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
Laughing aloud at her foolish flights of thought, she hurriedly tossed
back the few strands of hair that had been displaced by the cold breeze
and returned immediately into the room. She gathered up the letters and
scattered papers and put them away, after which she joined in the
conversation and games with the children; but the thoughts of the home
folks remained with her. She wanted them to feel as she felt and to reap
some of the benefits of this land of health, and be a factor in its
development.
Long after she and the children had gone to bed she lay and thought of
her girlhood friends, whom she knew would live their prosaic lives
without ever having known the joys, miseries, delights and sorrows that
enter into the daily life of a pioneer, and she wanted to help them; she
went to sleep with visions of herself as a great benefactress
distributing happiness to thousands of her kind.
The passing of the blizzard marked the turning point of the winter, and
the weather throughout the month of January was nice, and while the snow
did not disappear, there was only an occasional flurry added nothing to
the quantity on the ground. The social meetings at the school house were
not resumed after the Christmas tree, owing to the extreme cold, but the
neighbors visited with each other and met frequently at the store in the
village. At such times when two or more were together the principal
topic was the blizzard. Although the country was comparatively new in
its settlement there was always the proverbial "oldest inhabitant" who
could recall "Just such another winter," but to those who actually knew,
it had been by far the worst blizzard the country had ever known since
the advent of the white man.
There was a legend told by the Indians of the Northwest of the winter of
the long ago when the snow was so deep in the mountains that the deer,
driven from their natural haunts in the mountains, had crossed on the
surface of the frozen Columbia river in search of food and died by the
thousands on the plain. This, to a certain extent, was verified by the
occasional finding of antlers, bleached white by years of exposure to
the rays of the desert sun.
The matter of irrigation was now seldom mentioned. That the party of
Government surveyors who had worked on the project the summer before had
left with their equipment at the first approach of winter was known, but
as to whether they were to return, or had completed their investigation,
was left to conjecture.
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