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By Mary Clearman Blew

In language akin to the wild fantastic thing about titanic Sky state, Mary Clearman Blew provides us a glimpse into the lives of her kinfolk as she strains their connection to Montana’s usual and human panorama. starting together with her great-grandparents’ arrival in 1882 in Montana--still a territory then--Blew relates the tales that make up her life.

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We ran up to help Frenchy but he was insensible and continued in that state for twenty four hours. The road is very narrow, and in many places a grade is made around cut banks 175 ft. high. Fortunately the road was clear ahead and away they went. We watched the wild run. You have played crack the whip. At every turn, the trail wagon was the popper but it righted and right side up with care again it went on . . the leaders were a good lively yoke and thoroughly broke to keep the road but several times a miss step made by one of the string on the narrow grade looked as if we would have a surplus of coyote bait & kindling wood.

No. " Every dragging hour meant less chance, and yet Search and Rescue, we learned, would not set out until a vehicle had been located. The heavy overcast in eastern Montana was keeping search planes on the ground. No word. No word. What sustained us was not officialdom but the extended family network that had spread over the state. Cousins we had never met called their cousins in eastern Montana, and their children and relatives turned out, combing country roads and pastures on dirt bikes and on foot.

Abraham's face is alight with the irony, the humor of it. He is itching for the slip of paper and pencil stub even before the wagon loaded with his fleeces, still miraculously right side up, rattles to a stop and settles back on four wheels behind the heaving bulls in a cloud of dust at the bottom of the Arrow Creek Hill. Abraham is at his most self-aware when he is most conscious that he stands a little apart from what he observes: The tinkling of the sheep bells, an occasional bark of a dog or a dull bleat of a sheep as she hurriedly goes from one isolated bunch of grass to another, were the only sounds breaking the solitude.

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