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 delight of having their father with them once more clung to the
family throughout the day. His every movement was followed by the joyous
band of happy children. They led him to the point where the surveyors
had set their instruments on their land and showed him the little stakes
upon which the plumb bob had been centered, and which they had carefully
preserved, telling him it was there the water was to flow. They told him
of the many little kindnesses bestowed upon them by these good men who
were to provide them with the much needed water, of how they had carried
their letters to and from the distant post office, and had distributed
pennies among the smaller children.
Thus the constant chatter flowed, each little incident doing its part to
reconstruct the tower of hope that was being built, and in which Travis
Gully and his family were to fortify themselves during the coming long
winter months. The remaining few days of pretty weather could not be
wasted in idleness. The trip to the distant town for supplies must be
made; the cistern must be refilled, and more ground gotten ready for
seeding before the frost came. All this Gully realized, and with hopes
and aspirations at their highest point, he was eager to begin
activities.
The horses that had been astray for several days returned for water and
were taken up and held in readiness for daily use. The second day after
Gully's return being Friday, it was decided by he and his wife that the
trip to the town should be made first, as the supplies were running
short. They were to go the following morning, and as it was to be a gala
day the whole family was going.
At this announcement the children danced with glee, as they had not been
further from home than the well since they came the March before, and
little realizing how tiresome the long trip across the desert would be,
they anxiously awaited the arrival of the time to start. Everything was
gotten ready that evening in preparation for the trip, Gully knowing
that the going and coming over the long sandy roads would consume most
of the day. It would require an early start to allow time for their
trading.
Sunrise the following morning found them well on their road to the town,
which could be seen in the distance, although many miles away, and as
the morning hours passed the enthusiasm of the children gradually
exhausted itself, and the last few miles of the trip were made in almost
complete silence, broken only by the monotonous squeaking of the harness
and rattle of the wagon, the box of which was a home made affair, almost
completely wrecked by the strain of being overloaded with barrels of
water, but which had been wired together with bale wire in order that
the boards extending from side to side would sustain the weight of those
seated upon them.
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