Frontier and pioneer life -- Idaho -- Fiction; Siblings -- Fiction; Western stories
In the rush of summer work, concern for her school naturally waned.
Moreover, she soon began to look forward with interest to the arrival
of the Eldredges. Several times she went up to the little shack to see
if they had come. But there were no signs of any one having been there
and the summer passed without bringing them--Rob inquired at the land
office whether their filing had been withdrawn, but nothing of that
kind had happened.
"Too bad," said the clerk, "for somebody else'll sure file over them
if they let the time go over. Good land's getting mighty scarce around
here."
"I shouldn't wonder but what we'd better file on additional
homesteads," Rob said, as he was telling Harry what he had heard; "I
could take that long strip to the west and you could file on that swale
on top of the hills; you know that long meadow just back of those
buttes? With a fence around that we shouldn't be bothered so much with
cattle coming in to water here when it gets dry. As soon as I can
get time I believe I'll go over that land and look for section-line
corners."
"Are we going to have money enough for all that," Harry asked: "take up
more land before we've got this planted?"
"I shouldn't plant all of this anyway; haven't water enough to irrigate
it all. But I'll need more grazing some day for my stock. If nothing
happens we'll have money enough from this next winter's work to fence
it."
Rob had made several hundred dollars by his winter's work at Stone
Bridge and he had also gained valuable experience in handling and
feeding cattle. Harry, too, had saved more than half her salary and was
able to invest in a good cow, pony and saddle. It seemed to both of
them that they could not do better than go back to Stone Bridge for the
next two winters. They could do a lot of work on the place in the six
months of the dry season and the money they made working out would help
them to get ahead much faster than two or three extra months on the
ranch.
Stone Bridge had, of course, grown during the summer absences. It was
good wheat land and settlers were flowing in. The school naturally
grew as well, and the third winter there were thirty pupils instead of
fifteen, and a second teacher.
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