FOLK COLLECTION 11: The Skaggs Foundation Cowboy Poetry Collection
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Diary of a Cow Camp Cook:Or Buckaroos Around a Campfire Beats a Full House
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Linda Vinson Hussa
May 20
The trail to Little Smoky is short by nasty through some mega-sage, with trunks as big around as a wrestler's waist and higher than your head ahorseback.
Little Smoky, riders, weather
Diary of a Cow Camp Cook: Or Buckaroos Around a Campfire Beats a Full House
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Linda Vinson Hussa
May 21
Dr. John takes a dip. Dudes -2, buckaroos -1. Who would think that you could mire down in this desert? But let a spring flow or seep over the sandy loam for a century or two and you'll get a bottomless bog.
desert, spring, music
Diary of a Cow Camp Cook:Or Buckaroos Around a Campfire Beats a Full House
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Linda Vinson Hussa
May 22
It is Monday in every sense. Flat tires and stubborn engines remind us that even machines can assert their individuality. Two Dot has to ride in the front of the Suburban with us, and the jostling of the road sets her system humming.
old camp, riders, prepared
Diary of a Cow Camp Cook:Or Buckaroos Around a Campfire Beats a Full House
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Linda Vinson Hussa
May 23
The camera crew follows us through breakfast with lights cutting the dull pre-dawn. Snow flakes blow like b.b.'s against our faces. As the riders saddle up, the wind whips wild rags and horses hump up and threaten to blow.
Channel 3, tevevision camera, visitors
Diary of a Cow Camp Cook:Or Buckaroos Around a Campfire Beats a Full House
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Linda Vinson Hussa
May 24
Today we rest the cattle at Willow Springs. They also rest their saddles. Early risers are topside by 6:00, and the rest soon follow and have a leisurely breakfast of french toast, bacon and eggs.
rest, relax, camp
Diary of a Cow Camp Cook:Or Buckaroos Around a Campfire Beats a Full House
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Linda Vinson Hussa
May 25
Harris finds the bog and he isn't the only one. Short cuts aren't so short across firm looking ground that gives way like a trap door. The real danger is that the rider can be thrown over the horse's head and become a stepping stone for the horse.
Stone Corrals, mud-beauty treatment, BLM
Diary of a Cow Camp Cook:Or Buckaroos Around a Campfire Beats a Full House
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Linda Vinson Hussa
May 26
The last day. We leave for our final destination, the Marr Ranch. The buckaroos and the hardiest of the guest riders rattle out early and have the trail end leaving the field before sunup.
happy trails, packing up, Calico Mountains
Blood Sister, I Am To These Fields
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Linda Hussa
Put On Your Face
The desert puts on its face in Spring when tidings of rain scatter rabbitears, Indian paintbrush, lupine, wild peach,
smile, desert, seasons
Blood Sister, I Am To These Fields
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Linda Hussa
The Apple Tree
I ask Mother again and again the moon, the dady of the week of my birth. She says there is another memory stronger than the one of birth.
memories,cancer, childhood connection
Tokens in an Indian Graveyard
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Linda Hussa
Tokens in an Indian Graveyard
Outside the post office Wanda Dunn asks, "Who owns that old cemetery land up Deep Creek?" Her dark hands work letters and junk mail into a roll.
cemetery, buried, land, Deep Creek
Tokens in an Indian Graveyard
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Linda Hussa
The Place Wanda Thinks About
The Groundhog Eaters came out of the Nevada wind chalked with alkali to camp by this creek, to rest in the shaded grass, to bathe in water plucking music from the current.
camp, mountain, peaceful place, Desert
Tokens in an Indian Graveyard
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Linda Hussa
Wild Plum Seedling
Small round hands work up throught tangled grass to touch the word Sun.
tangled grass, touch, Sun, round hands
Tokens in an Indian Graveyard
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Linda Hussa
Right There!
At the old-folks home Nellie Townsend rolls her wheel chair toward me. One leg under a colorful afghan, the other-missing. She stops the wheel against my foot. A hawk's steady eyes behind thick glasses.
Nellie Townsend, wheelchair, Patsy, The Stinkbug song, Isabel Kelly, antelope
Tokens in an Indian Graveyard
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Linda Hussa
At The Beginning
First People prepared to plant the earth with trees. The tedious work sorting the seeds was nearly finished when Coyote came trotting up. Coyote said "I came to help."
juniper berries. trees, seed
Tokens in an Indian Graveyard
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Linda Hussa
In the Desert Grove
In carvings on the bark in shaded groves figures like pollywogs swimming signal a water source a map to desert springs.
Michelle Michel, pollywogs, water source, map
Tokens in an Indian Graveyard
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Linda Hussa
Woman's Place
A Paiute woman sat here where cattails of worn brown velvet spawn in the steamy air to grind pine nuts gathered with the mountain's blessing in this lava bowl
body, shape, flakes, sand
Tokens in an Indian Graveyard
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Linda Hussa
The Racetrack
From the air a long oval can be seen cut through brush by unshod hooves on the flat hip of the hill. Those who came before built lodges and when they got horses they gathered before winter
hearts, eagle, mesa
Tokens in an Indian Graveyard
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Linda Hussa
Native Myth
The Serpent lived in this valley. He carved a through along the hills with his long tail dropping acid spore where vents spew steam. When Lake Surprise drained down a secret path he followed it to Pyramid Lake
Rain, stones, gravel bar
Tokens in an Indian Graveyard
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Linda Hussa
The Path
In the core of each cell patterned into man's being does he recall the path he walked with all the beasts of earth and water and sky? And then, as intellect withered elsewhere and bloomed in him
paint, freedom, horse
Tokens in an Indian Graveyard
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Linda Hussa
Mammoth Hunters
In a canyon not far from where we stand a petroglyph scratched into rock a mammoth-shock swimming in his eyes, the blow of a spear driven deep through his ribs impaling his frightened heart
stalked, spear, frighten
Tokens in an Indian Graveyard
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Linda Hussa
Hourse Cats
Spit soiled thread clumsy knots a sorry copy of the teacher's example you sewed buttons in the upstairs barracks and where was your mind? Older boys worked in the shop's dark file
The Fort Bidwell Indian School, Paiute boys, winter ice
Tokens in an Indian Graveyard
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Linda Hussa
Redeye
Wagons groan up hill to the Lake City Flouring Mill. Horses blow and steam. Sweat splashes down. The creek's meager summer flow lifts the pelton wheel driving the grinders to make flour.
flour, wheat, Paiute Kids
Tokens in an Indian Graveyard
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Linda Hussa
A Man Old Enough to Remeber the Mahalas
In his small kitchen, wood chips and a hatchet, ketchup and saltines on the table he rests his old fist on a week of not shaving. We had that 'dobe land around our place and it growed Indian roots
Wagon, camp, basket, buckskin, epos, dance
Tokens in an Indian Graveyard
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Linda Hussa
Woman Talk
"Grandmother said Paiute women wore a leather pouch on a neck string. They kept sand in it and when drunk cowboys came riding into camp they'd pack theirselves with sand
sand, camp, raped