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Show I Page Five waiting for his mount to scramble to its feet, and now realizing that the The Pyramid November 9, 1983 STORM TESTAMENT VOL. I & II Are ideal for he families on your gift list. AVAILABLY As soon as the spark was about the size of a small pea, I dropped the bow and spindle, careful not to jar the spark and have it fall apart. Carefully I picked up the bark with the spark on it and dropped it into the nest of ruffled bark. Then, pushing the nest gently around the spark, I began blowing ever so gently, coaxing it to life. Gradually I puffed harder and harder as the amount of smoke increased. Soon I was blowing almost as hard as I could, and there was lots of smoke. Suddenly, the nest burst into flames. I dropped it on the ground and began piling on dry twigs. For the first time in days, I smiled. My mouth was already watering in anticipation of eating those fish. After cleaning the fish, leaving the heads on, I cut a willow stick for each trout, sharpening both ends. I pushed the sticks into the soft ground next to the fire, the top ends leaning over the fire, then secured a fish to the end of each stick, heads down with the fleshy backs closest to the fire. I didnt realize how hungry I had become until the fragrance of the roasting flesh entered my nostrils. The first fish was only half cooked when I began eating it. My hunger was so intense that even the cold, uncooked parts tasted absolutely delicious. My body was weakened from long hours of walking with little nourishment, and by the time I finished the second fish, I swear I could feel strength surging back into my weary muscles. And my hunger was becoming more intense with every bite. By the time I finished the third and last fish, I longed for a dozen more, and felt strong enough to go chase them down in the little pond, but first I wanted to make a bow and. d some long arrows which I thought might make the fishing a split-tippe- lot easier. My buckskin leggins and shirt were still wet when I put them back on. I thought they might dry faster if I was wearing them, and they would rotect my skin from scratchy mshes when I climbed the hill to cut a staff for my bow. There was plenty of green willow and cotton-woo- d around the pond, but the best bows are made from serviceberry or chokecherry, woods preferred by Indians for their bows. There appeared to be a healthy clump of serviceberry bushes near the top of the hill, across the pond. I picked my way along the beaver dam and started climbing the hill enjoying the new strength derived from the fish. For the past three days, I had been constantly looking over my shoulder and searching the surroundings for Indian signs. Catching and cooking the fish had provided a welcome diversion, but with food in my stomach and the warm afternoon sun on my back, I neglected the usual cautionary measures essential for survival in the hostile . 'I I Michael Lynn Shelley, son of Lynn and Ruth Ann Shelley, Mt. Pleasant, celebrated his first birthday Nov. 7. He has one brother, David. Grandparents are Don and Ada Kinsman, Fairview and Erma Shelley, Mt. Pleasant. Fountain Green ' school parents and Association, headed by Patsy Jarvis, President; Micaela Jacobson, 1st Vice President; Debbie Lund, 2nd Vice President. Susan 0. Allred was in charge of the party, with Brenda Aagard, assisting, and all the mothers m helping with the many activities, and the bake sale. There was a white elephant sale and ah exciting cake walk for the children. The decorations in the school hallway and the gymnasium were clever and attractive, as were the many booths.. .a Spook Lagoon, monster hunt, the fortune teller, dart and bean-ba- g games, and a cute lollipop pumpkin game. All the children in town attended in Halloween costumes. The first big prize, a food processor, was won by Kirt Noakes. Second prize was a big, dressed turkey, donated by the Moroni Processing Plant won by Peter Jacobsen. Dinner for two, donated by Our Place Cafe, was won by Terry and Vicki Johnson. Other prizes were also given away. . t 1 beaver-sharpene- Messiah rehearsals underway; but more participants needed MT. PLEASANT Two rehearsals have been held for the Mt. Pleasant LDS Stake presentation of The Messiah scheduled for Sunday, Dec. 18, but more participants are needed, according o Ermalee Hansen, Stake Ci tural Arts Specialist. Those who would like u join either the chorus or the orchestra should come on rehearsal night, every Sunday evening at 7 p.m. at the Stake Center. Steven Rosenlund is director of the production with the assistance of Eileen Cox, Roy Ellefsen, and Kelly Richardson. Mrs. Hansen said the cast so far numbers about 75 but she is hopeful that it can be brought to nearly 200 soon. She said everyone who would like to participate is invited and shoulder. He was riding bareback on a dapple grey horse, bigger than most Indian ponies. The warriors chest and shoulders were wellmuscled, his chin firm. He had a comical look on his face as if he were quietly laughing at my lack of caution. I had heard other things about the Utes too, that they were the strongest tribe in this south country, and that they frequently captured slaves which they sold to the Navajos and Mexicans. They also liked to take scalps. I turned and raced back down the hill towards the pond, the mounted warrjor close on my heels. I knew there was no way I could outrun a horse in the open country, but perhaps I could hide, or at least better defend myself in the thick especially more men are needed. Director. Rosenlund said the members of the production are having much more fun this year, the fourth year of presentation in the Mt. Pleasant Stake. The first year you really work hard to learn the score, he said, but now most of them know it pretty well and it is more enjoyable to them. He said, however, newcomers need have no fear that they cannot start now and do a good job. He praised the local talent and said he is looking forward to a worthwhile production. While the assistants will work with the various groups during rehearsals, Rosenlund will direct the complete performance including chorus and orchestra the night of the presentation, Mrs. Hansen said. Senior citizens SPRING CIT- Y- The senior citizens will hold their regular meeting at 7 p.m. Nov. 15 at City Hall reminds Lester Parnell. A film will be shown by First Security Bank, he said. half-crouc- h . seemingly helpless Indian was suddenly the aggessor, and I fell backward in an effort to get away from him. Fortunately, my buckskin shirt was soaked and, as wet buckskin is about as slippery as an eels tail, I was able to pull away from his grip. I wasnt about to get that close again and take the risk of him drowning me. I would have to kill him from a safe distance with a spear or club. TO BE CONTINUED NEXT WEEK IN THE PYRAMID PIaIAGImIACY 398 EAST 100 SOUTH MORONI, UTAH LOCATED INSIDE SKYLINE MEDICAL CLINIC SMALL TOWN STORE-BI- G CITY PRICES QUALITY PHARMACEUTICAL SERVICES BRING YOUR NEXT PERSCRIPTION TO SKYLINE PHARMACY CHANNEj20BKBVU:CHAIltIELTilgWTBS7ATL'ANTABWTGlNlCECAGj3HElSlB! ii CABLE T.V. IS AVAILABLE Mr. and Mrs. Gary FOUNTAIN GREEN 10 CHANNELS $8.00jM0. (Teresa) Moun-tainvie- Fountain Green, and Delon and Janet Cobert of West Valley. Great grandparents are Vurl and Merline Morgan of Fountain Green. 'uDGQ i The Soil Conservation Service in conwill be perjunction with Mt. Pleasant City Pleaforming clean up operations through sant Creek. j are working along existing easements and will be removing debris 1 RATES of Fountain Green announce the birth of their first child, a are Gary and Linda Larsen, II DEDUCED INSTALLATION Larsen Jr. girl born Monday in the Hospital in Payson. Grandparents of the new arrival i HOW Crib corner POD DILDS f hand-to-han- arrows hung loosely over his By Jessie Oldroyd FOUNTAIN GREE- N- The Halloween Party held October 31 in the Fountain Green Elementary School was well attended, lots of fun, lots of goodies, prizes, and a big success. It was under the direction of the elementary my search for a bow staff that I didnt see the mounted warrior until I was nearly upon him. If his impatient horse hadnt attracted my attention by pawing the ground, I would probably have walked right into him. As it was, I couldnt have been more than 15 or 20 yards away when I saw him. He wasnt wearing any paint like the Blackfeet had been wearing, and unlike the Blackfeet, his hair was fashioned into two long black braids, one- behind each ear. I had heard that Ute warriors braided their hair, and concluded I was face to face with a Ute. His only clothing was leggings and moccasins. He carried a short bow, and a quiver full of 40-fo- horse was not going to be getting up, began to squirm back and forth in an effort to get out from under the horse. I bit my lip and made myself move in for the kill, realizing that if he wiggled free, the odds would again be in his favor. He was older and much stronger than me. My intention was to drown him by holding his head under the water, or if that failed, to cut his throat with my knife. It was a matter of kill or be killed, survival of the fittest, and if I acted quickly, I would probably be the survivor. Holding my knife out in front, in a I waded carefully towards the helpless Indian. Seeing me coming, he stopped wiggling and stared directly into my eyes. There was no fear in his expression, his black eyes intense and fierce. It was clear he intended to fight me with his teeth if necessary. My courage began to melt, but I forced myself to move one step closer. Suddenly a brown, muscular hand broke the surface of the water, like a large trout rising for a fly, and grabbed the edge of my shirt. The - PTA holds successful event Teachers M PYRAMID momentum of the fall forcing me to my knees in the shallow water. I lunged forward, half swimming and crawling in my mad efforts to get out of the way before the Indian pony brush on the other side of the beaver plunged over the bank and landed on pond. top of me. It was lucky for me that the slope Realizing the water was little of the hill was fairly steep, more than a foot deep, I scrambled preventing the Indians horse from to my feet, looking over my shoulder lengthening its stride to a full gallop. as soon as I had my footing. Having I ran with wild abandon, fast enough just noticed the steep bank at the to maintain a 30 or gap waters edge, the Indian was trying between me and the Indian, but not to pull his pony to a stop, but the fast enough to widen the gap any momentum was too great. The pony further. sat back on his heels in an honest I expected at any moment to effort to stop, but it was too late. At arrow in the receive an obsidian-tippe- d edge of the bank, the Indian the middle of my back, but taking a made a mistake in trying to turn the quick glance over my shoulder, I horse to one side by pulling its head could see that all of the arrows were around. If he hadnt done that, the still in the quiver. It seemed clear horse would probably have mainthat his intention was to capture me tained its balance and lunged alive. Then he would have a choice straight ahead into the pond. As it of either torturing me to death or was, both horse and rider lost their selling me into slavery, so I could balance and tumbled head over spend the rest of my life in a heels towards the pond, the unMexican silver mine. Maybe he fortunate Indian hitting the water thought a white boy would bring a just ahead of his pomy. good price. I was only 16 years old and rather The hill dropped off sharply at the skinny, certainly not yet skilled or waters edge, creating an eight or confident in the art of d ten-fobank above the water. I combat. Nevertheless, I realized didnt even break stride as I reached that if I was ever going to have to the edge of the bank, but pushed off fight this Indian, there would never from the edge and flew out over the be a better time than the present. I pond, instinctively aiming for an drew the knife from my belt and open place between two of the readied myself to advance on the d stumps. My legs Indian, offering a quick prayer that I were churning wildly through the air would have the courage to do what as if I were still running when I hit needed to be done. the water at the intended place, the The horse was about ten feet in I was so busy inspecting bushes in s AT front of me, on its side in the water, its back toward me, its hooves thrashing wildly in a desperate effort to regain its footing, the wildeyed head splashing back and forth in the water. The Ute warrior was not in sight. I hoped he was under those thrashing hooves. Suddenly the Indians head broke the surface of the water, a foot or so my side of the horses back. He looked straight at me, a grim expression on his face. I took one step back, bracing myself for the attack which I suspected would be coming. Suddenly I realized, however, that in order for the warriors head to be where it was, in such shallow water, his body had to be extended horizontally on its belly beneath the thrashing pony. I relaxed my grip on the knife, realizing the Ute warrior was pinned beneath his pony. I knew, too, that once the pony got over on its stomach, it would probably trample the warrior as it scrambled to its feet. I waited a few moments, expecting the horses hooves to do my fighting for me, but the animals violent thrashing quickly subsided and its head fell limply back into the water. The horse was either dead or dying, and would not be getting up again. The warrior, who had been 2 OPTIONAL PAY CHANNELS CABLE T.V. is also available in - Mt. 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