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Publié par | Turner Publishing Company |
Date de parution | 15 mars 2016 |
Nombre de lectures | 0 |
EAN13 | 9781943328307 |
Langue | English |
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WESTWARD THE WOMEN
NANCY WILSON ROSS
Text 1944 by Nancy Wilson Ross.
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All rights reserved. No part of this book may be reproduced or transmitted in any form or by any means, electronic or mechanical, including photocopying, recording, or by any information storage and retrieval system, without written permission of the publisher.
Westward the Women was first published in the United States by Random House, New York in 1944. Published by WestWinds Press, an imprint of Graphics Arts Books, Portland, Oregon, in 2016 with new typography and design.
Library of Congress Cataloging-in-Publication Data
Ross, Nancy Wilson, 1901-1986.
Westward the women / Nancy Wilson Ross.
pages cm
Originally published: New York : Alfred A. Knopf, 1944.
Includes bibliographical references.
ISBN 978-1-943328-08-6 (paperback)
ISBN 978-1-943328-30-7 (e-book)
ISBN 978-1-943328-34-5 (hardbound)
1. Women pioneers-West (U.S.)-History-19th century. 2. Women pioneers-Northwest, Pacific-History-19th century. 3. Women pioneers-West (U.S.)-Biography. 4. Women pioneers-Northwest, Pacific-Biography. 5. Frontier and pioneer life-West (U.S.) 6. Frontier and pioneer life-Northwest, Pacific. 7. West (U.S.)-History-19th century. 8. Northwest, Pacific-History-19th century. I. Title.
F596.R82 2016
978.0082-dc23
2015034591
Design: Vicki Knapton
Published by WestWinds Press
An imprint of
P.O. Box 56118
Portland, Oregon 97238-6118
503-254-5591
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C ONTENTS
Note from the Publisher
I.
A PRONS TO T HEIR E YES
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W ERE F EMALES W ANTED?
III.
E IGHT ON H ER H ONEYMOON
IV.
O NE D ARE N OT B E N ERVOUS IN O REGON
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R ED W OMEN
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F EMALES A RE S OUGHT
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T HE P ROPHET
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T HE R EBEL
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D EAR D IARY
XI.
O VER THE T OP OF THE W ORLD
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About the Author
N OTE FROM THE P UBLISHER
GRAPHIC ARTS BOOKS is pleased to bring to a new generation of readers Westward the Women . Author Nancy Wilson Ross used primary materials such as diaries and letters to tell the fascinating stories of the mostly unsung pioneering women who traveled across the continent to start new lives the Far West. Ms. Ross was born in Washington State and educated in Oregon, and although she was well-traveled and lived in Europe for a number of years, she never lost her enthusiastic appreciation for the history and people of the far northwest corner of the country. Westward the Women was first published during World War II, when many women were employed outside the home for the first time, a development that Ms. Ross believed was made possible only by the hard labor and sacrifices of the resilient and endlessly capable women who in the nineteenth century helped to settle the untamed West.
As Westward the Women is a historic document (Ms. Ross died in 1986), we have decided against making any revisions to the text. The author occasionally uses terminology common to her era for various races or ethnicities that will cause offense to modern readers, and for that we sincerely apologize.
We were young, we were merry, we were very, very wise ,
And the door stood open at our feast ,
When there passed us a woman with the West in her eyes ,
And a man with his back to the East .
MARY ELIZABETH COLERIDGE
WESTWARD THE WOMEN
I.
A PRONS TO T HEIR E YES
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IT IS EASY for Americans to forget how short a journey in time they have come from the great overland trek of men, women, children, and animals which gave this country its present vast span from ocean to ocean. Actually it is just over a hundred years since the first two white women, both from the state of New York, dared the perils of that foreign land between the Ohio Valley and the Pacific coast to come a seven months journey, doubled up in side-saddles-one pregnant, the other an invalid from a stillbirth-over the impassable barrier of the Rocky Mountains down into the green valleys of mythical Oregon.
From the beginning of the nineteenth century the shore of the Western ocean had been drawing men toward it with an inescapable pull. The pull strengthened as the century moved into the thirties, forties, and fifties. It was as though the unawakened American land, sleeping between its bindings of seawater, had itself cried: Take me, claim me, make me your own. . . . So men walked and rode, measured and staked, dug and looted, burned and planted, all the way from Maine to California, making the country theirs-some by rape and some by gentle care.
Where men go, women must of necessity follow. But that is not the whole story of the coming of the women to the West, of this long and arduous journey into deprivation and discomfort. The first to cross the Rocky Mountains came as missionaries, hoping to convert the Indians and thus to serve their Protestant God. Yet already other women had made the same journey, Indian women, serving white men, helping this alien race to conquer their own people by teaching them-the palefaces-to live in the wilderness without discontent. When the Western land yielded gold and silver, towns sprang up overnight on rich diggings, and then there came the adventuresses, the landladies and hookers of parlor house and hurdy-gurdy hall, answering a need and taking money for it in an honest and forthright fashion.
The great majority of westward-moving women, however, were the wives and mothers of the covered-wagon trains. Some of these women came, in tight-lipped protest, simply because their men had caught the virulent Oregon Fever and there was nothing to do but follow. Others were stirred with the American appetite for change, and gladly left sheltered towns and farms in Illinois, New Hampshire, Missouri, or Massachusetts to travel toward a legendary land. There were some who were sick of seeing their children and menfolk shaking their livers out with ague along some Midwestern river and so themselves organized the family exodus. Well, cried Mrs. Waldo, for whose husband, Dan, the lovely Waldo Hills of Oregon were named, in the spring I am going to take the children and go to Oregon, Indians or no Indians. They can t be any worse than the chills and fever.
Though eminent men of presumable knowledge-United States senators among them-decried the western migrations as the mass acts of insane people, nothing could check them once they began. No lurid tales of endless deserts, unscalable mountains, cannibal Indians, and trackless forests stopped the westward surge. For more than three decades thousands of Americans moved slowly day after day across the limitless landscape to settle eventually in struggling communities at fords or ports or clearings in the forest, or to go apart into wilderness solitude, clear a plot of land, and there erect a cabin in which to make a home and raise a family.
There are no simple explanations for the mighty forces that set a whole people in motion. The intimate, heroic, sordid, and glorious saga of the women of the covered-wagon trains moving westward will never lend itself to ready phrasing. Somewhere between the sentimentality of overblown speeches at annual Pioneer Picnics-held in high summer in most Far Western towns-and the bored indifference of the grandchildren of First Settlers lies the material of the greatest American legend: a legend which, like all legends, is equally compounded of truth and myth.
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It is men who have written the world histories, and in writing them they have, almost without exception, ignored women. Another cast of male mind, that of the philosopher, has seen fit to treat women as special human creatures, the possessors of traits so peculiar as to make them objects worthy of separate classifications under Man. Even the Encyclop dia Britannica has followed this latter tradition. Pressed in-somewhat symbolically-between Felucca, a vessel, on one hand, and Femerell, a lantern, on the other, you will find Female: The correlative of male, the sex which performs the function of conceiving and bearing as opposed to the begetting of young. You will search in vain, however, through the Ms for the correlative of female.
Women are history, said Spengler, in one of those quotable phrases which are apt to dissolve into meaninglessness if subjected to too logical a scrutiny. For he added: Men make history, which would seem to imply that men direct women s historical course-a view in agreement with the protestations of most American feminists who argue that man has given woman complete freedom in this country and then refused to accept her use of it if it lay outside the established patterns.
The first of Spengler s aphorisms seems peculiarly apt when we study the history of the great migratory push westward on this continent. It is not possible to say or to write anything about this period in America s development without including women s role in it. For it was women who made possible the conquest and civilizing of the vast Northwestern area-beginning with Sacajawea, * the Indian guide for Lewis and Clark, and continuing down through the many nameless stout-hearted white women who held the very wilderness at bay and finally vanquished it with their insistence on larger clearings, garden patches, wooden floors, roads, schools, and club meetings.
Although the woman of the covered-wagon trains has been regularly presented in Fourth of July oratorical terms as The Pioneer Mother, she refuses to remain merely a generic term. She emerges from the Western saga in too many instances an integrated and powerful personality. Such women as Mary Wa