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Title Saga of the Sanpitch Vol 01
Subject Pioneers
Description Stories and poems about early Southern Utah Pioneers
Publisher Snow College
Date 1969
Type Text
Format application/pdf
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 326017
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Title Nikki
Description It took quite a spell but when we got all the willows up to the hole, Papa wove them into another room in front. Smoke from a fire in there could escape through the willow chinks, while we kept warm and cozy inside the dugout. It was a long, hungry, cold winter, the snow lasting until May. As soon as we could start clearing the land of sagebrush, the whole family went to work, except the baby DeLaun who was born in March. One soft, warm, rustling evening when Mama came from the field, a buzzing began as she drew near the willow room. She retreated and it stopped. Then she moved forward and it started again. Cautiously she peered into the willows and there above the doorway was a six foot rattlesnake, its fangs flicking in and out of its mouth as fast as a humming birds wings. She screamed and the neighbors came running from all directions. They killed it; then another and another. Everywhere they looked snakes were crawling out of the cracks and crevices in the hill. By the hundreds they killed them. At first the boys cut the buttons off each tail, but by dark the job had become too tedious. And still the snakes kept coming. They built fires so they could see, and threw the dead rattlers on them. On into the night it went. No one dared or wanted to sleep in the dugouts and one by one the children laid down around the fires and were soon dreaming of scaly, slithery, slippery, striking snakes. Some said they killed fifteen hundred that first night, but no one had bothered to count them. For quite a few days we found coiled snakes in our beds, in our drawers, even in our dishes and kettles. About that time Orville became listless and pale. Mama would feel his forehead for fever and have him stick his tongue out. She made him a tonic by boiling sagebrush, but he didn't get better. I was sure he wouldn't, it was such foul tasting stuff. One evening Orville picked his bowl of bread and milk up and started toward the doorstep, to sit and eat it. "Oh, Orville," Mama said, "why don't you stay inside tonight? There's so many mosquitoes out there." "I want to feed my nikki," Orville whined, and started to cry. So Mama let him sit on the step. It wasn't long until a big rattlesnake crawled out and curled up beside him. Orville would eat one spoon- 5
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Identifier 009_Nikki.jpg
Source Saga of the Sanpitch Vol 1
Setname snowc_sts
Date Created 2005-02-23
Date Modified 2005-02-23
ID 325992
Reference URL