Portland, Oregon,
January 15, 1905.
CONTENTS
| Page | ||
| I. | A Removal is Planned | [15] |
| II. | Early Life in the Middle West | [22] |
| III. | Marrying and Giving in Marriage | [28] |
| IV. | Old Blood and New | [35] |
| V. | Sally O’Dowd | [43] |
| VI. | The Beginning of a Journey | [50] |
| VII. | Scotty’s First Romance | [55] |
| VIII. | A Border Incident | [62] |
| IX. | The Captain defends the Law | [68] |
| X. | The Captain makes a Distinction | [76] |
| XI. | Mrs. McAlpin seeks Advice | [84] |
| XII. | Jean becomes a Witness | [92] |
| XIII. | An Approaching Storm | [99] |
| XIV. | A Camp in Consternation | [106] |
| XV. | Cholera Rages | [113] |
| XVI. | Jean’s Visit beyond the Veil | [121] |
| XVII. | Father and Daughter | [128] |
| XVIII. | The Little Doctor | [134] |
| XIX. | A Brief Message for Mrs. Benson | [142] |
| XX. | The Teamsters Desert | [148] |
| XXI. | An Unexpected Encounter | [156] |
| XXII. | The Squaw Man | [163] |
| XXIII. | The Squaw asserts her Rights | [170] |
| XXIV. | A Mormon Woman | [177] |
| XXV. | Jean loses her Way | [184] |
| XXVI. | Le-Le, the Indian Girl | [191] |
| XXVII. | Jean transformed | [197] |
| XXVIII. | The Stampede | [203] |
| XXIX. | In the Land of Drouth | [209] |
| XXX. | Bobbie goes to his Mother | [217] |
| XXXI. | Through the Oregon Mountains | [223] |
| XXXII. | Letters from Home | [229] |
| XXXIII. | Love finds a Way | [238] |
| XXXIV. | Happy Jack introduces Himself | [246] |
| XXXV. | Ashleigh makes New Plans | [253] |
| XXXVI. | Happy Jack is Surprised | [258] |
| XXXVII. | News for Jean | [264] |
| XXXVIII. | The Brothers journey Homeward Together | [271] |
| XXXIX. | The Old Homestead | [283] |
| XL. | The Unexpected Happens | [290] |
| XLI. | “In Prison and Ye Visited Me” | [299] |
| XLII. | Too Busy to be Miserable | [303] |
| XLIII. | Jean is Happy—and Another Person | [307] |
FROM THE
WEST TO THE WEST
I
A REMOVAL IS PLANNED
On the front veranda of a rectangular farmhouse, somewhat pretentious for its time and place, stood a woman in expectant attitude. The bleak wind of a spent March day played rudely with the straying ends of her bright, abundant red-brown hair, which she brushed frequently from her careworn face as she peered through the thickening shadows of approaching night. The ice-laden branches of a leafless locust swept the latticed corner behind which she had retreated for protection from the wind. A great white-and-yellow watch-dog crouched expectantly at her feet, whining and wagging his tail.