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
I have often wondered, as no doubt many of my readers have, what there
is in a man's nature that makes him blush and feel ashamed of doing a
little act that is in every respect perfectly natural, and one, that if
publicly known, would raise him in the estimation of his fellow men, and
yet while condemning himself for his weakness, his heart actually throbs
with the pleasure he derives from doing as he has done.
The first day on their return journey from the harvest field was a
joyous one, the relaxation from the strain and the diversion acting as
an elixir. Freed from the noise of clattering machinery out upon the
highway, and relieved of the sight of miles of brown fields of stubble,
our friends rejoiced at the sight of the desert with its thousands of
acres of bunch grass and sagebrush that stretched far ahead of them to
the foothills, there to be met by the dark green shade of the mountain
pine and fir, above which shone in all its glittering splendor the
eternal snow on the mountain peaks. They spoke in endearing terms of the
mighty wilderness as theirs, as if little realizing that the small
portion of that vast domain to which they actually held claim was
insignificant.
They had chosen a different route by which to make their return, one
that led them through a small village situated at the edge of the
desert. It was here that the last night out from home was spent, and
here too was demonstrated the peculiar traits of man's character
referred to at the opening of this chapter.
After the establishment of the camp for the night and after the team had
been cared for, Travis Gully was noticeably restless, and at length
wandered away from his companions and entered the village store. No
thought of his own disheveled appearance entered his mind. It was of the
dear wife and little ones he thought. The morrow would see him with
them, and the long summer's watching and waiting would be at an end.
What more natural than that he should wish to take some little token to
the children and to her, who had borne the burden of the long summer's
separation that they might retain their homestead?
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