This stern, uncompromising picture of some phases of pioneer farm life in a rather forbidding rebion of the Middle West is a piece of artistry none the less meritorious because presented in sombre colors. --The New York Times
A story hundreds of married men and women will recognize. And yet no one has ever told it before. No other American has ever had the courage. It is too stark--too ruthless--too mercilessly shorn of stentimentality. No one person could have told it! Only a man and a woman together could have probed so deep into life and seen it so completely.
less able all the time and he's growing so fast--him limber an' quick, and me all thumbs. There ain't nothing like just plain muscle and size to make a fellow feel as if he know'd it all."
Martin had never seemed more competent than this evening as, supper over, he harnessed the horses and helped his mother set the little caravan in motion. It was Martin who guided them to the creek, Martin who decided just where to locate their camp, Martin who, early the next morning, unloaded the wagon and made a temporary tent from its cover, and Martin who set forth on a saddleless horse in search of Peter Mall. When he returned, the big, kindly man came with him, and in Martin's arms there squealed and wriggled a shoat.
"A smart boy you've got, Jacob," chuckled Peter, jovially, after the first heart-warming greetings. "See that critter! Blame me if Martin, here, didn't speak right up and ask me to lend 'er to you!" And he collapsed into gargantuan laughter.
"I promised when she'd growed up and brought pigs, we'