The Big Chief's Proposal

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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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Setname snowc_sts
Date Created 2005-02-24
Date Modified 2005-02-24
ID 324215
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Title The Big Chief's Proposal
Description Oh, Mother was superstitious about such things, but she wasn't and it did look so elegant. George Peacock had had it sent down clear from Salt Lake City. No one would ever know, so she slipped into the long sweeping calico folds, and was viewing her own charm when she heard a step at the door, a hammering and a loud voice calling: "Me come! Me come! Me make call on pretty white squaw." Mary's heart stood still. Her hands and feet were numb, and her voice almost vanished as she turned and confronted the intruder, for he was none other than Big Chief Walker himself. She dared not offend him. And so with all her courage she acted calm and asked: "Will you have this chair, Big Chief Walker, or did you come for flour? Yes, I'll give you some flour, just one moment, I'll get you some flour and molasses, too." Her heart was pounding and through her mind the word kept racing, "I am alone, I am alone. Don't let him know it, don't let him know it." The Big Chief stood there drinking in the pretty scene. Little did Mary realize what a picture she was, standing there in her sister's wedding dress. The pupils of her blue eyes dilated with excitement until they resembled great deep pools, and her black curly hair, loosened from its usual tight braids fell over her graceful shoulders. Finally he spoke, "Me no come for flour. No come for molasses. Me come for squaw. For white squaw." Mary's wits were whirling. She said hurriedly, "Oh, white squaw is in the field today." But the big chief wagged his head to and fro, shaking his long train of feathers. "No-me want white squaw that is here standing by me now. We want her-have six white horses to trade for her." Mary thought she would faint sure and be carried off, and she hoped desperately he would not notice the rise and fall of her dress at the fast beating of her heart. She managed to laugh and said quickly, "Oh! Me! Me, Chief Walker, why, I can't be your squaw. I am already a squaw." The big chief became vexed. "You're white man's squaw?" "Yes," answered Mary, "see, this is my wedding dress." Stamping his feet and in loud tones he asked. "Who? Whose squaw are you?" And because Mary could think of no one else at the moment, she answered, "Why, I'm George Peacock's squaw." - 22 -
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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 324197
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