Identifier |
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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 |
Reference URL |
https://collections.lib.utah.edu/ark:/87278/s6zs2vsj |
Identifier |
077.gif |
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 |
Format |
application/pdf |
Source |
A Basket of Chips: An Autobiography |
Setname |
uum_ttb |
Date Created |
2005-04-14 |
Date Modified |
2005-04-14 |
ID |
327539 |
Reference URL |
https://collections.lib.utah.edu/ark:/87278/s6zs2vsj/327539 |