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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
Format application/pdf
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 Reveries
Description Indian standing very grim and reticent as Father tried to engage him in conversation. He simply nodded his head and made some declamative motions which only Father could under- stand. Another older Indian, very much more friendly and with black shaggy teeth, placed his brown hand on my head, and stooping down he gave me a very hearty laugh. The odor of onions lingered with me for the balance of the day. Gopher meat was the treat of the day for some of the Indians who camped there, and I have seen Father chuckle as he watched a squaw sitting over a gopher hole with club raised and ready. I remember how angry Father would become when he spoke of the friendly Indian that was killed within the stockade by a degenerate Indian-hating white man. The Indian was shot down while on his way to take his place on the line of fire during an attack. This Indian had done scout work for the whites and was very friendly. The mind drifts back through the channels of time, to bring back to fond memory incidents both important and minor when people struggled every day in prayer and in faith to keep the body and soul alive. Even in my youth the order of the day was hard work and perserverance, with rewards some-times small for efforts strained. A little was appreciated and treasured, and in most cases a love of life opened a way. Sorrows went deep when efforts were useless; and even though difficulties were often hard to understand, God in all His infinite mercy tried to make Himself heard by all. I loved my Father, and the morning he became so seri-ously ill, I found that I couldn't go to his bedside; in-stead I roamed the fields, seeking a comfort I could not find. My young mind had been impressed somehow with the seriousness of Father's illness. I was sure he was going to leave us. Later, when I did go to his bed, he took my hand and smiled assuringly. As the days went by, this terrible thing which had happened became more difficult to understand. My father was a strong man. This couldn't happen to him. Our doctor, a German by the name of Cook, came once a day, and each time -83-
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Identifier 093_Reveries.jpg
Source Saga of the Sanpitch Vol 9
Setname snowc_sts
Date Created 2005-02-19
Date Modified 2005-02-19
ID 324856
Reference URL