(Eight years—among the best years of life— were lived on the northwest frontier at Chadron in Mountain Nebraska. They were years of early settlement, of conflict between grangers and cattlemen, of drouth, of Farmers’ Alliance, of Indian war,—of desperate hard times. Nothing I have known is so heroic arid heartrending as the struggles of the people on those high plains and mountain slopes to hold their homes, through those years. The life of a country editor is very close to the people—peculiarly so in a new country. From a number of short poems of strictly local character printed then just a few have been chosen. They will be fully understood only by those who were there," but other readers may find them helps in the interpretation of frontier life.) Oh! Chadron, land of wheat and pine, Next Back Back to Legacy |