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The Bishop's Watermelon Patch

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Title Saga of the Sanpitch Vol 13
Subject Pioneers
Description Stories and poems about early Southern Utah Pioneers
Publisher Snow College
Date 1981
Type Image
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Language eng
Rights Management Snow College
Holding Institution Snow College
ARK ark:/87278/s6xd0ztc
Setname snowc_sts
Date Created 2005-03-01
Date Modified 2005-03-01
ID 324356
Reference URL https://collections.lib.utah.edu/ark:/87278/s6xd0ztc

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Title The Bishop's Watermelon Patch
Description "Let's go to the stream,-' suggested Andrew. Chris followed along in silence. The penny bugs were skipping across the shimmering water, making ripples as their feet moved magically along. Their movement, however, brought little wonder today. Andrew thought about facing the Bishop. Ha would surely have then make up for their crime. She had often said, 'When a wrong is committed, things must be settled before the sun goes down." Andrew knew they were doomed. After what seemed several hours, Andrew felt his stomach gnaw and growl. They continued in silence, however, until they crossed the last field and caught sight of home. The smell of fried ehick- "Ma's cookin' supper,' Andrew said with a sideward glance at Chris whose head was bowed. ¦Ah. I'm not hungry." he said, but Andrew wasn't fooled -chicken was Chris' favorite. "Kaybe Jim didn't tell Ma after all," Andrew said hopefully. ¦He told her," said Chris. He kicked the dirt and nodded toward the doorway where Ma's silhouette stood like a fearful sculpture. Her hand whirled in a circular motion, "Turn right back 'round," she said. "You'll get no supper until you've made it right with Bishop Olsen." She disappeared through the door as suddenly as she had appeared. There was no arguing with Ma. •Cone ob Andrew," said Chris sullenly. Andrew felt his stomach hurt a little. He was sure it wasn't just hunger. "Let's play oa the shale hills," he suggested, pretending light-heartedness. Chris seemed equally eager to forget the duty. The boys rolled and skipped down the Incline a few times, but Andrew didn't enjoy it as much as he thought he would. "I'm hungry," he said at last. "Me too,' replied Chris. He nade a design in the sand with his toe. "I guess we'd better go see the Bishop before it gets dark." They crossed the public square through the prolific sagebrush, Andrew felt as if his heart would burst from his chest. Having Chris walk ahead helped a little. They soon came to the street and Andrew recognized the Bishop's buggy in front of his second wife, Hannah's house. Chris knocked lightly on the door. Then he turned as pale as a pan of milk. "What if he answers?" he asked, his voice -102-
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Identifier 117_The Bishop's Watermelon Patch.jpg
Source Saga of the Sanpitch Vol 13
Setname snowc_sts
Date Created 2005-02-19
Date Modified 2005-02-19
ID 324335
Reference URL https://collections.lib.utah.edu/ark:/87278/s6xd0ztc/324335