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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
Format application/pdf
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
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Title Basket of Chips, page 059
Description Career, Rommce, and Family where the cat-tails, rushes, and other water plants grew in great abundance. Here is where the musk-rat and mink were to be found. The shining new coats of fur were not taken on until the cool weather began. Frosty-nights and bleak cool days marked the period for the busy work of winter to begin for the rat people in the construction of their houses. I hesitate to tell of the cruelty that this life involves and will name it as one of nature's laws - the survival of the fittest. I ran my traps in the early morning. Daily, on my horse, leaving home before day- light and back in time for school. It gave me vigor and strength and a love of nature that I consider priceless. I learned the habits of the wild creatures and nature's storm dramas, - tricks of the sky, earth, wind and water. My double-barrel muzzle loading shot gun as well as a dear little setter dog that was use- less otherwise than as a companion, accompanied me every- where. The gun was the one my grandfather had used. He con- sidered I was sufficiently wise and well trained to be worthy of the gift. (I have it now.) Mornings when the weather was favorable I would devote more to the game than running the traps. I became quite expert with game on the wing. I remem- ber one difficult shot that resulted in a cold bath that I did not relish. I found an old flat bottom boat at the edge of the tullies that I pushed out to a point. The ducks flew near. I never dared cock both triggers at once as both barrels were apt to go off at the same time, which meant a knock down. Now came the chance for one of my skillful shots. Two ducks were flying low, down the wind. As they came within range I dropped one with one barrel, lowered the gun from my shoulder, cocked the trig- ger, whirled and covered the departing mate, and he fell with the remaining charge. Now comes the bath: one was not killed and I might lose him, so I sat, seized the boat with all my strength to launch it, and the part came loose, and back I went in the water up to my neck. No need to tell more, only I got the ducks, and made for home as fast as I could go. At home I was received with the usual warning of a "death o' cold" and I was to "never go hunting any more." In all my -59
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Source A Basket of Chips: An Autobiography
Setname uum_ttb
Date Created 2005-04-14
Date Modified 2021-05-06
ID 327539
Reference URL