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Show Then across the Poison Spring Bench It bucked the beautiful sand, Then down the North Wash 'til it reached The Great Colorado so grand. Then the ink stand had a great ride On the river water so bluo, Thus reaching its destination At the Garden of Tickaboo And when Uncle Cass had opened the pack Expecting to find a nice toy, His joy was just as great to find the ink stand That was sent by his friend, Jimmy Boy. Thank you, Jimmy, sCass Hite ' End of a Story , Thus ' closes Dr. Reeder's ! story of Cass Hite's grapes and how, in spite of all, they live on, thriving, long after the man and his wilderness home are but fading memories. mem-ories. Early settlers in the rugged wilderness of southeastern Utah, who have had the ' strength of characted to wrest a hard-earned living from this inhospitable land, often took on an outward gruffness that casual acquaintances ac-quaintances mistook for the real man. This delightful little tale belies the more commonly held views of Cass Hite's true inner character, and furnishes a reveaing insight in-sight into what he was really like. We are deeply indebted to Dr. Grant Reeder of Bountiful, Bounti-ful, and Jim Bacon of Roosevelt, Roose-velt, for sharing with us ttrs truly fascinating historical vignette. . |