A Time for Growing Up

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Title Saga of the Sanpitch Vol 18
Subject Pioneers
Description Stories and poems about early Southern Utah Pioneers
Publisher Snow College
Date 1986
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 325758
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Title A Time for Growing Up
Description The team lurched forward in a spontaneous response to the "hee-aw" of their driver, and the sleigh jerked forward on the snowy ground. Soon the horses were moving in an easy, steady gait and the bells jingled and jangled musically to the rhythm of their feet. The sky was as blue as a robin's egg and there was an exhilarating sharpness to the winter air. Somewhere between Spring City and Mt, Pleasant a large crowd had gathered, "What are they doing?" Grace asked. "They're dividing up into teams," replied her brother-in-law as he reined the horses in and pulled them to a stop, "Looks like they're about ready to start rounding up those furry little beasts!" He pointed to one of the groups„ "That's the married men over there, and this other group is the single men's team," He laughed his usual hearty laugh. "Bet the singles will win," he said. "Us married guys can't run worth a hoot or we wouldn't have got caught 1" Grace threw him a silent look, but a group of men broke into a round of robust laughter, just as the hunt began- Orland urged the grays along, heading toward the area where the wire fence would come together. The kids giggled and snuggled down closer, while Grace held a little more tightly to the seat. The people began to spread out, some on horseback and some driving teams pulling sleighs, others walking, hawing and flailing their arms like scarecrows in the wind. Rabbits appeared from everywhere! It was unbelievable! Never in her wildest dreams had Grace imagined so many rabbits in one place. They hopped about in a furry frenzy, their tall ears laying back in frantic fear, their feet making quick tracks in the sparkling snow--only to be deliberately and finally obliterated by the oncoming crowd of determined hunters. Grace watched until it was over. But Mama had been right; it wasn't a pleasant thing to watch those poor little creatures being over-run with no 110
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Source Saga of the Sanpitch Vol 18
Setname snowc_sts
Date Created 2005-02-19
Date Modified 2005-02-19
ID 325641
Reference URL