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He Called Me Godfather

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Title Saga of the Sanpitch Vol 08
Subject Pioneers
Description Stories and poems about early Southern Utah Pioneers
Publisher Snow College
Date 1976
Type Text
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Language eng
Rights Management Snow College
Holding Institution Snow College
ARK ark:/87278/s6rr1wdf
Setname snowc_sts
Date Created 2005-02-26
Date Modified 2005-02-26
ID 325605
Reference URL https://collections.lib.utah.edu/ark:/87278/s6rr1wdf

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Title He Called Me Godfather
Description that were smiling up at me. She was clutching a tiny, blanketed bundle to her breast. "I want to thank you before you go away," she whispered. "I pray that God will ride with you." I failed to find appropriate words, so I merely touched her offered hand and moved back into the shadows again. Her husband and the stranger were dim shapes in the faint glow of the lamp. I returned to the stove, and seated with my back to wall, I bowed my head in serious meditation. The significance of the dream evaded me. It certainly was not a recollection of my daily life, nor could it be interpreted as mental processes live over my mind's activities of the previous day. Was some strange force reaching out to me, failing to communicate because of my obstinacy to apply myself to doctrine? I thought about the darkness which had enveloped me, and the distant light which I had strived to reach. Was there some covert meaning here of influential value which I, in my theological destitution could not understand? While muffled activities went on about me, I pondered my questions until kindly sleep again embraced me, and sitting there, I drifted away into a dreamless void. When I awoke, the cabin was quiet. The young father was sleeping soundly on a makeshift bed in one corner of the room, and the exhausted mother was also sleeping, a tiny bundle of humanity pressed to her. Fearful that I might waken them, I quietly gathered my few belongings and left the cabin. The storm had passed leaving several inches of crusted snow. I looked for the strangers tracks, wondering which direction he had taken, but there were no tracks. Evidently the wind had covered them over. The first faint signs of the new day were showing in the east, while above me, and exceptionally bright star beamed through an opening in the clouds, its scintillating light stabbing far into the dark sky, so conspicuous in its brilliance. It was past midday when I rode into the settlement at the base of the big gray hill. The gaudy trimmings of Christmas decorated the one main street, while many windows reflected the -51-
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Source Saga of the Sanpitch Vol 8
Setname snowc_sts
Date Created 2005-02-19
Date Modified 2005-02-19
ID 325538
Reference URL https://collections.lib.utah.edu/ark:/87278/s6rr1wdf/325538