The Indian Way

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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 The Indian Way
Description dropped into the low rocker by the front room fireplace, weeping quietly. Margaretha could see the frightened faces of the children as they pressed close to their mother, who drew them to her. Margaretha was uncomfortable, because she somehow felt responsible for this great tragedy that had come into their lives. She clenched her hand in a tight fist, and saw her palm turn white, and slowly darken again to match the golden brown of her arms and face. Margaretha was an Indian. She tried to understand that Mr. Hobbs had been killed by Indians as he watched the cattle in the foothills, and thought of the words of the messenger who brought the news of Mr. Hobbs' murder. She wondered if he meant that she, too, should be killed. She reached for a bucket underneath the wash stand, and slipped out of that sad house, going down toward the well-house. Once inside, she skimmed the thick cream from the pans of milk left to cool on the rock ledge, and spooned it into a small crock where cream was kept for churning. She poured the milk into the bucket to feed two calves that were in a little pasture back of the garden spot. Usually it brought pleasure to Margaretha to feed the calves, and watch them hungrily guzzle the cold milk, but today, it was just a chore, and when she returned to the well-house, she thought about the events that she remembered in her life. She was very small when she had come to live with Mrs. Hobbs. She didn't remember much about it, yet no matter how she tried, she couldn't forget the awful loneliness that she had known when she had been snatched from her own people while she and her brother played among the willows. The days that followed, though dim in her memory, still haunted her in dreams and sadness, and came strong again when another sadness stirred in her the lingering terror of their kidnapping. She remembered riding on a horse behind a big Indian, for how many days and nights she did not know, but the final horror came when her brother had been taken from her, and small as she was, she could still remember his pitiful cries as he was left a prisoner--a live child to guard the tomb of an Indian Chieftain. -40-
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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 324876
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