A SON OF THE MIDDLE BORDER
by
HAMLIN GARLAND
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January twenty-second.
Dear Mrs. LeCron:
In the spring of 1898, after finishing my LIFE OF ULYSSES S. GRANT, I began to plan to go into the Klondike over the Telegraph Trail. One day in showing the maps of my route to William Dean Howells, I said, "I shall go in here and come out there," a trail of nearly twelve hundred miles through an almost unknown country. As I uttered this I suddenly realized that I was starting on a path holding many perils and that I might not come back.
With this in mind, I began to dictate the story of my career up to that time. It was put in the third person but it was my story and the story of my people, the Garlands and the McClintocks. This manuscript, crude and hasty as it was, became the basis of A SON OF THE MIDDLE BORDER. It was the beginning of a four-volume autobiography which it has taken me fifteen years to write. As a typical mid-west settler I felt that the history of my family would be, in a sense, the chronicle of the era of settlement lying between 1840 and 1914. I designedly kept it intimate and personal, the joys and sorrows of a group of migrating families. Of the four books, Volume One, THE TRAIL MAKERS, is based upon my memory of the talk around a pioneer fireside. The other three volumes are as true as my own memory can make them.
Hamlin Garland
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A SON OF THE MIDDLE BORDER
by
HAMLIN GARLAND
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Grosset & Dunlap Publishers by arrangement with The MacMillan Company
Printed in the United States of America
Copyright, 1914 And 1917 by P. F. Collier & Son
Copyright, 1917 by Hamlin Garland
Set up and electrotyped. Published August, 1917. Reprinted March, 1925, December, 1925. Reissued, January, 1927, February, 1928.
CONTENTS
CHAPTER PAGE
I. HOME FROM THE WAR 1
II. THE MCCLINTOCKS 14
III. THE HOME IN THE COULEE 27
IV. FATHER SELLS THE FARM 42
V. THE LAST THRESHING IN THE COULEE 50
VI. DAVID AND HIS VIOLIN 59
VII. WINNESHEIK "WOODS AND PRAIRIE LANDS" 68
VIII. WE MOVE AGAIN 79
IX. OUR FIRST WINTER ON THE PRAIRIE 85
Table of contents (by pages)
- 1: A Son of the Middle Border by Hamlin Garland
- 2: After shaking the cup with the grounds at the bottom
- 3: Held it toward the staring babe
- 4: The mangled victim hastens away
- 5: Though he was deeply moved to do so
- 6: Of how they landed in Milwaukee with Susan
- 7: Was deeply skilled with axe and steering oars
- 8: Our farm lay well up in what is called Green's coulee
- 9: The room swarmed with McClintocks
- 10: That is only a little baby bee
- 11: Grandmother had very little learning
- 12: It was a Dudley against a McClintock
- 13: But not until William was over sixty
- 14: But I heard Uncle David describe it
- 15: All the McClintocks were farmers
- 16: Whitwell was ever quite welcome even at our quilting bees
- 17: In summer Harriet and I drove the cows to pasture
- 18: Bears and wildcats we held in real terror
- 19: I was especially moved by The Old Armchair
- 20: Some of these mounds were miniature peaks of clear sand
- 21: The teacher observing my distress
- 22: Speer intends to make of it a model dairy farm
- 23: And the winter consumes all the summer doth yield
- 24: And from her we always demanded Nettie Wildwood
- 25: For I wore no shoes and the stubble was very sharp
- 26: The ceaseless ringing hum and the bow ouw
- 27: Came sharply through the frosty air
- 28: We got tired of wallowing in the straw at last
- 29: The stackers slid down from the straw pile
- 30: But the experiences of Thanksgiving day
- 31: And in the light of it sits Grandfather McClintock
- 32: ' Dave get out your fiddle and tune us all up
- 33: And struck up The Year of Jubilo
- 34: Firelight and the shine of tender eyes
- 35: My feet were shod with winged boots
- 36: And the chairs and dishes being loaded into a big sleigh
- 37: We reached Hesper and entered a long stretch of woods
- 38: Ate from wooden plates or wooden bowls
- 39: The pigeons passed after a few days
- 40: We explored it at every opportunity
- 41: Here we are on The Big Prairie
- 42: And the kettle was singing busily on its familiar stove
- 43: Swiftly they thundered across the sod
- 44: That chap's too young to run a plow
- 45: Storehouses which the plow had violated
- 46: Whenever Harriet spoke she whispered
- 47: Copper toes belonged to little boys
- 48: The local professional fiddler
- 49: Burton Babcock was my seat mate
- 50: Boom of the prairie cock our hearts quickened
- 51: He considered that we were having a very comfortable boyhood
- 52: With the sinews of my legs shortened
- 53: Prairie wolves lurked in the groves and swales
- 54: A quaint old Englishman named Barker
- 55: On the south by OSAGE AND CHICAGO
- 56: Howled and roared and whistled around our frail shelter
- 57: Strike for your altars and your fires
- 58: Little Shocky and sweet patient Hannah
- 59: Was pumping water for our herd
- 60: In this my mother often took part
- 61: Half dismembered copy of Scott or Cooper
- 62: Bringing fields of ice almost to our door
- 63: For I deeply envied him the skates which he wore
- 64: How many times I harrowed and cross harrowed it I cannot say
- 65: Fawn like creatures they are supposed to be
- 66: Pawing the dust or kneeling to tear the sod with their horns
- 67: Still clung to his deep den on the rocky unplowed ridges
- 68: And in return Cyrus and Eva came to help us
- 69: And the shimmering air is filled with buzzing
- 70: I recall hearing one of the tired house wives say
- 71: She snorted no more in exultation and confident strength
- 72: Sitting in the swaying top of his light buggy
- 73: Harriet wanted an organ like Mary Abby Gammons
- 74: We were all worshippers of wheat in those days
- 75: The Marsh Harvester was not yet in general use
- 76: The water jug filled a large place
- 77: A full crew consisted of a stacker
- 78: Everybody played Authors at this time also
- 79: The flame touched the high piled sheaves
- 80: While still I was hobbling about
- 81: Though with a sense of dissatisfaction
- 82: In stacking he pitched bundles
- 83: The Grange Picnic was a grand turn out
- 84: But to cheer Huckleberry at the home stretch was a privilege
- 85: The little old log cabin in the lane
- 86: Growing whiter and whiter until one beautiful
- 87: For most of the harvest help that year were rough
- 88: Cursing ruffians followed by brave Jim McCarty
- 89: And I not only went without the duster
- 90: It meant escape from the drudgery of the farm
- 91: Watch dogs guarding the Davis farm house
- 92: Joe Belford hunched his brother
- 93: These also cost a dime when new
- 94: Nearly all the open land had been fenced and plowed
- 95: Even the members of the Grange
- 96: But in coming down I usually swung from beam to beam
- 97: The young orator enumerated the beautiful phases of nature
- 98: Day by day I drilled and drilled and drilled
- 99: But I was not ready to have even Prof
- 100: Two or three boys wore real tailor made suits
- 101: Today we move back upon the farm
- 102: He too resented the curry comb and the dung fork
- 103: I took a well defined pride in stacking
- 104: Some farmers threshed directly from the shock
- 105: Cora was my ingenue opposite
- 106: Hence we boldly organized a tour
- 107: And interrupted the flow of my trouser legs
- 108: Babcock was famous for her pies and cakes
- 109: The fact that Ethel did not like Hawthorne
- 110: Linen duster was sagging at the sides
- 111: Every fleeting literary allusion in the magazines
- 112: Osage published two papers and was
- 113: Lawyer's hack had a powerful effect upon my mind
- 114: Burton and I became very serious
- 115: I began to detect here and there a friendly smile
- 116: This brought the harvesting to a stand
- 117: It's a silver wedding and a 'send off' combined
- 118: I had never ridden in a railway coach
- 119: The sound of a violin is mingled with my memories of Ramsey
- 120: In her tone was friendly dismissal
- 121: Aberdeen was the end of the line
- 122: But I carefully omitted all reference to shingling
- 123: A small town on the Mississippi river
- 124: He said and left me beside the kitchen fire
- 125: All the farmers on this road must know the Harris family
- 126: Eagerly I visited the old coulee
- 127: Toward a very common yet difficult job
- 128: I passed from superintendent to foreman
- 129: I heard the rat tat tat of a hammer
- 130: Accordingly I set to work with a wheelbarrow
- 131: My father had told me of the elder Booth
- 132: Soon the straggling farm houses thickened into groups
- 133: I asked the way to the Atlantic Hotel
- 134: Our patriotism deepened with it
- 135: The houses standing sidewise to the gutter
- 136: Because Hawthorne had lived there
- 137: Passing wonderful old homesteads gray and mossy
- 138: Illinois and Dakota were all the same to them
- 139: And carrying our inseparable valises
- 140: Frank being harshly persuaded by his own need
- 141: And so with our valises between us
- 142: And bought tickets for Greenfield
- 143: Was all for going to the Broadway Hotel
- 144: Not knowing precisely how to retreat
- 145: We opened our small window and leaning out
- 146: Our exultant return over the Alleghanies
- 147: I say luckily because I never could account for it
- 148: On Saturday I usually went to town
- 149: To mark the location of our claims with the straddle bugs
- 150: This taking possession of the virgin sod
- 151: And so with an unexpurgated volume of Taine
- 152: Eyes ached with light and hearts sickened with loneliness
- 153: One blizzard followed another with ever increasing fury
- 154: But I kindled a fire with the blocks
- 155: Sometime during these winter days
- 156: Bashford had gone there from the west as a student
- 157: CHAPTER XXVIOn to Boston With plenty of time to think
- 158: One at three cents and a larger one at five cents
- 159: The Harvard lectures were inaccessible
- 160: Herbert Spencer remained my philosopher and master
- 161: Have you spoken to the Librarian about it
- 162: For I was even at this time an intellectual aristocrat
- 163: Booth taught millions of Americans the dignity
- 164: Nevertheless I persisted in my studies
- 165: I haven't any money for tuition
- 166: And while I did not blame them for it
- 167: Bashford and I got on smoothly
- 168: I've got to get out and earn more
- 169: Kindly woman a resident of Hyde Park
- 170: Hurd gave me a close grip and said
- 171: During my second summer Burton Babcock
- 172: It ended in his coming to Boston
- 173: Neither of us ever really became a Bostonian
- 174: I sent The Corn Husking to the New American Magazine
- 175: Kirkland and my daughters are in Michigan for the summer
- 176: Familiar rather than picturesque
- 177: With quickened pulse and seeking eye
- 178: Among the first to pace slowly by was Lawyer Ricker
- 179: But I thought I'd try wheat again
- 180: We usually ate while clothed in our sweaty garments
- 181: From the stove to the bedchamber
- 182: And when the toiler is both badly clothed and badly fed
- 183: So eager that she could not remain seated
- 184: I pencilled rough outlines of poems
- 185: The merely beautiful in art seemed petty
- 186: Picture after picture of the plain
- 187: At any rate the historical old hall
- 188: On Monday my good friend Chamberlin
- 189: More concerned with literary than with social problems
- 190: Howells and the so called realists
- 191: Howells was at this time living
- 192: Howells stopped me with a compliment
- 193: Exaltation over his continued interest and friendship
- 194: In the end they compromised by calling me the Dean
- 195: Clement no longer edits the Transcript
- 196: I decided to make another trip to the West
- 197: On the third day we resumed our journey toward Dakota
- 198: Jessie and I sat in agonized suspense awaiting his report
- 199: Shall I give up my career at this point
- 200: And Jessie can run up during vacation
- 201: She had no desire to go to school in Osage
- 202: And I resumed my writing in a mood of bitter resentment
- 203: That the editor would object to them
- 204: For the very good reason that none of the magazines
- 205: And the number of alien farm renters was increasing
- 206: It was from the praise of Howells
- 207: A vast and non sectional union of the corn growers
- 208: Why can't you write a serial story for us
- 209: Elia Peattie sat beside him at a meeting when I spoke
- 210: And in central Iowa the crops were fairly abundant
- 211: They were thinking of my relationship to them
- 212: I was only stopping in it in order to be near the Hernes
- 213: I'll never get out to Dakota again
- 214: The irrigated country is the next field for development
- 215: Sitting among his bees in Gill's Coulee
- 216: I hated to see him leave the valley
- 217: And to Crane my brother and I were at least dukes
- 218: The Bacheller Syndicate took a kindly interest in me
- 219: I'd like to see Addison once more
- 220: He was actually on his way into Colorado
- 221: Edwin Markham was an Oakland school teacher
- 222: From Dakota he had been lured to Montana
- 223: Or if you want to go back to Neshonoc
- 224: To satisfy my father and to gratify myself
- 225: And started east by way of Denver and Chicago
- 226: And at once announced my plan to Howells
- 227: And her brain ached with the weight of its new conceptions
- 228: But the McClintocks were well represented
- 229: You and Deb sing Nellie Wildwood
- 230: Surrounded by these farmer folk
