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Title A Basket of Chips: An Autobiography
Creator Harwood, James Taylor, 1860-1940
Subject Artists; Painters; Artists' writings
Subject Local Harwood, James Taylor, 1860-1940; Artists--Utah--Biography; Harwood, Harriett Richards, (1870-1922)
Description These memoirs of Utah artist and teacher James T. Harwood cover a wide range of subjects including farming, gardening, bird watching and cooking. But, primarily, "A Basket of Chips" is about his early love, Harriett Richards, and their life together.
Publisher Tanner Trust Fund University of Utah Library, Salt Lake City, Utah
Contributors Olpin, Robert S.; Ward, Margery W.; Cooley, Everett L.; Madsen, Brigham D.; Tyler, S. Lyman
Date 1985
Type Text
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Language eng
Relation Is part of: Utah, the Mormons, and the West, no. 12
Coverage 1860-1940
Rights Management University of Utah, Copyright 2001
Holding Institution J. Willard Marriott Library, University of Utah.
Source Physical Dimensions 14.5 cm x 22.75 cm
Source Characteristics Printed Hard Cover Book
Scanning Technician Karen Edge
Metadata Cataloger Kenning Arlitsch; Jan Robertson
Call Number N 6537 H364 A2 1985
ARK ark:/87278/s6zs2vsj
Topic Artists; Painters; First person narrative
Setname uum_ttb
Date Created 2005-04-20
Date Modified 2011-04-07
ID 327930
Reference URL https://collections.lib.utah.edu/ark:/87278/s6zs2vsj

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Title Basket of Chips, page 056
Description A Baket of Chips he had had enough of it and would strike off for home leaving me to follow on foot. I had one experience that resulted in a great surprise to me. A flock of sand-hill cranes were feeding in a large field and the horse and I made our careful drive toward them. They were the first he had seen, and, horse-like, his curiosity was aroused and he began trotting toward them when we were about ninety yards away. That was more than they would stand, and raised their huge wings to depart. So I let them have it from where I was and broke the wing of one. I was so excited that I laid down the gun and rushed up to my prize, but at about ten yards from him I made a sudden stop, for with his huge spike of a beak open, and long legs, he came at me with such speed that I threw my gears into reverse so rapidly that it is a wonder the cogs were not stripped. My next thought was to give him an- other charge from my gun, but there was a flock of geese near that I wanted a chance at. So I cut some short lengths of willow and attacked him with these at a safe distance, and at about the third throw caught him on his long neck at the base of his skull and head, and over he went and I had him. When I was ready to go, the wild geese had taken alarm. With gun and game I approached the horse, but he said "noth- ing doing," and I had to argue the point for a while before he would let me strap the prize on his back. There was much re- joicing when I got home, as it meant a fine meal for us. Small birds no longer graced our table. It was largely of game such as wild ducks, or geese, snipes and rabbits, etc. Before I was old enough to use the gun I would sit at my grandfather's knee and listen to his stories of hunting and fish- ing. As regular as the clock, he made the Sunday afternoon call and sat the afternoon at our fireside in the winter, or on the back porch in summer. With my mother he would talk of my grandmother whom I had never seen. Like myself he lost her at the period of his life when his children were well along in childhood. She died in England. Had that not happened he
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Source A Basket of Chips: An Autobiography
Setname uum_ttb
Date Created 2005-04-14
Date Modified 2005-04-14
ID 327536
Reference URL https://collections.lib.utah.edu/ark:/87278/s6zs2vsj/327536