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Books by Hamlin Garland

Border Edition

Main-Travelled Roads Other Main-Travelled Roads Boy Life Rose of Dutcher's Coolly The Eagle's Heart The Captain of the Gray Horse Troop Hesper Mart Haney's Mate Cavanaugh, Forest Rangers They of the High Trails The Long Trail The Forester's Daughter

Regular Edition

The Light of the Star Prarie Folks The Shadow World Trail of the Gold-Seekers The Tyranny of the Dark Victor Ollnee's Discipline

Harper & Brothers Publishers

Other Editions

Under the Wheel Jason Edwards A Member of the Third House A Little Norsk A Spoil of Office Prairie Songs Crumbling Idols Wayside Courtships The Spirit of Sweetwater Ulysses S. Grant, his life and character Her Mountain Lover Witch's Gold Money Magic Moccassin Ranch A Son of the Middle Border A Daughter of the Middle Border A Prairie Mother

Main-Travelled Roads

By Hamlin Garland

Author of Other Main-Travelled Roads, etc.

Border Edition

Harper & Brothers Publishers New York and London

Main-Travelled Roads

Copyright, 1891, by The Arena Publishing Company Copyright, 1893, by The Century Co. Copyright, 1893, 1899, by Hamlin Garland

My Father and Mother

Whose Half-Century Pilgrimage on the Main-Travelled Road of Life Has Brought Them Only Toil and Deprivation, This Book of Stories Is Dedicated By a Son to Whom Every Day Brings a Deepening Sense of His Parents' Silent Heroism

The main-travelled road in the West (as everywhere) is hot and dusty in summer, and desolate and drear with mud in fall and spring, and in winter the winds sweep the snow across it; but it does sometimes cross a rich meadow where the songs of the larks and bobolinks and blackbirds are tangled. Follow it far enough, it may lead past a bend in the river where the water laughs eternally over its shallows.

Mainly it is long and wearyful, and has a dull little town at one end and a home of toil at the other. Like the main-travelled road of life it is traversed by many classes of people, but the poor and the weary predominate.

Table of Contents. Main-Travelled Roads Foreword xi Introduction 1 A Branch Road 7 Up the Coolly 67 Among the Corn-Rows 131 The Return of a Private 167 Under the Lion's Paw 195 The Creamery Man 219 A Day's Pleasure 245 Mrs. Ripley's Trip 261 Uncle Ethan Ripley 281 God's Ravens 301 A "Good-Fellow's" Wife 327

Foreword

In the summer of 1887, after having been three years in Boston, and six years absent from my old home in northern Iowa, I found myself with money enough to pay my railway fare to Ordway, South Dakota, where my father and mother were living, and as it cost very little extra to go by way of Dubuque and Charles City, I planned to visit Osage, Iowa, and the farm we had opened on Dry Run prairie in 1871.

Up to this time I had written only a few poems, and some articles descriptive of boy life on the prairie, although I was doing a good deal of thinking and lecturing on land reform, and was regarded as a very intense disciple of Herbert Spencer and Henry George--a singular combination, as I see it now. On my way westward, that summer day in 1887, rural life presented itself from an entirely new angle. The ugliness, the endless drudgery, and the loneliness of the farmer's lot smote me with stern insistence. I was the militant reformer.

The farther I got from Chicago the more depressing the landscape became. It was bad enough in our former home in Mitchell County, but my pity grew more intense as I passed from northwest Iowa into southern Dakota. The houses, bare as boxes, dropped on the treeless plains, the barbed-wire fences running at right angles, and the towns mere assemblages of flimsy wooden sheds with painted-pine battlement, produced on me the effect of an almost helpless and sterile poverty.

My dark mood was deepened into bitterness by my father's farm, where I found my mother imprisoned in a small cabin on the enormous sunburned, treeless plain, with no expectation of ever living anywhere else. Deserted by her sons and failing in health, she endured the discomforts of her life uncomplainingly--but my resentment of "things as they are" deepened during my talks with her neighbors who were all housed in the same unshaded cabins in equal poverty and loneliness. The fact that at twenty-seven I was without power to aid my mother in any substantial way added to my despairing mood.

My savings for the two years of my teaching in Boston were not sufficient to enable me to purchase my return ticket, and when my father offered me a stacker's wages in the harvest field I accepted and for two weeks or more proved my worth with the fork, which was still mightier--with me--than the pen.

However, I did not entirely neglect the pen. In spite of the dust and heat of the wheat ricks I dreamed of poems and stories. My mind teemed with subjects for fiction, and one Sunday morning I set to work on a story which had been suggested to me by a talk with my mother, and a few hours later I read to her (seated on the low sill of that treeless cottage) the first two thousand words of Mrs. Ripley's Trip, the first of the series of sketches which became Main Travelled Roads.

I did not succeed in finishing it, however, till after my return to Boston in September. During the fall and winter of '87 and the winter and spring of '88, I wrote the most of the stories in Main Travelled Roads, a novelette for the Century Magazine, and a play called "Under the Wheel." The actual work of the composition was carried on in the south attic room of Doctor Cross's house at 21 Seaverns Avenue, Jamaica Plain.