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
Travis Gully, after talking with his friends, was astonished and
bewildered by what he learned. A special car had been sent into Chicago,
loaded with a display of the products of this new country, specimens of
timber, minerals, grain and fruit, apples, pears and peaches, the like
of which had never before been seen. "And just think, such land as
produced this fruit was free, open for settlement. All one had to do was
to live on it for a while, and it was theirs."
As he listened to these astounding statements, he asked himself: "Why
was it not possible for him to take advantage of this golden
opportunity? Why could not he, like so many of his friends, sell out and
follow in a few weeks? He would see what could be done." And with this
resolve, fired by this new ambition to possess a home of his own,
prompted by the advice of those of his friends who were casting their
lot with those of the homeseekers, he eagerly sought out each source of
information, even to making inquiry as to the probable cost of tickets
for himself and family, and after bidding those of his friends who were
going goodbye, he watched the train until it rounded a curve that hid it
from view, and promising himself that he would follow at the earliest
possible moment. With pockets bulging with folders, maps and descriptive
literature, he hurried home with the eagerness of a child, to prepare
his family for their first move into the land of unlimited
possibilities.
Gully, upon his arrival home, was met at the gate by his two eldest
girls, who, after opening the gate, received the few small bundles
brought by their father, and scurried away to the house to announce his
arrival. He watched them as they raced to the door. Ida, the eldest, a
slight girl who had just entered her teens, had been her mother's help
in caring for the younger members of the family, had taken up her share
of the household duties since she could stand upon a chair at the
kitchen table, and wash the few dishes after each meal, and then care
for the ever present baby, while her mother took up the never ending
duties of her sordid existence. This constant strain on the girl had
robbed her of her natural childhood and aged her prematurely. This fact
was noted by the father in his present frame of mind as it never had
been before. He thought of the advantages of the freedom of the far
Northwest, and pictured to himself the fields of waving grain, and
over-burdened orchards, as shown in the booklets he had hastily scanned,
and thought of them as his own, as a play ground for his children.
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