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The Concert Master

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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
ID 325496
Reference URL https://collections.lib.utah.edu/ark:/87278/s6wh2n45

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Title The Concert Master
Description water. Some bricks were at hand to keep the cat submerged for the required length of time. With the cat inside a securely-tied gunny sack, she quickly pushed it under the surface and reached for a brick. The resulting turmoil in the tub was violent. I was stunned. Water flew in all directions. I had hear of Mexican jumping beans, but never had I eeen a jumping or flying gunny sack. That burlap bag was jet-propelled. We finally caught the THING, and with shaking hands untied the knot. Tom leaped out. The blur he made on departure sug- gested a launch for the moon. Several days later, mother decided to try again. This time she found an old iron stove top which completely covered the top of the tub. We repeated the performance with this "no escape" strategy. I held my breath. The turbulance in the tub shook the ground, then gradually subsided, When all was quiet, she returned to the house. She looked dejected. There was a lump in my throat. I went over to the garden area to find a suitable burial spot. The soil near an apple tree was loose and moist from a recent watering. I dug a grave. The lump in my throat would not go away. I pushed the iron top off the tub, lifted the sack from the water, and gingerly carried it to the grave. Tom slid from the sack in a lifeless plunge to the bottom of the hole. I straightened his turned head in a last gesture and hastily filled the grave. With such an involvement in life and death, sleep that night did not come easy. Next morning, however, the burden of guilt evaporated. We heard a faint scratching on the kitchen screen door. There sat Tom, his eyes full of mud, his coat wet, bedraggled, and dirty. He greeted us with a faint meow! We washed the mud from his eyes as best we could, cleaned his fur, and gave him a bit of warm milk. From then on, he was known as 'Old Nine-Lives'-sire to many, and Concert Master -extraordinaire! Source: Personal experience. -53-
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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 325457
Reference URL https://collections.lib.utah.edu/ark:/87278/s6wh2n45/325457