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Flight from Sonora

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Title Saga of the Sanpitch Vol 28
Subject Pioneers
Description Stories and poems about early Southern Utah Pioneers
Publisher Snow College
Date 1996
Type Text
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Language eng
Rights Management Snow College
Holding Institution Snow College
ARK ark:/87278/s6m043j1
Setname snowc_sts
Date Created 2005-03-01
Date Modified 2005-03-01
ID 326790
Reference URL https://collections.lib.utah.edu/ark:/87278/s6m043j1

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Title Flight from Sonora
Description Flight From Sonora June B.Jensen Non Professional Honorable Mention Short Story "We must hurry." Matty's voice was filled with urgency and fear. "Julia, stir the jam again so it won't scorch and fetch the earthen jars from the cellar. We'll fill them tomorrow when we get back." It was only yesterday in the Colony meeting, the Brethren had urged everyone to leave as soon as possible. "Your Father is hitching up the team and will be here in a few minutes. Samantha, bring two quilts to use in the wagon box." There wasn't time for tears as she looked around the cabin at a few belongings held most dear. Several short years ago the place had been promising with good rich soil and the hope of a homestead. Hard work had made it all seem right. Now they were leaving. Matty watered her beloved geraniums blooming on the window sill. They had been the only possession of beauty in that revolutionary land. With satisfaction she glanced through the window at three tiny graves by the garden. They had been securely covered with boulders a few weeks before. In a cloud of dust, horses, wagon and family raced to the nearest railway station where they huddled all night in a drenching rain. The train arrived at dawn. It was full but the Conductor yelled, "Hang on where you can and we'll get across to Texas." In the midst of sorrow, Matty was unknowingly comforted because she could not look back. She was spared the smoke, the torched roof and blackened walls. The sight of ripped open feather ticks and sacks of flour strewn about her immaculate kitchen would have been maddening. No one witnessed how the pigs trampled the garden when they were turned out of the pen, or the bottled fruit used for target practice. She didn't smell the singed feathers, see the slaughtered cattle and sheep lying where they fell or look into the defiled well. Pancho Villa gave his Banditos orders to "drive out and destroy." 93
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Identifier 102_Flight from Sonora.jpg
Source Saga of the Sanpitch Vol 28
Setname snowc_sts
Date Created 2005-02-23
Date Modified 2005-02-23
ID 326666
Reference URL https://collections.lib.utah.edu/ark:/87278/s6m043j1/326666