Timpanogos, Wonder Mountain ...


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On Zion’s Mount


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Shrouded in the lore of legendary Indians, Mt. Timpanogos beckons the urban populace of Utah. And yet, no “Indian” legend graced the mount until Mormon settlers conjured it—once they had displaced the local Indians, the Utes, from their actual landmark, Utah Lake. On Zion’s Mount tells the story of this curious shift. It is a quintessentially American story about the fraught process of making oneself “native” in a strange land. But it is also a complex tale of how cultures confer meaning on the environment—how they create homelands. Only in Utah did Euro-American settlers conceive of having a homeland in the Native American sense—an endemic spiritual geography. They called it “Zion.” Mormonism, a religion indigenous to the United States, originally embraced Indians as “Lamanites,” or spiritual kin. On Zion’s Mount shows how, paradoxically, the Mormons created their homeland at the expense of the local Indians—and how they expressed their sense of belonging by investing Timpanogos with “Indian” meaning. This same pattern was repeated across the United States. Jared Farmer reveals how settlers and their descendants (the new natives) bestowed “Indian” place names and recited pseudo-Indian legends about those places—cultural acts that still affect the way we think about American Indians and American landscapes.




Heart of the Mountain


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The Improvement Era


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Improvement Era


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Timpanogos


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Excerpt from Timpanogos: Wonder Mountain (First Prize Poem) By Elsie C. Carroll Decoration by Aretta Young I have seen your grand old summit Bathed in moonlight Soft with opalescent radiance; Shimmering waves of mid-night silence: Awesome, infinite, sublime. I have seen the glory of the morning Like a golden halo crown you; Glints of rose and pearl and azure Like soft regal robes enfolding. I have seen you somber-browed and pensive; Pearly hues to purple grown; Melancholy shadows brooding O'er your bosom fair. I have seen you wrapped in shrouds of blackness, With thunder-crashes Pierced by jagged forks of flame; Fearful; vengeful, demon-like; Engulfing. I have seen the peace-dove hover Lovingly about you With her misty, outspread wings Soothing after nature's Raging battle. I have seen you boldly flaunting Indian Summer splendors: Yellows, golds and crimsons - Gorgeousness supreme. I have seen you white and stately In an ermine mantle; Beautiful and chaste; Serene and cold and still. No matter how or when I see you My soul is thrilled with wonderous awe. You stand so firm; So steadfast thorough the ages; Unchanged through clouds. Or storms or sunshine; So like a symbol Of the Great Eternal. That's why I reverence you - Old Timp. About the Publisher Forgotten Books publishes hundreds of thousands of rare and classic books. Find more at www.forgottenbooks.com This book is a reproduction of an important historical work. Forgotten Books uses state-of-the-art technology to digitally reconstruct the work, preserving the original format whilst repairing imperfections present in the aged copy. In rare cases, an imperfection in the original, such as a blemish or missing page, may be replicated in our edition. We do, however, repair the vast majority of imperfections successfully; any imperfections that remain are intentionally left to preserve the state of such historical works.




Congressional Record


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American Land Marks


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