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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
Format image/jpeg
Language eng
Rights Management Snow College
Holding Institution Snow College
ARK ark:/87278/s6wh2n45
Setname snowc_sts
Date Created 2005-03-01
Date Modified 2005-03-01
ID 325496
Reference URL https://collections.lib.utah.edu/ark:/87278/s6wh2n45

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Title A Ram in the Thicket
Description of the headdress tinkled mockingly. His raven braids were thick; each was enclosed with a copper spiral and metallic brooches hung gaudily from the rabbit fur cloak. "Me talk to Morley. He talk to Morley about papoose." Walker's squaw interrupted annoyingly and spoke with conster-nation in unfamiliar syllables. Walker continued, "My squaw here. She want curly-headed papoose with laughing eyes. " He cocked his head and gazed at the terror-stricken white woman who had grown pale at the merciless request. "But I must feed and care for the baby, " Hannah pleaded, as though the chief might respond to such maternal logic. Walker's face grew stern as he repeated the request with prompting from the grim-visaged squaw. "Squaw want papoose. You no give papoose to her, we burn houses. " Walker grimaced and with finality announced. "We kill your white braves. " Walker reined his mount away from the cabin as if to leave and then, unexpectedly, spun back around to face Hannah. He focused his eyes on the helpless woman, sighed audibly, and spoke, "We be back at sundown for white papoose." Again Walker, his squaw and the brave turned the horses away from the cabin. Hannah stared unbelieving at the three-some as they galloped toward their village. She said a silent, desperate prayer and walked numbly into the cabin. Alternatives raced through Hannah's mind. Her eyes darted around the interior of the small, primitive dwelling, hesitat-ing first upon a porcelain sugar bowl, then a stubby oil lamp as if the answer lay in some inanimate object. Suddenly she knew what she must do. Placing Simeon in the empty cradle she grabbed her calico hat and tied it deftly beneath her chin. Next she took her woolen cape from its hook, wrapped it around her, bundled up the baby and headed for the door. Isaac will know what to do, she thought to herself, the words cleansing her muddled mind like a fresh spring rain. He'll convince the chief not to take our baby. He must. Hannah made stepping-stones of the patches of snow as she walked quickly towards the cluster of cabins that made up much of the settlement. Just twenty such structures had been built; -3-
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Identifier 017_A Ram in the Thicket.jpg
Source Saga of the Sanpitch Vol 14
Setname snowc_sts
Date Created 2005-02-19
Date Modified 2005-02-19
ID 325349
Reference URL https://collections.lib.utah.edu/ark:/87278/s6wh2n45/325349