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Winning the Wilderness

Winning the Wilderness

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Winning the Wilderness


In all the story of the world of man,

Who blazed the way to greater, better things?

Who stopped the long migration of wild men,

And set the noble task of building human homes?

The learned recluse? The forum teacher?

The poet-singer? The soldier, voyager,

Or ruler? ’T was none of this proud line.

The man who digged the ground foretold the destiny

Of men. ’T was he made anchor for the heart;

Gave meaning to the hearthstone, and the birthplace,

And planted vine and figtree at the door.

He made e’en nations possible. Aye, when

With his stone axe he made a hoe, he carved,

Unwittingly, the scepter of the world.

The steps by which the multitudes have climbed

Were all rough-hewn by this base implement.

In its rude path have followed all the minor

Arts of men. Hark back along the centuries,

And hear its march across the continents.

From zone to zone, all ’round the bounteous world,

The man whose skill makes rich the barren field

And causes grass to grow, and flowers to blow,

And fruits to ripen, and grain turn to gold—

That man is King! Long live the King!

Mrs. J. K. Hudson.




They sought the trail and followed it westward
in the face of the wind


WINNING

THE WILDERNESS

BY

MARGARET HILL McCARTER

Author of “The Price of the Prairie,” “A Wall of Men,” “The Peace

of the Solomon Valley,” “A Master’s Degree,” etc.

ILLUSTRATIONS BY

J. N. MARCHAND


CHICAGO

A. C. McCLURG & CO.

1914


Copyright

A. C. McClurg & Co.

1914


Published September, 1914


Copyrighted in Great Britain

W. F. HALL PRINTING COMPANY, CHICAGO


To

THAT FARMER FATHER AND MOTHER

WITH THEIR HANDS ON TODAY

BUT WITH THEIR EYES ON TOMORROW

WHO THROUGH LABOR AND LONELINESS AND

HOPES LONG DEFERRED

HAVE WON A DESERT TO FRUITFULNESS

A WILDERNESS TO BEAUTY


FOREWORD

A reach of level prairie bounded only by the edge of the world—misty ravelings of heliotrope and amber, covered only by the arch of heaven—blue, beautiful and pitiless in its far fathomless spaces. To the southwest a triple fold of deeper purple on the horizon line—mere hint of commanding headlands thitherward. Across the face of the prairie streams wandering through shallow clefts, aimlessly, somewhere toward the southeast; their course secured by gentle swells breaking into sheer low bluffs on the side next to the water, or by groups of cottonwood trees and wild plum bushes along their right of way. And farther off the brown indefinite shadowings of half-tamed sand dunes. Aside from these things, a featureless landscape—just grassy ground down here and blue cloud-splashed sky up there.

The last Indian trail had disappeared. The hoofprints of cavalry horses had faded away. The price had been paid for the prairie—the costly measure of death and daring. But the prairie itself, in its loneliness and loveliness, was still unsubdued. Through the fury of the winter’s blizzard, the glory of the springtime, the brown wastes of burning midsummer, the long autumn, with its soft sweet air, its opal skies, and the land a dream of splendor which the far mirage reflects and the wide horizon frames in a curtain of exquisite amethyst—through none of these was the prairie subdued. Only to the coming of that king whose scepter is the hoe, did soul of the soil awake to life and promise. To him the wilderness gave up everything except its beauty and the sweep of the freedom-breathing winds that still inspire it.


CONTENTS

PART I

CHAPTER PAGE
I The Blessing of Asher   1
II The Sign of the Sunflower   16
III The Will of the Wind   30
IV Distress Signals   45
V A Plainsman of the Old School   58
VI When the Grasshopper Was a Burden   82
VII The Last Bridge Burned   103
VIII

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