Jake braced himself on his short, stout legs, and made a gesture that
might have been interpreted as a belligerent attitude. He ended it by
flapping his arms in imitation of flying, and emitting a series of caws.
Jack was duly suppressed. "Let's get to business," he said. "Explain
this soil. Will it grow anything, and if so, what?"
"Let's find a badger-hole," said Jake, and we had little trouble in
locating one. "Now look at this. This hole goes down five, six, seven
feet, maybe more, in the ground. Look what his nibs has kicked out.
Fine, loamy, sandy soil, not too light an' not too sticky, all the way
down. That goes plumb to Kingdom Come. Course, the top is a little
darker, on account o' the grass roots, but it's all soil. None o' yer
down-east three inches-o'-muck-an'-a-rock-bottom to that."
Jake took a fresh chew of tobacco and looked out over the greenish-brown
prairie. It certainly was a picture to kindle the imagination. Almost as
level as a floor, one could have seen a jack-rabbit jump anywhere within
a mile. The little gully was quite lost in the vista; you would not
dream of its existence until you came right upon it. In no direction was
there a sign of life, but far on the horizon a whiff of smoke hung like
a fading pennant in the still sky.
"I have it figgered out like this," Jake continued, "an' my figgers is
right; this land is worth more than any gold mine between hell an'
Whoop-up. When you take the gold out o' a mine you ain't got nothin'
left, but you can take gold out o' this mine next year, an' the year
after, an' the year after, fer ever an' ever, an' there's still as much
there as when you started--if you farm it right."
Our inspection satisfied us in every particular. Jake explained, as we
already knew, that we would have to build separate shacks on the two
quarters, to comply with the law about sleeping on the land claimed.
"But you can build one stable in the gully fer the live stock," he
added; "the Gov'ment don' care where _they_ sleep, jus' so's the
homesteader himself is sufficiently oncomfort'ble."
We smiled over his interpretation of regulations which, as we knew, were
necessary to prevent the wholesale blanketing of the free lands by
people who had no intention of living on them.
"Now we better pick a second an' a third choice, jus' in case some one
slips in ahead o' us on this," said Jake, and we spent the afternoon
driving about and making fresh locations. Much of the land was already
taken up, Jake told us, and although there were as yet no signs of
settlement we would see a great change by fall.
Jack spoke of the disadvantage of the alternate sections of railroad
land, which were not given away free, but which had to be bought. "They
are an obstacle to close settlement," he said, "and I guess loneliness
is about the worst thing there is to contend with on these prairies."
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