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A Sweet Bargain

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Title Saga of the Sanpitch Vol 30
Subject Pioneers
Description Stories and poems about early Southern Utah Pioneers
Publisher Snow College
Date 1998
Type Text
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Language eng
Rights Management Snow College
Holding Institution Snow College
ARK ark:/87278/s6vh5m0s
Setname snowc_sts
Date Created 2005-03-01
Date Modified 2005-03-01
ID 326508
Reference URL https://collections.lib.utah.edu/ark:/87278/s6vh5m0s

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Title A Sweet Bargain
Description A SWEET BARGAIN Mary Ann Swenson Non Professional First Place Short Story He pulled the old cow into the stable, half-mad that no one had noticed her still in the pasture the night before. He had come home later than usual, and more weary, too. Mr. Hunsaker had kept him until way past dark, hoping to finish cleaning out the shed next to the barn. The night wind outside had whipped the branches of the willow against the wood of the hovel and forced its way through the cracks, making it seem more cold inside than out- The one small lantern made it hard to see if the job he was doing was a good one. He wanted to please Mr. Hunsaker. He knew he was lucky to have the job and it brought in a few pennies that made his life nearly bearable. Now it was morning, and that meant chores wouldn't wait. Lady was not a patient cow and she let him know he was running a few minutes behind. The cow let out a stream of steam from her nostrils and, making a gruff noise, let Clark know she was not about to make his task an easy one. He tugged on her rope, but his twelve-year-old frame was no match for the cow's enormous torso. "Come on, Lady," he pleaded. She moved reluctantly toward the right side of the stable where he had spread out fresh straw only moments before. He tied the rope to the inside post and grabbed at the worn pitchfork. Heaving fresh hay into the feeding box, he pulled the milk stool close and sat down next to the cow and began to milk. The yellow cat that Mama called the Butterscotch moved cautiously into the barn. She was always there when he began his chore, mewing loudly for a drink. He made her beg momentarily, then pointed the teat in her direction and let the milk shoot right for the cat's mouth. She always got the first drink. It was a tradition that Papa had started when she was only a wee ball of fur in the spring. Butterscotch had never missed a feeding in six years, although she moved a bit slower of late. 111
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Source Saga of the Sanpitch Vol 30
Setname snowc_sts
Date Created 2005-02-23
Date Modified 2005-02-23
ID 326371
Reference URL https://collections.lib.utah.edu/ark:/87278/s6vh5m0s/326371