{"id":5202,"date":"2011-10-25T15:23:34","date_gmt":"2011-10-25T19:23:34","guid":{"rendered":"http:\/\/www.pioneergirl.com\/blog\/?p=5202"},"modified":"2020-03-26T11:08:58","modified_gmt":"2020-03-26T15:08:58","slug":"bison-the-bison-track","status":"publish","type":"post","link":"http:\/\/www.pioneergirl.com\/blog\/archives\/5202","title":{"rendered":"bison \/ &#8220;The Bison Track&#8221;"},"content":{"rendered":"<blockquote><p>A quadruped (Bison or Bos Americanus) inhabiting the interior of North America, especially about the Rocky Mountains. It is popularly called the buffalo; but the true buffalo belongs to the eastern continent, and to a different subdivision of the genus Bos. The bison is a large, wild animal, with thick body and stout legs, short black horns rapidly tapering, and with hair much more thick and shaggy in winter than in summer. It is most nearly related to the aurochs of Central Europe, and the two species have been referred to a common genus.  \u2014 Webster, 1882<\/p><\/blockquote>\n<p><\/p>\n<p><img decoding=\"async\" src=\"http:\/\/www.pioneergirl.com\/tbl_bullet.gif\"\/> <em>A crowd used to gather&#8230; in the store beneath to hear us read&#8230;  &#8211; Pioneer Girl<\/em><\/p>\n<p>&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;<br \/>\n<img decoding=\"async\" src=\"http:\/\/www.pioneergirl.com\/bison01.gif\" align=\"left\" \/><span style=\"float: left; color: #6384bd; font-size: 44px; line-height: 35px; padding-top: 3px; padding-right: 3px; font-family: Times, serif, Georgia;\">W<\/span>hen writing her Little House books, Laura Ingalls Wilder left out the years the family spent back-trailing east from Walnut Grove and living in Burr Oak, Iowa in the 1870s. At one point in Burr Oak, the family lived in rooms over a grocery store, Laura and Mary attending school during the day. At night, wrote Wilder, she and Mary used to study and recite poems from the <em>Independent Fifth Reader<\/em>, including one called &#8220;The Bison Track.&#8221; A copy of the <em>Fifth Reader<\/em> can be found <a href=\"https:\/\/babel.hathitrust.org\/cgi\/pt?id=hvd.32044102854478&#038;view=1up&#038;seq=11\" rel=\"noopener\" target=\"_blank\">HERE<\/a>. <\/p>\n<p>Recitation such as this was included in published <em>The Long Winter<\/em>, but &#8220;The Bison Track&#8221; was not included in the published list or mentioned in Wilder&#8217;s <em>Hard Winter<\/em> manuscript. It appears on pages 211-212 of the <em>Independent Fifth Reader<\/em> and is transcribed below. <\/p>\n<p>&#8220;The Bison Track&#8221; was written by Bayard Taylor, the noted American traveler, translator and author, who was born in Chester County, Pennsylvania, in 1825. Trained as a printer, a volume of his poems was published in 1844, titled <em>Ximena, or the Battle of the Sierra Morena, and other Poems<\/em>. With money from the sale of his poetry book, Taylor spent two years touring Europe, sending back accounts of his travels which were published in <em>Saturday Evening Post<\/em>, the New York <em>Tribune<\/em>, and elsewhere. Horace Greeley hired Taylor to work at the <em>Tribune<\/em>, and travels to other parts of the world inspired more books. Bayard Taylor died in December 1878, shortly after arriving in Berlin on one of his excursions. He was buried in his hometown, Kennet Square, Pennsylvania.<\/p>\n<p><img decoding=\"async\" src=\"http:\/\/www.pioneergirl.com\/bison_bayardtaylor.gif\" align=\"right\" \/><strong>The Bison Track<\/strong><\/p>\n<p>Strike the tent! the sun has risen; not a vapor streaks the dawn,<br \/>\nAnd the frosted prairie brightens to the westward, far and wan:<br \/>\nPrime afresh the trust rifle,&#8211;sharpen well the hunting spear;<br \/>\nFor the frozen sod is trembling, and a noise of hoofs I hear!<\/p>\n<p>Fiercely stamp the tethered horses, as they snuff the morning&#8217;s fire;<br \/>\nTheir impatient heads are tossing, and they neigh with keen desire.<br \/>\nStrike the tent! the saddles wait us,&#8211;let the bridle-reins be slack,&#8211;<br \/>\nFor the prairie&#8217;s distant thunder has betrayed the bison&#8217;s track.<\/p>\n<p>See! a dusky line approaches: hark! the onward-surging roar,<br \/>\nLike the din of wintry breakers on a sounding wall of shore!<br \/>\nDust and sand behind them whirling, snort the foremost of the van,<br \/>\nAnd their stubborn horns are clashing through the crowded caravan.<\/p>\n<p>Now the storm is down upon us: let the maddened horses go!<br \/>\nWe shall ride the living whirlwind, though a hundred leagues it blow!<br \/>\nThough the cloudy manes should thicken, and the red eyes&#8217; angry glare<br \/>\nLighten round us as we gallop through the sand and rushing air!<\/p>\n<p>Myriad hoofs will scar the prairie, in our wild, resistless race,<br \/>\nAnd a sound, like mighty waters, thunders down the desert space:<br \/>\nYet the rein may not be tightened, nor the rider&#8217;s eyes look back&#8211;<br \/>\nDeath to him whose speed should slacken, on the maddened bisons&#8217; track!<\/p>\n<p>Now the trampling herds are threaded, and the chase is close and warm<br \/>\nFor the giant bull that gallops in the edges of the storm:<br \/>\nSwiftly hurl the whizzing lasso,&#8211;swing your rifles as we run><br \/>\nSee! the dust is red behind him,&#8211;shout, my comrades, he is won!<\/p>\n<p>Look not on him as he staggers,&#8211;&#8216;t is the last shot he will need!<br \/>\nMore shall fall, among his fellows, ere we run the mad stampede,&#8211;<br \/>\nEre we stem the brinded breakers, while the wolves, a hungry pack,<br \/>\nHowl around each grim-eyed carcass, on the bloody bison track!<\/p>\n<p>&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;<br \/>\n<img decoding=\"async\" src=\"http:\/\/www.pioneergirl.com\/tbl_book.gif\" \/><br \/>\n<strong>bison<\/strong>, <em>see also<\/em> buffalo<br \/>\n&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;\u201cThe Bison Track\u201d (PG)<br \/>\n&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;<\/p>\n","protected":false},"excerpt":{"rendered":"<p>Bayard Taylor poem about Bos Americanus, found in Independent Fifth Reader.<\/p>\n","protected":false},"author":1,"featured_media":7543,"comment_status":"closed","ping_status":"closed","sticky":false,"template":"","format":"standard","meta":[],"categories":[645],"tags":[],"_links":{"self":[{"href":"http:\/\/www.pioneergirl.com\/blog\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/posts\/5202"}],"collection":[{"href":"http:\/\/www.pioneergirl.com\/blog\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/posts"}],"about":[{"href":"http:\/\/www.pioneergirl.com\/blog\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/types\/post"}],"author":[{"embeddable":true,"href":"http:\/\/www.pioneergirl.com\/blog\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/users\/1"}],"replies":[{"embeddable":true,"href":"http:\/\/www.pioneergirl.com\/blog\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/comments?post=5202"}],"version-history":[{"count":7,"href":"http:\/\/www.pioneergirl.com\/blog\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/posts\/5202\/revisions"}],"predecessor-version":[{"id":13213,"href":"http:\/\/www.pioneergirl.com\/blog\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/posts\/5202\/revisions\/13213"}],"wp:featuredmedia":[{"embeddable":true,"href":"http:\/\/www.pioneergirl.com\/blog\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/media\/7543"}],"wp:attachment":[{"href":"http:\/\/www.pioneergirl.com\/blog\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/media?parent=5202"}],"wp:term":[{"taxonomy":"category","embeddable":true,"href":"http:\/\/www.pioneergirl.com\/blog\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/categories?post=5202"},{"taxonomy":"post_tag","embeddable":true,"href":"http:\/\/www.pioneergirl.com\/blog\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/tags?post=5202"}],"curies":[{"name":"wp","href":"https:\/\/api.w.org\/{rel}","templated":true}]}}