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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 060
Description A Basket of Chips experiences of getting wet, - and I have had a great many - I never had the slightest bad result from it in any way. But many a bad cold I have had from a second serving of plum pudding and the like. Another of my great treasures was Nell, a very intelligent pointer dog. At a very early age she was taken from her mother and given to me. And when she grew up I taught her many tricks. Among them was one to play dead and at my command she would drop down and lie there not moving for the call of any one except my mother. The choice bits from the table, after the meal was over, came to her through my mother's hands, so a call from her always brought Nell to life with a jump. She was my companion everywhere and her love and devo- tion was greater than the human. There was nothing except my orders that would separate her from me and that would only last until I was out of sight. Then she would take up my trail and a little later would appear with the wagging appeal, "may I come ?" One morning I appeared early for a hunt. She was in the midst of motherhood but would have followed me had I per- mitted. And knowing her tricks I chained her to the kennel to keep her. I left her for one week on a trip to the city, not realizing what she would suffer. My mother's story after I returned was pathetic. Nell could not trail me but tried for the first three days, hunting all the time through fields and marshes. She would not eat and mother was much worried until an idea came to her. She gave her one of my old hunting coats and for the rest of the week she lay on the coat in the kennel, but would not eat. I will never forget her leap and cry when I called to her on my return. She hugged me with her forelegs and cried like a human, and was happy and ready to eat then. Before I owned her the town bullies were a menace but after that no one dare lay a hand on me even in friendship. Her in- tense love was accompanied by the deepest jealousy, and if I patted another dog that meant a fight with her. 60
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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 327540
Reference URL https://collections.lib.utah.edu/ark:/87278/s6zs2vsj/327540