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
After the last of those who had bought had taken their purchases and
departed, and but a few of the idle curious remained, viewing the small
pile of articles that had proven unsalable, the reaction came to Travis
Gully in a manner that fairly staggered him. As he beheld this remnant
of his years of accumulation of personal effects laying discarded and
rejected by all, he glanced in the direction of his huddled wife and
children, who were awaiting the departure of the vehicle which was to
carry them to her parents home. Haggard and dejected they looked. He had
not counted on the effect on them, and it smote him. "Oh, well, they
would soon be settled again, and in a home of their own, where every
nail that was driven, every tree that was planted, would be for them,
and would be theirs." With this consoling thought, he thrust his hand
into his pocket and walked toward the barn. He started as his finger
tips came in contact with the money, the proceeds of the sale. Drawing
it forth, he held it for a moment and stared. This, then, was the price
of his wife and children's content; t'was for the acquirement of this
that he had dispoiled their poor little home, and they were, at that
very moment, looking regretfully at the little pile of rubbish, each and
every article of which, though refused by others, could be associated
with some pleasant moment of their lives.
Returning the money to his pocket, and with such thoughts as the above
filling his mind, he entered the barn. There, too, he was overcome with
a feeling of loneliness; the empty stalls where for years his team had
stood, the unfinished feed of hay in the manger just as they had left it
when those faithful creatures had been led away by the hand of new
owners; the cobs from which the corn had been eagerly bitten were still
damp from contact with the mouths that had yielded so willingly to his
guiding hand. Noting each little detail as it gnawed its way into his
soul, he broke down, and with bowed head he wept as only a grief
stricken man can, and thus they found him when he was sought, to tell
him that they were ready to take him and his family, for the last time,
from the home they had occupied for so many years.
The few unsold articles of household goods and those reserved to be
taken on the trip, together with the family, were taken to the home of
Mrs. Gully's parents, where they were to remain until final preparations
for the journey were completed. The evening after and the day following
the sale were both long to be remembered periods in the lives of those
concerned. At intervals friends or relatives would call to bid farewell,
and to wish the Gullys Godspeed on their journey. At such times the
subject of the trip was taken up and discussed, but was referred to at
other times as seldom as possible.
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