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 next few hours of their stay in the village was devoted to shopping,
and were filled with many incidents both amusing and trying. The
constant care of the children as they tugged at their mother's skirts,
calling her attention to various articles that caught their wondering
eyes, the trying on of shoes and selection of ginghams and calicoes,
with one ever present thought, that the purchases must be confined to a
certain amount, made the task a tiresome and nerve racking one. At last
it was finished, and when Travis Gully, who had gone for his team, drove
up to the store and loaded on his purchases, it was a tired and hungry
family that climbed into the wagon and took their places among the many
bundles and boxes with which it was piled and turned their faces
homeward, to drive back over the same dusty road; to listen for hours to
the rattle of the particles of sand as they were lifted high by the
revolving wheels and then allowed to drop upon the paper wrapped
bundles with which the bottom of the wagon was strewn; to listen to the
continuous crackling of the dry sagebrush as the wheels passed over it,
pressing it deep into the yielding sand, and which sprang back into
position after the vehicle had passed and awaited, with a patience born
of years of solitude upon the desert, for the next onslaught, continuing
this torture until ground to powder and mixed with the sand that had
lashed it for years. Take, if you will, a pinch of sand from the sage
covered desert, and seek out from its many particles the tiny atoms of
sagebrush and examine them. They are all the same misshapen, dwarfed and
gray.
It was far into the night before the Gully's reached their home and were
greeted by the faithful old dog who had remained behind, but little
notice was taken of his demonstration of welcome, so after he had
assured himself that all were present, and had tugged at the blanket in
which little Joe was brought, sleeping soundly, into the house, he
retired to his place under the kitchen table. Gully lost no time, after
caring for his horses and seeing that his purchases were safe for the
night, in going to his rest, conscious of the fact that an eventful day
in his life had passed.
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