Indian Messenger

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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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Date Created 2005-03-01
Date Modified 2005-03-01
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Title Indian Messenger
Description INDIAN MESSENGER Mary Louise Seamons 1774 South 340 East Orem, UT 84057 Non-Professional Division Second Place Short Story Will was almost a man, and he was trustworthy; he had earned that reputation even though he was not long past his seventh birthday. Now at last he was entrusted to care for his family's cattle and was on his way, herding them toward the big field north of town where he was to watch over them. He was a little shy this first day, but soon he would build his knowledge and skills so he would not feel inadequate. He would prove his parents' trust in him was not a mistake. The day grew warmer, and Will felt thirsty and hot, caked with dirt kicked up by the steadily-moving cattle and mixed with his own sweat. Oh, well, soon they would be near the stream, and he could cool himself off in the clear, water-cress-filled water. Lunch consisted of a slab of his mother's homemade bread, with lots of fresh butter and a slice of leftover ham. And, yes, she hadn't forgotten his favorite sugar cookies and the bit of honeycomb to eat together. Will was proud to have his cattle so soon settled, contentedly grazing in the deep wild hay. He, too, contentedly watched the few fluffy clouds in the sky and listened to the happy bird and insect sounds around him. By the time Will had drived the cattle to the appropriate place, watched them through the day and returned them for the night, he was exhausted. It had been a long day for a near-man, and he had ridden the pony his father had kept especially for him as much as he could stand for one day. Almost too tired to eat, he was ready to curl up on his own feather bed and fell asleep almost before his head touched the pillow-too soon to wake for another busy day. The summer days passed quickly. The cattle were usually too busy chomping the meadow grasses to be more than docile, thus allowing Will time to explore and to enjoy his freedom. He watched the colorful bluebirds and haughty bluejays, the shiny blackbirds with splashes of brilliant yellows and reds on their wings; he thrilled to the "Mount-Pleasant-Utah's-a- -10-
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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 325403
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