Hilda Strafford: A California StoryHarraden, Beatrice
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Hilda Strafford: A California Story
Harraden, Beatrice
California -- Fiction; Married women -- Fiction; Ranches -- Fiction
There was great sorrow felt when the news spread about that Robert
Strafford had died, but there was no surprise, for his friends had long
since seen that he was slipping away from them, having reduced himself
to the last inch of his strength through overwork and anxiety. It was
an old story in Southern California, and one not rightly understood in
the old country, but Ben Overleigh explained it in the letter which he
wrote to Robert’s father.
“We buried him yesterday,” he wrote, “and his wife and we fellows
who had known him and loved him, stood by the grave. He never had
much strength, but what he had, he taxed to the uttermost. These last
months he worked like one possessed. No delicate frame could stand it,
and then he was unhappy about his wife, seeing her so home-sick. That
finished matters for him. I remember when I first met him about four
years ago, I thought it sheer madness for a frail young fellow like
that to come out to a life of physical toil. Ranching is not child’s
play, and if you want to succeed, you don’t sit down and watch your
trees; you work at them the whole time, and it isn’t light work. To
leave a city office, and come and be in the open air during the whole
day sounds inviting, but some of those who try it, and have not much
physical strength, go under. I wish this could be better understood
in the old country. But I expect no one realises, until he tries for
himself, what hard work manual labour really is, when one has never
been accustomed to it, and knows nothing about it. Two years ago a
young English doctor here died in the same way. He knew he had drained
himself of strength, and that his heart was worn out. I want you to
know we all loved your son, and as for myself, he leaves me bereft
indeed. I shall buy his ranch, and work it together with mine. His
wife will no doubt return as soon as she can, but at present there is
a tremendous railway strike going on, and we are entirely cut off from
the Eastern States. But some of the mails get through, and so I will
risk it, and send this letter.”
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