Rights Management Snow College
Holding Institution Snow College
ARK ark:/87278/s6251g92
Setname snowc_sts
Date Created 2005-02-24
Date Modified 2005-02-24
ID 324215
Reference URL https://collections.lib.utah.edu/ark:/87278/s6251g92

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Title My Brothers
Description So was I, but I didn't say it. Being tired is no reason to stop. I was busy thinking, too. I wasn't sure, but I thought Uncle Reuben had been talking about some folks who had been killed out on the trail. Papa never was too clear when he talked about things like that. Indians were awfully mean. I knew, Uncle Reuben had told me anyway, that Indians had killed my grandma when they were coming to Utah. Papa said Indians were our poor red brothers-Uncle Reuben said they were thievin' heathens. Andy began to wrestle with me. We rolled and puffed in the dust. Maybe Papa was right, for my brother was almost as tough as an Indian - I was tougher, though. We wrestled untill Mama called. I pushed Andy in the dirt and quickly dusted myself off. I ran to the house. "Yes, Mama?" "It's nigh noon-time, son. Could you take this to your father?" She handed me a brown pouch, which smelled mighty good. While I was waiting, she took a pan of honey-buns from the oven. They smelled much better than the bag. "Don't go beyond the wall, son," Mama said, while she wrapped two buns and put them into the bag. By looking hard at me, she silently repeated her command. "I won't, Mama," I said. I had senses only for those warm, sweet honey-buns. Mama popped one into my hand- an extra big one -- then turned me to the door. "Papa's somewhere by the wall." I went out while Andy flew in. I felt very grown up because I wasn't sat down to dinner right at noon. I got my honey-buns first, while Andy had to see and smell his through venison patties and potatoes. I clomped proudly down the porch and plopped down the path. The gate swung back and forth behind me. My bun was too hot to eat. I had to j uggle it in my hand to keep it from burning me. When I got close to the old wall, I saw lots of men resting, talking and eating, but not Papa. I saw Uncle Reuben scowling at his rifle. He didn't see me, though. If I wasn't in such a hurry, I would have talked to him. He always has such scary Indian stories. That's what Mama calls them, too, stories. I wandered around for a long time, but I couldn't find Papa. May be he had gone beyond the wall. I decided to ask Uncle Reuben where Papa was. Uncle Reuben said that Papa was - 17 -
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Identifier 023_My Brothers.jpg
Source Saga of the Sanpitch Vol. 2
Setname snowc_sts
Date Created 2005-02-19
Date Modified 2005-02-19
ID 324184
Reference URL https://collections.lib.utah.edu/ark:/87278/s6251g92/324184