His Shoulder to the Wheel

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Title Saga of the Sanpitch Vol 09
Subject Pioneers
Description Stories and poems about early Southern Utah Pioneers
Publisher Snow College
Date 1977
Type Text
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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 His Shoulder to the Wheel
Description to start her day. Cap was tough, she rationalized, he was so strong and as clever as any Indian. Here, life had not been all full bin and bushel, but he had never faltered in doing his duty or obeying counsel or helping someone in need. "I'm sure he'll be alright." But there was a question mark in her voice and one formed in her eyes. He had been asked to go to Manti to get a midwife who was the best west of the Mississippi. She had the reputation of being so, anyway, both in this area and others in the western settlements. She'd had much training while working with doctors in the various hospitals as they went from place to place. As she passed the gunny sack covered cooler hanging on the north of the cabin, she dipped her finger into the rich cream forming on top of the pan of milk. She rubbed some on her rough, summer-damaged skin. This felt good and made her feel less tense. She also took from a nail an unbleached-muslin-covered hindquarter of venison. It was frozen solid and she muttered, "I'm so tired of trying to make venison stew taste like the good beef stew my Mother used to make back home." She swung open the heavy plank door of their cabin. The loud, fallen-from-pitch singing of her children brought her abruptly back to reality, as she heard: "Take a lady by the hand...Lead her like a pigeon...Make her dance the weevily wheat... Till she loses her religion!" "What kind of a song is that, and why do you sing so loud?" She knew why they were singing. They were nervous and worried too, and they did it to try to cheer her. She could see that they were as worried as she was. "That's what we sang at the birthday party yesterday, Mamma." This from David Hyrum. He always felt superior to the girls when he could answer first. He was the only son of Cap and Lula, and he knew how much they and his five sisters adored him. They were all very proud of his dark, good looks. "Let's get beds made and then make those rug rags dis-appear. There are still quite a lot of them to be torn and -59-
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Source Saga of the Sanpitch Vol 9
Setname snowc_sts
Date Created 2005-02-19
Date Modified 2005-02-19
ID 324817
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