Like an Ancient Chariot

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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
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Setname snowc_sts
Date Created 2005-03-01
Date Modified 2005-03-01
ID 326790
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Title Like an Ancient Chariot
Description Like an Ancient Chariot Elizabeth Jacobsen Story Senior Third Place Personal Recollection I grew up in Mt. Pleasant. Utah, with my parents and four sisters. We were a farm family. We all worked very hard to get all the work done. My summers were spent doing farm chores. My sisters and I all helped with the planting and then the harvesting of the potatoes. We helped haul hay and did many other chores. One of our everyday chores was to take the cows to the pasture in the morning. Then we would make another trip to bring them home in the evening. We made the trip north of town and then down the wide lane to the meadows near the end of the lane. My father would milk the cows in our barnyard near our home each morning. Then he would milk the cows again in the evening. The cows would have to feed all day on the wild grass and drink water from the spring. We loved the meadows and the lane, the wild roses and sunflowers that lined the fences. We saw many birds and other interesting things. My Dad fixed up an old two-wheeled cart, pulled by one horse, for us to ride in. We had a very gentle white mare to pull the cart. It was easy for us to harness the horse, and it was always great fun to ride. Two of us would go together, as the cart would only hold two. We imagined that our cart was like an "Ancient Chariot." We would stand up and coax the horse to a fast pace, and it was very exciting and fun. When we returned with the cows, we would travel really slowly behind them. One day, when we were going for the cows, my sister and I saw some ripe apples. I got out of the cart and jumped the fence to pick each of us an apple to eat. Just as 1 returned to the cart, my sister coaxed the horse to a fast run and they left me behind. I was yelling and screaming and crying. "Stop! Stop!" As the horse slowed down. I was able to catch up to the cart again. My sister was jumping for Joy at my plight. It happened many times, then we'd promise not to do it again. Then we'd break the promise again and again. We all loved our "Ancient Chariot" as we stood up in the cart with the horse running fast. This was such a fun time, and these were the games we played at our work. 12
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Source Saga of the Sanpitch Vol 28
Setname snowc_sts
Date Created 2005-02-23
Date Modified 2005-02-23
ID 326731
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