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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Setname snowc_sts
Date Created 2005-03-01
Date Modified 2005-03-01
ID 324900
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Title The Indian Way
Description Many snows came and went, and life was hard, but there was friendly companionship among the women of the Indian people. When Chief Tabby called the Indians together, and told them they were going back to Sanpete Valley, Margaretha loaded supplies on to two poles, and fastened them to her pony. She placed her little son, last of all, on the pile of skins and blankets, and fastened him with a leather strap, made pretty with colored beads. Her baby was strapped to her back on a stiff board. As she looked around at the other women, she knew that no one could tell that she wasn't Ute. It was a long hard trip, back again over the mountains, but when the Indians finally made camp, they stopped not far from where Margaretha had lived with the Hobbs family. The men found meat, but Margaretha knew she must have other food for her baby. She took a strong cloth sack, and mounting her pony, rode toward the town. Stopping her horse at the gate by the well house, Margaretha walked slowly up the path to the door of the Hobbs' kitchen. In a guttural tone she asked for "bread" as Dorothea, a grown woman answered her knocking. "Yes, bread you shall have, and milk for your baby." Dorothea slipped a loaf of soft white bread into the sack Margaretha held, and as she turned to find a jar to put milk in, she kept talking. "We had an Indian sister, once. Mother said we should always give food to the Indians, in her memory." She filled a glass jar with milk, and placing a rubber ring on the rim of the jar, she covered it with a glass lid, and put a strong wire over it, to hold it in place. She handed the milk to Margaretha, "You somehow remind me of her; but then, you don't even know what I'm saying." Margaretha muttered a guttural acknowledgment, took the sack, with bread and milk in, and turned and walked slowly down the familiar path. She poured some milk for her little sons and reclosed the jar. She slipped the jar of milk and -47-
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Identifier 057_The Indian Way.jpg
Source Saga of the Sanpitch Vol 9
Setname snowc_sts
Date Created 2005-02-19
Date Modified 2005-02-19
ID 324883
Reference URL