Art of a Parade

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Title Saga of the Sanpitch Vol 23
Subject Pioneers
Description Stories and poems about early Southern Utah Pioneers
Publisher Snow College
Date 1991
Type Text
Format application/pdf
Language eng
Rights Management Snow College
Holding Institution Snow College
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Date Created 2005-03-01
Date Modified 2005-03-01
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Title Art of a Parade
Description ired he i ip on walk- """ :£*$ .ife had he - ¦ a he ran in that direction only to discover it was the wrong one. This was his first experience at a Black Hawk Encampment Celebration, and it didn't seem like much fun. His stomach kept making noises and felt as if it was trying to eat itself up. He swallowed hard so he wouldn't cry, but he had nothing to swallow. Where could he find something to drink? Then he saw a line of people standing in front of a table« Trie roan behxnd the table was yelling real loud. Melvin walked closer to see what all the fuss was about. The man was digging some white stuff out of a container and putting it in a little upside down dunce cap. What was it? Up close he heard the man yell, "Five cents. Only a nickel. Step right up! Freeze your teeth and give your tongue a sleigh ride. Only five cents. Here you are son, that'll be five cents." Melvin dug deep into his frayed pockets and pulled out only three pennies. The vendor took the three coins and said, "Okay son, move out of the way. Step up folks. Freeze your teeth and give your tongue a sleigh ride." Helvin walked away slowly and cautiously touched his tongue to the cold round ball of vanilla ice cream. What a sensation to his parched dry mouth. The velvet feel of cream dripping down the cone was lapped up and enjoyed as manna from heaven. While savoring his first ever taste of this heavenly dessert he completely forgot about his predicament. But the fear soon returned and his search continued. He was exhausted from wandering all day. He feared he would never see his family again. He had to keep on walk- "*" ing, try to find the right tent. Never in his life had he seen so inany tents and so many people. Perhaps old Chief Black Hawk would send a warrior to capture him, take him 71
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Source Saga of the Sanpitch Vol 23
Setname snowc_sts
Date Created 2005-02-19
Date Modified 2005-02-19
ID 324392
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