Tribute to the Ute

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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 Tribute to the Ute
Description The Ute must have loved this peaceful homeland. They must have been reluctant to give it up to the white intruder. I can see Indian children crouched benath an overhanging ledge, watching huge raindrops splash on the ground, or on dusty red faces and palms, huddling in a corner with each clap of thunder. I picture them running and playing on the rocks and through the brush and trees, or sitting around a smoky fire inside a cave. Or walking in the cold in their unusual rabbit skin cloaks. They must have been happy before white man came to ruin their hunting grounds and drive them from their homes. Where else can you sit in one spot and watch the night lights of seven settlements nestled among the hills? Or walk along a country road with the sky so clear and close, you can almost reach out and touch the stars. Where have you seen the moon come over the mountain like a huge Lighted pumpkin, or watch a fleet-footed deer sail over a fence on silent wings? Where you can breath air so pure, you can actually taste the freshness of a cool rain or the pungent crispness of falling leaves? Or lie on the grass in the shade of a giant cottonwood and watch ruffled marshmallow coulds floating in the oceans of space. Or feel the breezes about you, setting your heart free to wander along the hillside in search of one silent momento. A precious arrowhead. Your own private symbol of the existence of the original inhabitants of this land. Where have you seen so many shadows of the past? Every town in this county is dotted with old log cabins and wagon wheels, rock walls and swinging gates. Where our forebearers grew tired and left them, still they stand, bare against the elements. From the coal mines of Wales's canyons, to the natural spring that bubbles in the heart of Spring City. From the sparkling streams of Fountain Green, to the archi- tectural masterpiece that stands as the angelic guardian of Manti, to pioneer Indianola and Fairview to Mayfield and Gunnison and all historic corners of Sanpete. This county is drenched in history, and soaked with the blood of those who left their mark in the lonely fields of marble and sandstone. It is stained with the blood of the fearless Ute, our Lamanite brother, who has vanished with hardly a trace, from the land of his fathers, who struggled for survival generation after generation, and was finally From the coal mines of Wales's canyons, to the natural - 6 -
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Identifier 012_Tribute to the Ute.jpg
Source Saga of the Sanpitch Vol. 2
Setname snowc_sts
Date Created 2005-02-19
Date Modified 2005-02-19
ID 324210
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