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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Setname snowc_sts
Date Created 2005-03-01
Date Modified 2005-03-01
ID 324900
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Title His Shoulder to the Wheel
Description this was to no avail, Cap insisted that Aunt Lucy come as she was and to hurry! The labored breath of Sal and Sol had formed icicles as it left their panting mouths and some had formed ice on their manes. Sweat had also frozen around their stiff, unwieldy harnesses in the bitter cold of early morning. All the way to Manti, the wheel ruts grew deeper and rougher and almost bounced the near empty buggy clear out of the trail for the wheels. Cap had said, "Don't you worry none old gals, Aunt Lucy's so heavy she'll act as ballast on the way home," he chuckled and kept talking to his old girls. Cap was enjoying himself; he always did in the open. He was always on a beauty search no matter where he went. He saw now a seagull, pearly winged, that was drawing circles in the almost hurtful, blue sky of this clear, western country. Sal and Sol just flew along. As he praised them he thought of Father Morley's kind invitation and of the good food he was missing. "We just can't stop, Isaac, we are on serious business. I've got to get Aunt Lucy back to that young mother or she'll hemorrhage to death!" Cap was so afraid they'd lose both mother and baby if he didn't get Aunt Lucy's expert help to them, and this is what he had tried to do. Old Sal threw her head disdainfully as Cap flattered and talked them home. But they were both reassured at hearing his familiar and calm voice, but Cap was anything but calm! His team had spooked when first he tried to crawl out onto the buggy tongue. But he soon talked them calm again. Just as he would get them to settle down, Aunt Lucy would start to yell and cry out again! What could he do to keep her from getting up every few minutes? She would get hit by one of the flying arrows for sure, he thought desperately. "You red devils, you dirty heathens, I'll kill you with my bare hands if you hurt Cap or me or his horses!" She screamed all this as she waved the buggy whip at them! -63-
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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 324821
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