The Girl at the Halfway House: A Story of the PlainsHough, Emerson
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The Girl at the Halfway House: A Story of the Plains
Hough, Emerson
Great Plains -- Fiction; Historical fiction, American
To a very few men Edward Franklin has admitted that he once dreamed of
a hill topped by a little fire, whose smoke dipped and waved and caught
him in its fold. In brief, he got into saddle, and journeyed to the
Hill of Dreams.
The Hill of Dreams dominated the wide and level landscape over which it
had looked out through hundreds of slow, unnoted years. From it once
rose the signal smokes of the red men, and here it was that many a
sentinel had stood in times long before a white face was ever seen upon
the Plains. Here often was erected the praying lodge of the young
aspirant for wisdom, who stood there and lifted up his hands, saying:
"O sun! O air! O earth! O spirits, hear me pray! Give me aid, give
me wisdom, so that I may know!"
Here on the Hill of Dreams, whence the eye might sweep to the fringed
sand hills on the south, east to the river many miles away, and north
and west almost to the swell of the cold steppes that lead up to the
Rocky Range, the red men had sometimes come to lay their leaders when
their day of hunting and of war was over. Thus the place came to have
extraordinary and mysterious qualities ascribed to it, on which
account, in times gone by, men who were restless, troubled, disturbed,
dissatisfied, came thither to fast and pray. Here they builded their
little fires, and here, night and day, they besought the sky, the sun,
the firmament to send to them each his "dream," his unseen counsellor,
which should speak to him out of its more than earthly wisdom.
When the young man was troubled and knew not which course he should
pursue, he went up to this hill alone, and so laid hold upon Fate that
it fain communed with him. He held up his hands at night to the stars,
very far above him, and asked that they should witness him and be
merciful, for that he was small and weak, and knew not why things
should be as they were. He called upon the spirits of the great dead
about him to witness the sincerity of his prayer. He placed offerings
to the Dream People. He prayed to the sun as it rose, and besought it
of its strength to strengthen him.
Sometimes when a young man had gone up alone from the village to this
hill to pray, there were seen at night more forms than one walking upon
the summit of the hill, and sometimes voices were heard. Then it was
known that the young man had seen his "dream," and that they had held a
council.
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