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
They did not arrive at Gullys in time to establish their camp that
night, as the road they had driven out necessitated slow driving. After
the wagon had been unloaded and the horses cared for, supper was
announced and the strangers accompanying Travis Gully to the house, were
introduced to his family. Norton, who remained until after supper,
knowing that Gully was not prepared to furnish beds for the three men,
invited the two surveyors to accompany him to his shack, where he would
make them as comfortable for the night as he could. He was careful not
to mention the distance nor the scarcity of comforts at his home.
The surveyors accepted his offer of hospitality for the night, and
before they left to accompany him, it was arranged that they were to
return for breakfast the following morning, and the day would be devoted
to preparing their camp, and a trip to the company's land.
It was less than two miles from Gullys to Jack Norton's shack, but to
the surveyors who had been made tired and sore by the long rough ride of
the afternoon, the walk through the darkness across the sage covered
plain, with its numerous obstacles in the way of tufts of bunch grass,
scraggling sagebrush and abandoned badger holes, into and over which
they were constantly stumbling and falling in their efforts to follow
Jack, who, taking advantage of the shorter route, had purposely left the
road. To them the trip seemed interminable, and when they finally
reached Norton's home they staggered in, and after he had lighted the
small kerosene lamp, looked wistfully at the crude bed which Jack
pointed out to them with the remark: "It does not look very inviting,
but I suppose you gentlemen are tired enough to enjoy even these poor
accommodations."
To which Thomas Dugan, the eldest of the two strangers, answered: "I
feel tired enough to sleep anywhere," and added, smilingly, "I wish you
boys could see some of the places where I have bunked while surveying
with the U. S. Geological survey party in Alaska."
Norton's interest was immediately aroused, but knowing the hour to be
growing late, and feeling rather played out himself, from the long hours
of the night before, only remarked, "I would like to hear about it
sometime, Dr. Dugan."
Norton then asked his guests if they felt as though a fire would add to
their comfort, if so he would kindle one, as it would not take a great
while to warm the room.
Earl Stevens replied that all he wanted was "To get to bed."
"Very well," answered Jack. "How about you Mr. Dugan, are you chilly?"
"Not in the least," Dugan answered.
"Then you and Mr. Stevens may occupy my bed. I am sorry I have such
limited quarters that to provide you with separate apartments is
impossible."
"But how about yourself, where are you to sleep?" asked Dugan.
"Never mind about me, I am provided for," laughed Jack, and reaching
under his bed drew out his roll of harvest blankets.
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