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
Opportunities for getting these letters mailed were few, it was
explained, but by sending them to the camp of the surveyors they were
taken to the distant town and forwarded; and such news as they brought.
"All are well at home. Do not worry; we are doing splendidly. Of course
we miss you very much and want you with us, but when you do come home,
you can stay. Just think, a party of the surveyors were on our land
today and have driven stakes showing exactly where the irrigation ditch
is to run." Thus wrote Gully's wife, and others would tell of rumors of
large land deals, whole sections and half of townships, being purchased
by big companies, all to be immediately improved. Houses were being
erected in every direction; parcels of land heretofore considered
worthless were being filed on; a school house was being built and,
really, things were beginning to be quite homelike.
Upon receipt of these cheerful missives the disappointment of the first
season was for the time forgotten, and the men entered into their daily
toil with cheerful hearts, filled with the anticipation of the
realization of their dreams. Thus on through the ensuing threshing
season up until the later fall, when it seemed that a snowfall might
occur any day, did our sturdy homesteaders toil on until the last of the
golden grain was sacked and hauled to a place of safety. Then only did
they turn their faces homeward, with the indispensable blanket rolls,
the old canvas telescope grip, now more dilapidated than ever, thrown at
random in the wagon; with overalls out a knee, the frazzled threads of
many colored patches indicating the earnest efforts of their wearers to
make them last the season through; hats out at crown, and well worn
shoes, they were indeed a travesty on the party who had left their homes
only a few months before. But each sun tanned face was wreathed in
smiles, for securely tucked away in those well worn overalls was a snug
sum, their harvest wages, that insured them and their loved ones
against want during the coming winter.
They were going to their "own homes." They did not have to move or worry
about a new location for the following year; things were different now.
This money they had earned, hard earned, it was true. Think of the many
comforts it would buy--shoes for the little ones, and much provisions,
and by judicious expenditure additions might be made to their homes.
They could at least weatherboard them and make them more comfortable.
Such were the thoughts and suggestions that filled the minds of these
faithful home builders throughout the first day of their journey home.
CHAPTER VIII.
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