The Land of Lure: A Story of the Columbia River Basin — John Shaqi
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
The sudden opening of a door at the main house aroused them from their
reverie, and turning in the direction of the noise, they saw a woman
come out and secure an armful of stovewood and reenter the building. In
a few moments a dense smoke was emitted from the stovepipe, an
indication that supper was being prepared. Darkness was fast obscuring
the landscape, and from the distant field the conversation of the men
returning from their work could be plainly heard, and mingling with it
were the sounds of rattling chains and creaking harness. Upon their
arrival at the barnyard, and while some of the horses were still
drinking at the well, a man was seen to emerge from the house bearing a
lighted lantern, and go to the barn, where other lanterns were lighted
and carried about by the men.
Our friends went to the barn and upon making their presence known, were
greeted with a tired "Howdy do" from the workers, as they unharnessed
and distributed grain among their horses.
The owner of the wheat ranch, for it was he who had come from the house
with a lighted lantern, came hurriedly up, and after pointing out a row
of empty stalls, instructed the strangers to put their horses inside.
This they gladly did, after which the lanterns were hung on pegs outside
the barn and the workmen disappeared in the darkness. Our friends,
hearing sounds at the well, went there and found several of the men
stripped to their waists, washing the dust and perspiration in the
trough and drying their faces on large red handkerchiefs with which they
had mopped their faces during the heat of the day. As they completed
their ablutions, they disappeared, until there was but one who, upon
raising his streaming face from its immersion in the trough, inquired of
our friends: "You fellows had supper." Upon being assured they had not,
he advised them to "wash up, and come on down to the cook house," the
location of which was easy, owing to the light which shone through the
canvas cover, bringing out in bold relief the silhouette figures of
several men seated at the table, with elbows in the air, working
industriously, making way with generous portions of food, as was
indicated by the shadows of dark objects before them.
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