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Lil' Sojar

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Title Saga of the Sanpitch Vol 07
Subject Pioneers
Description Stories and poems about early Southern Utah Pioneers
Publisher Snow College
Date 1975
Type Text
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Language eng
Rights Management Snow College
Holding Institution Snow College
ARK ark:/87278/s6154f64
Setname snowc_sts
Date Created 2005-02-26
Date Modified 2005-02-26
ID 325315
Reference URL https://collections.lib.utah.edu/ark:/87278/s6154f64

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Title Lil' Sojar
Description To mark the valley of the Sanpitch, loved and known By me from early sight. High and deep on the lofty range Long and tapered slabs of stone are formed in strange Near-likeness to a horseshoe, giant, and bent, Pressed into the mountain crest. Seasons paint between the stones a mound of white, Of colored flora, or misty shroud of blue. At this shrine I stand in a quiet mood, To lose my thoughts in silence of the altitude, And I prize the experience as my own. Yet I surely know, in ages gone, Red men and white have walked upon The valley floor and the towered height, And marvelled at the different stone design. In the future there again will be someone Standing in awesome solitude, Wondering about the phenomenon Existing here through centuries, gone. LI'L SOJAR J. N. Simpson Moroni, Utah Professional Division First Place Short Story Andy Nissen spent the greater part of the morning demonstrating his lack of artistic ability by painting an Indian head on the flat side of his canteen. After the work was finished, he surveyed it critically and wished he hadn's bothered. The nose was a bit prominent, he thought, also the cheek bones. He thought he had captured a fairly good expression in the eyes, however. They were shadowed and looked cruel, the way, he imagined, a fighting Indian's eyes would look. He also liked the braid of black hair, what part of it he could get into the cramped space. Andy's brother, Rich, looked at the painting with a critical eye while he supressed a laugh. "Looks like he might have a bellyache, Andy." Andy ignored the jibe and looked thoughtful. "I'm going into Sanpete tomorrow, Rich. Better change your mind and come along." "No, Andy. I'm going on to the coast." His eyes swept Andy's five- foot-two frame and a taunting srnile played at the corners of his mouth. "You can't be sure the Minute Men will take you, Andy. You stand a little short in your boots." Rich was aware that Andy was determined to join up with fighting forces against Black Hawk, and that it probably would be a loss of effort to try to -41-
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Identifier 050_Lil' Sojar.jpg
Source Saga of the Sanpitch Vol. 7
Setname snowc_sts
Date Created 2005-02-19
Date Modified 2005-02-19
ID 325278
Reference URL https://collections.lib.utah.edu/ark:/87278/s6154f64/325278