Yeatman High School - Yeatman Life Yearbook (St Louis, MO)

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Page Farly-Eight THE ROGUES' GALLERY

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' , . f f wff :fyf Qf,...- ,f J 574 Iwi? 2 ,, LQ Air. J 5021, tw ex ,f,, .M 40, W f WWQ w, ,, HW, 'zz ,,, 5,3 GRANDMOTHIiR'S SUNSET LOUISE MAGOON It was June, and the sun was setting in all its glory over the western hills. Uncle Jim, is there anything more beautiful than this sunset? I asked, turn- ing to the fine, old gentleman at my side. Well, my dear, every evening when the sun goes down, it seems as if no other sun- set has ever been so beautiful. I'm al- ways reminded of the story of my grand- mother's sunset. ' Your grandmotherfs sunset? What' do you mean? I asked. It's a pretty long story, but I never tire of telling it, if you want to listenf, So the dear, old gentleman lighted his pipe, settled himself in his rocking chair, and began: My mother told me when I was just a boy. 'Twas August, 1800 that my grand- mother made her trip. She and grand- father had come to Indiana from New York in a covered wagon with two teams of oxen. Their earthly goods consisted of some scant house furnishings, some provisions, their oxen and wagon, a horse, and a few dollars in cash. They came to Indiana and set- tled in the Ohio valley on a government grant. There they built a tiny log cabin, and worked hard to cultivate the farm and make a living. On the fertile Indiana soil it wasn't hard for an enthusiastic, steady fellow like grandfather John to get ahead. They developed a good farm and soon be- came trusted people in the country a- round. One day the mail carrier who delivered mail about once a month, brought a letter from New York to grandmother Ruth. Amid great excitement, she opened the letter and read it. It was from a lawyer telling her that an uncle of hers had died and left her a thousand dollars. The mon- ey would be given to her if she would come and sign some important papers that could not be intrusted to the uncertain mails of that day. After the excitement caused by this let- ter had subsided a little, the question arose as to how grandmother was to get to New York. The only means of traveling in those days were by the stage coach or by horse-back. There was no stage-coach line near their home. so that way was im- possible for her. The only way left was to go on the back of Dobbin, the strong, trusty horse. To a modern woman this seems impossible, but to grandma Ruth, a strong, capable,pioneer woman, it didn't seem such an overwhelming task. It was absolutely necessary to go, because in those times a thousand dollars seemed a fortune to Indiana farmers, and the folks could use it well. There was nothing to fear from the In- dians at that time. There were only friendly ones along the trail because the hostile tribes had been driven far north in a recent raid. It was not without pangs of uneasiness and self-reproach, however, that grandpa consented to let her start on this six hundred mile journey. To make it even harder for grandma, baby Sarah was only a few months old, so she had to be taken along. Monday morning, the tenth of August was set for her departure. Early in the morning, just as the sun was rising, grandfather put the side saddle on Dobbin and strapped grandmothers bun- dle to the saddle. After bidding good-bye to the neighbors who had come to see her off, she kissed her husband good-bye, and let him lift her on- to the saddle. After one of the neighbor women had handed baby Sarah to her, she started on her long trip. She traveled in the daytime and stopped at farmhouses at night. In good weather she sometimes rode twenty-five miles a day. On rainy days and on Sundays she stopped at farm- Pngi' l m'.1-x--.Yfbzf .,,y.