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
Format application/pdf
Language eng
Rights Management Snow College
Holding Institution Snow College
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Setname snowc_sts
Date Created 2005-02-26
Date Modified 2005-02-26
ID 325315
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Title The Exchange
Description tonight with Pa There's not much bread left." Again he started to feel alone. Old Scratch yowled again, his patience about gone. Peter hitched up a suspender with the hand not surrounding the bread and went to the door. Loneliness had crept behind the adobe walls and Peter, almost glancing around the kitchen with guilt, opened the door a bit and let the cat in. Ma had told him again and again, "No animals in this house." Only once had she let Old Scratch in when, in his younger, saucier days, he was suffering from the results of a neighborhood tomcat fight. Old Scratch was uneasy at first, but finally he settled into Peter's lap and Peter settled into the old rocker. About dusk the boy and the cat went outside to do the chores. It was somewhat cooler now. The boy gave Bessy a bucket of oats, and she stood to be milked without a rope. The dark head leaned against the old brown cow. Occasionally he squirted a white, warm stream at Old Scratch, but Pa was a much better shot. The wet cat shook his head and moved to a safe distance to lick his chest and paws. Peter hummed to Bessy, and the cow waited for him to fill the bucket. He was always much slower than Pa but heck, he was lots faster than he was before. When he was allowed to milk before, Pa usually ended up doing the last half. He finally filled the gallon backet and lugged it into the house, splashing a bowlful for Old Scratch beside the barn door as he went by. Now Ma should take over, but, as he had been doing with Pa for the last week, he did again -- Strain, pour, store. Old Scratch could not be persuaded to leave his milk, so Peter did the rest of the chores alone. It was darker now. Even though the days were hot, the desert air cooled quite fast when the sun went down. Peter was happy and proud to have done everything Pa had told him to do, and to have done it well. Peter looked down at Old Scratch as he washed his hands. "And I'm going to help Dad put his horse away when he gets home. And I'm going to take care of the wagon and team. And tomorrow I'm going to get up when Pa does and help. And Ma will be here to fix breakfast again." Peter bent and ruffled the yellow fur. Peter and the cat went back inside the house. Peter lit the lamp and treated himself to the last piece of bread with butter and milk. He realized how much he loved and missed his mother. And sister Ann wasn't so bad, either. In the middle of his thoughts, he heard some movement outside. Great! They're home. Peter junped out of his chair, dumping Old Scratch, and put down his empty cup. Then he suddenly realized he must get rid of the cat. "Pa's home and Ma," Peter told the cat, "You better get outside. The cat wasn't interested in moving, much less in "getting outside," so Peter scooped him up and hurried to the front door. He was anxious to hurry to the reunion with his family. He swung open the door and was about the dump Old Scratch when he cauqht his breath sharply and stared upward into the hard, dark face of an -29-
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Identifier 038_The Exchange.jpg
Source Saga of the Sanpitch Vol. 7
Setname snowc_sts
Date Created 2005-02-19
Date Modified 2005-02-19
ID 325300
Reference URL