Some Pioneers and Pilgrims on the Prairies of Dakota: Or, From the Ox Team to the AeroplaneReese, John B.

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Some Pioneers and Pilgrims on the Prairies of Dakota: Or, From the Ox Team to the Aeroplane

Name: Some Pioneers and Pilgrims on the Prairies of Dakota: Or, From the Ox Team to the Aeroplane
Author: Reese, John B.

Reese, John B.

Frontier and pioneer life -- South Dakota

I turn out four-fifths of all the leather. I make half the gloves.

  I refine nearly nineteen-twentieths of the sugar.

  And yet, I am the great American problem.

  When I pour out my blood on your altar of labor, and lay down my
    life as a sacrifice to your god of toil, men make no more
    comment than at the fall of a sparrow.

  But my brawn is woven into the warp and woof of the fabric of your
    national being.

  My children shall be your children and your land shall be my land,
    because my sweat and my blood will cement the foundations of the
    America of to-morrow.

  If I can be fused into the body politic, the melting pot will have
    stood the supreme test.

                                              FREDERIC J. HASKIN.

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Some Pioneers and Pilgrims on the Prairies of Dakota: Or, From the Ox Team to the AeroplaneReese, John B.

History

Some Pioneers and Pilgrims on the Prairies of Dakota: Or, From the Ox Team to the Aeroplane

Reese, John B.

Frontier and pioneer life -- South Dakota

I turn out four-fifths of all the leather. I make half the gloves.

  I refine nearly nineteen-twentieths of the sugar.

  And yet, I am the great American problem.

  When I pour out my blood on your altar of labor, and lay down my
    life as a sacrifice to your god of toil, men make no more
    comment than at the fall of a sparrow.

  But my brawn is woven into the warp and woof of the fabric of your
    national being.

  My children shall be your children and your land shall be my land,
    because my sweat and my blood will cement the foundations of the
    America of to-morrow.

  If I can be fused into the body politic, the melting pot will have
    stood the supreme test.

                                              FREDERIC J. HASKIN.

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    | Page 29: journied replaced with journeyed                 |
    | Page 82: Knute replaced with Knut                         |
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