The Moccasin Ranch.
by Hamlin Garland.
I
MARCH
Early in the gray and red dawn of a March morning in 1883, two wagons moved slowly out of Boomtown, the two-year-old "giant of the plains." As the teams drew past the last house, the strangeness of the scene appealed irresistibly to the newly arrived immigrants. The town lay behind them on the level, treeless plain like a handful of blocks pitched upon a russet robe. Its houses were mainly shanties of pine, one-story in height, while here and there actual tents gleamed in the half-light with infinite suggestion of America"s restless pioneers.
The wind blew fresh and chill from the west. The sun rose swiftly, and the thin scarf of morning cloud melted away, leaving an illimitable sweep of sky arching an almost equally majestic plain. There was a poignant charm in the air--a smell of freshly uncovered sod, a width and splendor in the view which exalted the movers beyond words.
The prairie was ridged here and there with ice, and the swales were full of posh and water. Geese were slowly winging their way against the wind, and ducks were sitting here and there on the ice-rimmed ponds. The sod was burned black and bare, and so firm with frost that the wagon chuckled noisily as it pa.s.sed over it. The whistle of the driver called afar, startling the ducks from their all-night resting-places.
One of the teams drew a load of material for a house, together with a few household utensils. The driver, a thin-faced, blue-eyed man of thirty, walked beside his horses. His eyes were full of wonder, but he walked in silence.
The second wagon was piled high with boxes and barrels of groceries and hardware, and was driven by a handsome young fellow with a large brown mustache. His name was Bailey, and he seemed to be pointing the way for his companion, whom he called Burke.
As the sun rose, a kind of transformation-scene took place. The whole level land lifted at the horizon till the teams seemed crawling forever at bottom of an enormous bowl. Mystical forms came into view--grotesquely elongated, unrecognizable. Hills twenty, thirty miles away rose like apparitions, astonishingly magnified. Willows became elms, a settler"s shanty rose like a shot-tower--towns. .h.i.therto unseen swam and palpitated in the yellow flood of light like shaken banners low-hung on unseen flagstaffs.
Burke marched with uplifted face. He was like one suddenly wakened in a new world, where nothing was familiar. Not a tree or shrub was in sight.
Not a mark of plough or harrow--everything was wild, and to him mystical and glorious. His eyes were like those of a man who sees a world at its birth.
Hour after hour they moved across the swelling land. Hour after hour, while the yellow sun rolled up the slope, putting to flight the morning shapes on the horizon--striking the plain into level prose again, and warming the air into genial March. Hour after hour the horses toiled on till the last cabin fell away to the east, like a sail at sea, till the road faded into a trail almost imperceptible on the firm sod.
And so at last they came to the land of "the straddle-bug"--the squatters" watch dog--three boards nailed together (like a stack of army muskets) to mark a claim. Burke resembled a man taking his first sea-voyage. His eyes searched the plain restlessly, and his brain dreamed. Bailey, an old settler--of two years" experience--whistled and sang and shouted l.u.s.tily to his tired beasts.
It drew toward noon. Bailey"s clear voice shouted back, "When we reach that swell we"ll see the Western Coteaux." The Western Coteaux! To Burke, the man from Illinois, this was like discovering a new range of mountains.
"There they rise," Bailey called, a little later.
Burke looked away to the west. Low down on the horizon lay a long, blue bank, hardly more substantial than a line of cloud. "How far off are they?" he asked, in awe.
"About twenty-five miles. Our claims are just about in line with that gap." Bailey pointed with his whip. "And about twelve miles from here.
We"re on the unsurveyed land now."
Burke experienced a thrill of exultation as he looked around him. In the distance, other carriages were crawling like beetles. A couple of shanties, newly built on a near-by ridge, glittered like gold in the sun, and the piles of yellow lumber and the straddle-bugs increased in number as they left the surveyed land and emerged into the finer tract which lay as yet unmapped. At noon they stopped and fed their animals, eating their own food on the ground beside their wagons.
While they rested, Bailey kept his eyes on their backward trail, watching for his partner, Rivers. "It"s about time Jim showed up," he said, once again.
Burke seemed anxious. "They won"t get off the track, will they?"
Bailey laughed at his innocence. "Jim Rivers has located about seventy-five claims out here this spring. I guess he won"t lose his bearings."
"I"m afraid Blanche"ll get nervous."
"Oh, Jim will take care of her. She won"t be lonesome, either. He"s a great favorite with the women, always ga.s.sin"--Well, this won"t feed the baby," he ended, leaping to his feet.
They were about to start on when a swift team came into sight. The carriage was a platform-spring wagon, with a man and woman in the front seat, and in the rear a couple of alert young fellows sat holding rifles in their hands and eyeing the plain for game.
"h.e.l.lo!" said the driver, in a pleasant shout. "How you getting on?"
"Pretty well," replied Bailey.
"Should say you were. I didn"t know but we"d fail to overhaul you."
Burke went up to the wagon. "Well, Blanche, what do you think of it--far"s you"ve got?"
"Not very much," replied his wife, candidly. She was a handsome woman, but looked tired and a little cross, at the moment. "I guess I"ll get out and ride with you," she added.
"Why, no! What for?" asked Rivers, hastily. "Why not go right along out to the store with us?"
"Why, yes; that"s the thing to do, Blanche. We"ll be along soon," said Burke. "Stay where you are."
She sat down again, as if ashamed to give her reason for not going on with these strange men.
"I was just in the middle of a story, too," added Rivers, humorously.
"Well, so long." And, cracking his whip, he started on. "We"ll have supper ready when you arrive!" he shouted back.
Burke could not forget the look in his wife"s eyes. She was right. It would have been pleasanter if she had stayed with him. They had been married several years, but his love for her had not grown less. Perhaps for the reason that she dominated him.
She was a fine, powerful girl, while he was a plain man, slightly stooping, with thin face and prominent larynx. She had brought a little property to him, which was unusual enough to give her a sense of importance in all business transactions of the firm.
She had consented to the sale of their farm in Illinois with great reluctance, and, as Burke rode along on his load of furniture, he recalled it all very vividly, and it made him anxious to know her impression of his claim. As he took her position for a moment, he got a sudden sense of the loneliness and rawness of this new land which he had not felt before. The woman"s point of view was so different from that of the adventurous man.
Twice they were forced to partly unload in order to cross ravines where the frost had fallen out, and it was growing dark as they rose over the low swell, from which they could see a dim, red star, which Burke guessed to be the shanty light, even before Bailey called, exultantly:
"There she blows!"
The wind had grown chill and moist, the quacking ducks were thickening on the pools, and strange noises came from ghostly swells and hidden creeks. The tired horses moved forward with soundless feet upon the sod, which had softened during the day. They quickened their steps when they saw the lantern shine from the pole before the building.
The light of the lamp, and the sight of Blanche standing in the doorway of the cabin at the back of the store-room, was a beautiful sight to Burke. Set over against the wet, dark prairie, with its boundless sweep of unknown soil, the shanty seemed a radiant palace.
"Supper"s all ready, Willard!" called Blanche, and the tired man"s heart leaped with joy to hear the tender, familiar cadence of her voice. It was her happy voice, and when she used it men were her slaves.
Bailey came out with one of the land-seekers.
"Go in to supper, boys; we"ll take care of the teams," was his hearty command.
The tired freighters gladly did as they were bid, and, scooping up some water from a near-by hollow on the sod, hurriedly washed their faces and sat down to a supper of chopped potatoes, bacon and eggs, and tea (which Blanche placed steaming hot upon the table), in such joy as only the weary worker knows.
Mrs. Burke was in high spirits. The novelty of the trip, the rude shanty, with its litter of shavings, and its boxes for chairs, the bundles of hay for beds, gave her something like the same pleasure a picnic might have done. It appealed to the primeval in her. She forgot her homesickness and her vague regrets, and her smiles filled her husband with content.
Rivers and the others soon came in, and after supper there was a great deal of energetic talk. The young land-seekers were garrulous with delight over their claims, which they proudly exalted above the stumps and stones of the farms "back home."
"Why, it took three generations of my folks to clear off forty acres of land," said one of them. "They just wore themselves out on it. I told Hank he could have it, and I"d go West and see if there wasn"t some land out there which wouldn"t take a man"s lifetime to grub out and smooth down. And I"ve found it."