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Title Saga of the Sanpitch Vol 29
Subject Pioneers
Description Stories and poems about early Southern Utah Pioneers
Publisher Snow College
Date 1997
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
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Title Journey
Description even thought what would happen if they never did find her, or she them. By the fifth day, she wasn't even sure how many days it had been. Soon a week had passed, and the berries were petering out. She felt the lack of solid food now, not being able to walk as far each day, and she bedded down well before dark. One morning, she awakened to dim light and could hear a faint sound. What was it? Not a horse; no sound of talking. Getting up, but keeping in the shelter of the trees, she moved in the sound's direction. Then she saw them Two Indians, kneeling at the river, drinking, holding their ponies' reins behind them She retreated quickly, but stayed close enough to see where they went. She certainly did not want them to see a lone girl clear out here! She heard the horses then, coming toward her She darted into a dense bush, crouching down, terrified The two men passed within a few feet of her, but they were talking animatedly to each other and quickly climbed up out of the ravine and galloped off. She climbed after them, watching them out of sight once she was near the top That day, she stayed below the prairie rim, hoping fervently they or other Indians would not come When night came, she found a small opening in a dense clump of bushes and cleared it out, putting brush in front of a makeshift entrance, before settling down for sleep. But this night was not restful. She awakened often, listening carefully for any sound, but there were none except those of sleepy birds in the treetops plus chirping insects. In the morning, she moved the brush away and prepared for another day of drudgery. Where, oh where, are the wagons? After washing in the river, noting how dirty her clothing had become, she longed for the comfort of her wagon. Sighing, she went back to her bed area, combing her hair with her fingers, then rebraiding it as she walked She sat down to finish this task, looking for some stout grass to tie the end Then, another little sound! Frozen, she listened Indians? If so. it sounds like just one She didn't move as she heard the movement coming closer. Finally, she 51
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Source Saga of the Sanpitch Vol 29
Setname snowc_sts
Date Created 2005-02-23
Date Modified 2005-02-23
ID 326579
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