E-text prepared by David Garcia, Jeannie Howse, and the Project Gutenberg Online Distributed Proofreading Team (https://www.pgdp.net/) from page images generously made available by Kentuckiana Digital Library (http://kdl.kyvl.org/) Note: Project Gutenberg also has an HTML version of this file which includes the original illustrations. See 19071-h.htm or 19071-h.zip: (https://www.gutenberg.org/dirs/1/9/0/7/19071/19071-h/19071-h.htm) or (https://www.gutenberg.org/dirs/1/9/0/7/19071/19071-h.zip) Images of the original pages are available through Kentuckiana Digital Library. See http://kdl.kyvl.org/cgi/t/text/text-idx?c=kyetexts;cc=kyetexts;xc=1&idno=B92-271-32003857&view=toc +--------------------------------------------------------------+ | Transcriber's Note: | | | | While this book is full of dialect and very odd spelling, | | there are a number of obvious typographical errors which | | have been corrected in this text. For a complete list, | | please see the end of this document. | | | +--------------------------------------------------------------+ THE WAY OF THE WIND by ZOE ANDERSON NORRIS Drawings by Oberhardt [Illustration: ZOE ANDERSON NORRIS] New York Published by the Author 1911 Copyright, 1911, by Zoe Anderson Norris Printed in the United States of America Published in October, 1911. By Zoe Anderson Norris. Office of the East Side Magazine, 338 East 15th St., New York PROLOGUE And as the sturdy Pilgrim Fathers cut their perilous way through the dense and dangerous depths of the Forest Primeval for the setting up of their hearthstones, so the courageous pioneers of the desolate and treeless West were forced to fight the fury of the winds. The graves of them lie mounded here and there in the uncultivated corners of the fields, though more often one wanders across the level country, looking for them in the places where they should be and are not, because of the tall and waving corn that covers the length and breadth of the land. And yet the dead are not without memorial. Each steady stalk is a plumed standard of pioneer conquest, and through its palmy leaves the chastened wind remorsefully sighs requiems, chanting, whispering, moaning and sighing from balmy springtime on through the heat of the long summer days, until in the frost the farmers cutting the stalks and stacking them evenly about in the semblance of long departed tepees, leave no dangling blades to sigh through, nor tassels to flout. THE AUTHOR. The Way of the Wind CHAPTER I. [Illustration]