The Spring

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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 The Spring
Description A stream used for irrigation purposes ran from the pond around the hill. It sparkled and jumped in rainbow colors over the pebbles in the bottom of the ditch--pebbles worn smooth and jewel-like from the constant flow of water. We kids lay belly burst on the ditch bank and noisily lapped up water like a cat, or made a hand cup to drink it from. The bank was coveted with golden buttercups. Many & bouquet was picked and tenderly placed in a fruit jar "vase." Somebody once told me that if I put a hair pulled from a horse's tail into a can of spring water, it would turn into a snake. I gingerly pulled a long "black hair from the tail of Old Bess and dropped it into a can filled with the pre-cious spring water. I carefully placed the can under a wild rose bush and kept my vigil over it every day for weeks. Much to my disappointment, the miraculous change never took place. Each time I peeked into the can, all I could see was the same old lifeless horse hair. The stream widened out where a road crossed it and tiny rivulets branched out from it making a great place to wade on scorching summer days. The stream watered a row of poplar trees. I loved to watch the birds build nests in the tops of the poplars, then scare away intruders with their flapping wings and wild chirping. Some of the nests were attached to the trees at the very top in such a way that they hung down and swung wildly in the wind-but never did they fall. I loved to climb the trees and catch a quick glimpse into the nests to witness the variety of colored eggs. The orchard grass grew lush and green and tall between the rows of red astrachan apple trees-a perfect place to run and play and hide. We haunted the orchard from the first pink and white blossoms until the apples formed and grew big enough to eat. Crouching down in the tall, fragrant grass, with a salt shaker from the house, we stuffed our stomachs with green apples. We didn't care if they puckered our mouths, dried up our blood, or made our teeth fall out (as we were so often warned.) Indeed, sometimes our teeth "became so sore they felt like they would fall out. -124-
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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 325478
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