The Land of Lure: A Story of the Columbia River BasinSmith, Elliott
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The Land of Lure: A Story of the Columbia River Basin
Smith, Elliott
Frontier and pioneer life -- Fiction; Northwest, Pacific -- Fiction
Upon their arrival at the spring just before sundown, they arose from
their seats in the wagon, cramped and dusty from their long ride, and
shambling to the rock ledge, relieved their parched throats with copious
draughts from the spring. Knowing that the scarcity of water on the road
over which their route lay would necessitate a forced drive on the
morrow, they hastily unharnessed the horses, gave them water and
picketed them to munch the scant herbage until sufficiently cooled to be
given their ration of grain, they then prepared their own frugal supper,
after which, with pipes lit, and each seated around the smoldering
sagebrush fire, their faces turned homeward, watched the shades of
evening settle, and noted the twinkling lights that shone from their
humble homes miles away across the level plain. Conversation no longer
lagged; each was eager to express his views as to the result of the
survey now being made, and the certainty of the wealth to follow the
reclamation of the thousands of acres of fertile land that lay stretched
for miles to the south. No one doubted for a moment but what it would
come. Was not each of the railroads that extended across the great
Continental Divide, advertising the fertile valleys of the Northwest as
the goal of the poor man? Was not every Commercial Club in the cities
through which these avenues of commerce and forerunners of civilization
ran, sending out and scattering among the inhabitants of the entire
territory from the Atlantic seaboard to the Rocky Mountains, pamphlets
in which was set forth, in glowing word pictures, accounts of the
possibilities of the undeveloped lands now laying idle, yours for the
asking? Were they not morally responsible for the welfare of each family
who, lured by their flattering descriptions, had given up their means of
a livelihood, and sold their small accumulation of personal property, in
most instances for what they could get; frequently scarcely enough to
reach this land of dreams, and at best with but a few hundred dollars?
Would these mighty forces that were being brought to bear for the
purpose of converting the undeveloped resources of this vast country
into a merchantable article, going to accomplish their end by the
sacrifice of thousands of human ambitions, and even lives? Certainly
not; give them a chance.
This survey was being made with the view to placing within the reach of
the settlers the means whereby wealth and affluence might be obtained.
Such was the opinion of all, and with optimistic views and hopes
renewed, the blankets were unrolled and spread upon the bare ground, and
with a cheery "Goodnight," each of these champions of right and justice
lay down to enter the enchanted land of dreams, and live through the
realization of all they had hoped for.
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