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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
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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 most of the pioneers called tents and caves in the earth their homes. A school house adjacent to the homes was near comple-tion. As she walked, the picture of the copper-colored chief on the white horse possessed her mind. She had heard stories of fool-hardy settlers sneaking from their hoses after dark to view the pageantry of the Utes following a victory against a rival tribe. Witnesses claimed captured squaws could be distinguished by their closely shaven heads. Around a central fire to the accompaniment of pitiless drums they were forced to dance, each bearing a long pole pointed skyward. Affixed atop the poles, the painted scalps of their husband, brother, father, or son vacillated tautingly. Where firelight and moonlight rendezvoused, the beams scin-tillated in rhythm with the ghastly monotony of the barbarous ordeal. Methodically the weakened minds of the squaws were worn barren, like red sand in a strong wind, until tears and sobs gushed forth to interrupt the madness. The painted faces of the Indians grimaced in satisfaction; the fire cast them as picket-fenced ghouls encircling the spectacle. Each sob from a squaw was exchanged for a derisive sneer frora a Ute brave. The monstrous vision permeated Hannah's mind, a dream from which she could not awaken. Her steps became more rapid. The angle of the light lengthened the shadow of her weary body distended by her threatened, bundle and warned her of the sun's inevitable departure behind the wickiups and mountains in the west. Sunset had always been her favorite time of day, but this afternoon she longed to be a god who could miraculously eliminate its brassy, crimson hues from the sky. She prayed silently as she walked. Bless my good husband, Isaac, she entreated. Enable us, oh Lord, to find the answer that will save our baby. Isaac must have sensed Hannah's anxiety as she approached the group of men covered with the mud used to seal the logs, stacked one upon the other to form the school house. Hurrying to Hannah and the baby, the 64 year-old Isaac, his white hair combed forward to frame his face and cover his baldness queried, "My dear Hannah, "he said, a tone of disapproval in his voice, "what brings you out in the weather so late in the afternoon? " -4-
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Identifier 018_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 325350
Reference URL https://collections.lib.utah.edu/ark:/87278/s6wh2n45/325350