The Last Indian

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Title Saga of the Sanpitch Vol 04
Subject Pioneers
Description Stories and poems about early Southern Utah Pioneers
Publisher Snow College
Date 1972
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 2005-02-24
Date Modified 2005-02-24
ID 325827
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Title The Last Indian
Description emigrated from Scotland to America some years before, were now building their homes along east center street in Fairview; the new homes being located between second and third east. The three sons, Archibald, John, and James were now raising their families and caring for their farms. On this particular summer morning the young children were playing around their homes of logs and adobes when a sudden hush seemed to creep along east center street. Excitement was in the air. The young mothers hurriedly herded their excited bewildered offsprins into the houses. Doors were latched and the humblem make-shift blinds were quickly and quietly drawn, except for a peekhole. An atmosphere of tense expectation hovered in each pioneer home. The anticipation of unforseen trouble seemed to pervade even the personal feelings of the younger children. The beauty of the summer morning was tainted with a spirit of insecurity and dread. Something unusual seemed about to happen. Even the birds, happily chattering from the young fruit trees that had been planted and were now about to bear fruit, suddenly beat a hasty retreat to more remote protection. The cause for this abrupt interruption of carefree activity on east center street soon emerged. A lone Indian-a native of this area-a creature of the forest, slowly rode east toward the rising sun. He had ridden out of the west and was now traveling along the first street he had ever seen. Everything was new to him. Always had he been able to use the free, open spaces. Always had he followed the narrow, dim trails that quietly meandered through the sagebrush, scrub oaks, aspen and pines. But now something new was about to take root and grow in his beloved homeland. As this stately son of another era rode slowly along center street, he stopped before each home and gazed at it with intense concentration, and then he would move on to the next home. He had never seen anything like it before. The fences which were springing up around the houses worried him. He had always been able to roam at will. What would these fences do to his freedom that he loved so much? The ditches that were being dug to carry the lifesaving water to the fruit trees and gardens were a hidden hazard to the feet of his sure footed pony. The barns that were beginning to take form were a mystery to him. Always he and his horse had slept out, under the majesty of the stars. It Is inconceivable to even attempt to fathom what went on in the mind of this Indian - 35 -
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Source Saga of the Sanpitch Vol 4
Setname snowc_sts
Date Created 2005-02-23
Date Modified 2005-02-23
ID 325811
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