FREE BOOKS

Author's List




PREV.   NEXT  
|<   5   6   7   8   9   10   11   12   13   14   15   16   17   18   19   20   21   22   23   24   25   26   27   28   29  
30   31   32   33   34   35   36   37   38   39   40   41   42   43   44   45   46   47   48   49   50   51   52   53   54   >>   >|  
resemblance to the tar-paper shack without creature comforts; nor had we counted on the desolation of prairie on which we were marooned. Before darkness should shut us in, we hurriedly scrambled through our provisions for a can of kerosene. Down in the trunk was a small lamp. We got it out and filled it. And then we faced each other, speechless, each knowing the other's fear--afraid to voice it. Matches! They had not been on our list. I fumbled hastily through the old box cupboard with its few dust-covered odds and ends. Back in a corner was an old tobacco can. Something rattled lightly as I picked it up--matches! We were too weary to light a fire. On a trunk which we used as a table, we spread a cold lunch, tried to swallow a few bites and gave it up. The empty space and the black night had swallowed us up. "We might as well go to bed," said Ida Mary dully. "We'll start back home in the morning," I declared, "as soon as it is daylight." * * * * * Oddly enough, we had never questioned the impulse which led two young city girls to go alone into unsettled land, homesteading. Our people had been pioneers, always among those who pushed back the frontier. The Ammonses had come up from Tennessee into Illinois in the early days and cleared the timberland along the Mississippi Valley some forty miles out of St. Louis. They built their houses of the hand-hewn logs and became land and stock owners. They were not sturdy pioneers, but they were tenacious. Some of them went on into what Grandma Ammons called the Santa Fe Bottoms, a low marshy country along the river, where they became wealthy--or well-to-do, at least--by fattening droves of hogs on acorns. Generally speaking, my mother's family ran to professions, and my father's family to land. Though there was father's cousin, Jack Hunter, who had been west and when he came to visit us now and then told wild tales about the frontier to which my sister and I as little children listened wide-eyed. He wove glowing accounts of the range country where he was going to make a million dollars raising cattle. Cousin Jack always talked big. It was from his highly colored yarns that we had learned all we knew of the West--and from the western magazines which pictured it as an exciting place where people were mostly engaged in shooting one another. While Ida Mary and I were still very young our mother died, and after that we divided our time
PREV.   NEXT  
|<   5   6   7   8   9   10   11   12   13   14   15   16   17   18   19   20   21   22   23   24   25   26   27   28   29  
30   31   32   33   34   35   36   37   38   39   40   41   42   43   44   45   46   47   48   49   50   51   52   53   54   >>   >|  



Top keywords:

pioneers

 
people
 

country

 
frontier
 

family

 

father

 
mother
 

wealthy

 

acorns

 

resemblance


Generally

 
droves
 

speaking

 

fattening

 

Ammons

 

owners

 

sturdy

 
houses
 

tenacious

 

Bottoms


marshy

 

called

 

professions

 

Grandma

 

learned

 
magazines
 
western
 

colored

 
talked
 

highly


pictured
 

exciting

 

divided

 

engaged

 
shooting
 

Cousin

 

cattle

 

sister

 
cousin
 

Hunter


children

 
million
 

raising

 

dollars

 

accounts

 
glowing
 

listened

 
Though
 

covered

 

fumbled