A Ram in the Thicket

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Title Saga of the Sanpitch Vol 14
Subject Pioneers
Description Stories and poems about early Southern Utah Pioneers
Publisher Snow College
Date 1982
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
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Title A Ram in the Thicket
Description hastily to his cradle, wapped the boy in the homespun quilt, and embraced him. His name was Thomas Simeon, and like Isaac of old had been born late in the lives of his mother and aging father, He had curly brown hair, and his large, soft brown eyes laughed as Hannah lifted the delightful child above her at arms length. "Indians or no Indians," Hannah thought out loud, "I have my baby Simeon." Returning the baby to her arms, she sought the large pine rocking chair. Its sturdiness enveloped the mother and her son and soon he was sucking in rhythm with its squeaky rocking. Hannah dozed as the infant nursed. She might have slept for some time had not the sound of horses-two, maybe three- awakened, her. Their hooves made a splashing sound as they sloshed noisily through mud and water, one hoof and then the other beating out a rhythm. At first, half dreaming, she imagined that her husband was returning from the innumerable duties that were his as spiritual and temporal leader of the rudimentary colony. She remained in the rocking chair, re-lishing the last moments with the baby, when she realized Isaac had had plenty of time to reach the front door. Like lightning searing the day sky, anxious thoughts surged through her now alert mind. She was alone. Any visitor from the settlement would have long since knocked at the cabin door. Immediately she rose to her feet, the baby in her arms, her heart pounding. Should she open the door, exposing herself and her child to whatever unknown danger might lurk outside? Or would it be better to place the board quietly across the entrance in hopes the intruder would become discouraged and leave. Turning, she scanned the small room for a hint of a hiding place. A voice boomed from just outside the door in a low, gutteral command. "Where Morley, " the chief demanded. His white horse startled, jerked its head back. Behind Walker were his squaw and an attendant brave. Hannah poked her head hesitantly through a partially open door and explained to the Indian, "Father Morley is not at home right now. " She hesitated. "But he should be back before dark. " Rivulets of sweat ran down Hannah's back as a spring wind crept through the yawning entrance. She stared at the tall, sinewy chief arrayed in the para-phernalia of the Utes. His aquiline face was framed with white eagle feathers like the fan of a peacock. Bells on either side -2-
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Source Saga of the Sanpitch Vol 14
Setname snowc_sts
Date Created 2005-02-19
Date Modified 2005-02-19
ID 325348
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