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The Exchange

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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 The Exchange
Description THE EXCHANGE Lora N. McAllister Richland, Washington Non-Professional Division Honorable Mention #2 Short Story "Son, I hope to be back by nightfall, depending on how grandma is. Just you do the chores at dusk." "Sure, Pa, I'll take care of it. I hope grandma is better so Ma and Ann can come home." "So do I," The big man's eyes emphasized his statement. He gripped his son on the shoulder, then swung into his saddle. He suppressed the urge to hug the slight little lad, proudly standing tall, but ten is too old for such an embrace from a father. Peter smiled at his dad and waved from the dusty road. Peter had to squint, because the Sanpete sun was already on the downward swing. The little boy, feeling important, walked barefooted throuqh the dust to check on the cow and horses. He remembered how he had followed his father many times on this sane mission, but this time he was doing it alone. The horses were in the far corner, swishing away the flies. Bessy slowly closed her big moist eyes when Peter walked by her corral. Now walking past the small barn, Peter picked up a campanion. Old Scratch, a big yellow tomcat emerged from the door of the barn, stretched, blinked, and flexed his claws. Old age had made the cat docile and friendly. He tangled himself, affectionately around Peter's legs once. It was August in 1900. The Ephraim weather was hot and dry. Young Peter went inside the little, cool adobe house. The door slammed before Old Scratch and he yowled once. Minute by minute a lonely feeling crept out of Peter's stomach and swept all over hin. It was a feeling akin to homesickness. Peter remem- bered when he was allowed to spend a few days with his grandparents in Manti and he had watched his parents and sister drive away in the wagon. But I was only eight then, and now I'm lots older; he thought. The smug feeling of responsibility returned to smother the homesickness. This was the first time he was alone to do the chores. Pa had gone to Manti to get Ma and sister, and his grown-up son was going to take care of things. Peter went to the bread bin. Ma had made bread last week before she had gone to care for her sick mother. She had taken a loaf to grandma,and Peter remembered she had given a loaf to an Indian woman the same day. When the Indians came to the door they always scared Peter. He often ran to hide in the barn until they were gone. But he was lots older now, and he had stood and watched the Indian woman last week. Peter cut himself a crusty piece of bread and heaped some of Bessy's good yellow butter on it. Aloud, the boy mused, "Sure hope Ma can come home -28-
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Source Saga of the Sanpitch Vol. 7
Setname snowc_sts
Date Created 2005-02-19
Date Modified 2005-02-19
ID 325299
Reference URL https://collections.lib.utah.edu/ark:/87278/s6154f64/325299