A Tramp Across the Continent
Charles Fletcher Lummis
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Charles Fletcher Lummis (1859 – 1928) was a United States journalist and Indian rights and historic preservation activist; he is also known as a historian, photographer, ethnographer, archaeologist, poet and librarian.Whoever aspires to the adventures of "A Tramp Across the Continent" would do well first to read those of Charles F. Lummis. What is the author's ground for characterizing his tramp from Ohio to California as "joy on legs" is difficult for a reader of his hardships and hairbreadth escapes to detect. If not between the devil and the deep sea at every step, rattlesnakes, centipedes, striped skunks, prickly pears, coyotes, wildcats, and a dog companion finally going mad, served the same purpose. The tramp, however, as described in the graphic, frequently thrilling style of the traveler, is such as any one would delight to take—on paper, between covers. Every step of the way is photographed. The book commends itself especially to the youth yearning for the unfettered luxury of ranch or frontier. There is probably not one young fellow in a thousand who would have shown the nerve and persistence of Lummis in this tramp. His book has such heart in it, such simplicity and strength, it Is as good to read as any story of adventure may be. The book is full of quotable passages, and the best service one can do any reader is to refer him to the volume itself. He will not find a dull page in it. There is plenty of humor and on the whole a better or more amusing book of its sort cannot be found. It is capital reading for all, old and young. There is, of course. a great deal about hunting and fishing in the book. A typical passage from the book is as follows:"Near Magnolia a hard, mean-faced, foul-mouthed fellow met me, and before I fairly noticed him, had a cocked revolver under my nose with a demand to "give up my stuff." I was considerably worried, but a look into his eyes convinced me that he lacked what is called, in the expressive idiom of the plains, "sand." "Well," I drawled, "I haven't very much, but what there is you are welcome to," and unbuttoning my coat deliberately, as if for a pocketbook, I jerked out the big, hidden forty-four, knocked the pistol from his fist with the heavy barrel in the same motion, and gave him a turn at looking down a muzzle. Now he was as craven as he had been abusive, and begged and knelt and blubbered like the cowardly cur he was. I pocketed his pistol, which is still among my relics, gave him a few hearty kicks and cuffs for the horrible names he had called me when he was "in power," and left him grovelling there."CONTENTSI. The Start And The Reasons II. Really "out West"III. In And Out Among The RockiesIV. Mountain DaysV. Skirting The RockiesVI. Over The DivideVII. The Land Of The AdobeVIII. The Mineral BeltIX. Pulling Through A Narrow Escape X. The Fiesta De Los MuertosXI. Across The Rio GrandeXII. From Cabero To San MateoXIII. Territorial TypesXIV. With The NomadsXV. A Streak or LeanXVI. Western ArizonaXVII. The Verge Of The DesertXVIII. The Worst Of ItXIX. On The Home Stretch This book originally published in 1892 has been reformatted for the Kindle and may contain an occasional defect from the original publication or from the reformatting.