The Prairie

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Authors: James Fenimore Cooper

THE PRAIRIE
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JAMES FENIMORE COOPER
 
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The Prairie
From a 1907 edition
ISBN 978-1-62011-814-6
Duke Classics
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Contents
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Introduction
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"The Prairie" was the third in order of Fenimore Cooper's
Leatherstocking Tales. Its first appearance was in the year 1827. The
idea of the story had suggested itself to him, we are told, before he
had finished its immediate forerunner, "The Last of the Mohicans." He
chose entirely new scenes for it, "resolved to cross the Mississippi and
wander over the desolate wastes of the remote Western prairies." He had
been taking every chance that came of making a personal acquaintance
with the Indian chiefs of the western tribes who were to be encountered
about this period on their way in the frequent Indian embassies to
Washington. "He saw much to command his admiration," says Mrs. Cooper,
"in these wild braves... It was a matter of course that in drawing
Indian character he should dwell on the better traits of the picture,
rather than on the coarser and more revolting though more common points.
Like West, he could see the Apollo in the young Mohawk."

When in July, 1826, Cooper landed in England with his wife and family,
he carried his Indian memories and associations with him. They crossed
to France, and ascended the Seine by steamboat, and then settled for
a time in Paris. Of their quarters there in the Rue St. Maur, Sarah
Fenimore Cooper writes:

"It was thoroughly French in character. There was a short, narrow,
gloomy lane or street, shut in between lofty dwelling houses, the lane
often dark, always filthy, without sidewalks, a gutter running through
the centre, over which, suspended from a rope, hung a dim oil lamp or
two—such was the Rue St. Maur, in the Faubourg St. Germain. It was a
gloomy approach certainly. But a tall porte cochere opened, and suddenly
the whole scene changed. Within those high walls, so forbidding in
aspect, there lay charming gardens, gay with parterres of flowers, and
shaded by noble trees, not only those belonging to the house itself,
but those of other adjoining dwellings of the same character—one looked
over park-like grounds covering some acres. The hotel itself, standing
on the street, was old, and built on a grand scale; it had been the home
of a French ducal family in the time of Louis XIV. The rooms on the two
lower floors were imposing and spacious; with ceilings of great height,
gilded wainscoting and various quaint little medallion pictures of
shepherds and shepherdesses, and other fancies of the time of Madame de
Sevigne. Those little shepherds were supposed to have looked down upon
la mere beaute
, and upon
la plus jolie fille de France
as she danced
her incomparable minuets. Those grand saloons were now devoted to the
humble service of a school for young ladies. But on the third floor,
to which one ascended by a fine stone stairway, broad and easy,
with elaborate iron railings, there was a more simple set of rooms,
comfortably furnished, where the American family were pleasantly
provided for, in a home of their own. Unwilling to separate from his
children, who were placed at the school, the traveller adopted this plan
that he might be near them. One of the rooms, overlooking the garden,
and opening on a small terrace, became his study. He was soon at work.
In his writing-desk lay some chapters of a new novel. The MS. had
crossed the ocean with him, though but little had been added to its
pages during the wanderings of the English and French journeys."

When, some months later, the story appeared, its effect was immediate on
both sides the Atlantic. It is worth note that during his French visit
Cooper met Sir Walter Scott. Cooper was born at Burlington, New Jersey,
15th Sept., 1789, and died at Cooperstown, New York (which took its name
from his father), 14th Sept., 1851.

The following is his literary record:

Precaution, 1820; The Spy, 1821; The Pioneers, 1823; The Pilot,
1823; Lionel Lincoln, or the Leaguer of Boston, 1825; The Last of the
Mohicans, 1826; The Prairie, 1827; The Red Rover, 1828; Notions of the
Americans, 1828; The Wept of Wish-ton-Wish, 1829; The Water-witch,
1830; The Bravo, 1831; The Heidenmauer, or the Benedictines, 1832; The
Headsman, 1833; A Letter to his Countrymen, 1834; The Monikins, 1835;
Sketches of Switzerland, 1836; Gleanings in Europe: 1837; (England)
1837; (Italy) 1838; The American Democrat, 1838; Homeward Bound, 1838;
The Chronicles of Cooperstown, 1838; Home as Found (Eve Effingham),
1839; History of the U. S. Navy, 1839; The Pathfinder, or the Inland
Sea, 1840; Mercedes of Castile, 1841; The Deerslayer, or the First
Warpath, 1841; The Two Admirals, 1842; The Wing-and-Wing (Jack o
Lantern), 1842; The Battle of Lake Erie, or Answers to Messrs. Burges,
Duer and Mackenzie, 1843; The French Governess; or, The Embroidered
Handkerchief, 1843; Richard Dale, 1843; Wyandotte, 1843; Ned Myers, or
Life before the Mast, 1843; Afloat and Ashore (Miles Wallingford, Lucy
Hardinge), two series, 1844; Proceedings of the Naval Court-Martial in
the Case of Alexander Slidell Mackenzie, etc., 1844; Santanstoe, 1845;
The Chainbearer, 1846; Lives of Distinguished American Naval Officers,
1846; The Red Skins, 1846; The Crater (Marks Reef), 1847; Captain Spike,
or the Islets of the Gulf, 1848; Jack Tier, or the Florida Reefs, 1848;
The Oak Openings, or the Bee-Hunter, 1848; The Sea Lions, 1849; The Ways
of the Hour, 1850.

Ernest Rhys 1907

Author's Introduction
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The geological formation of that portion of the American Union, which
lies between the Alleghanies and the Rocky Mountains, has given rise to
many ingenious theories. Virtually, the whole of this immense region is
a plain. For a distance extending nearly 1500 miles east and west, and
600 north and south, there is scarcely an elevation worthy to be called
a mountain. Even hills are not common; though a good deal of the face
of the country has more or less of that "rolling" character, which is
described in the opening pages of this work.

There is much reason to believe, that the territory which now composes
Ohio, Illinois, Indiana, Michigan, and a large portion of the country
west of the Mississippi, lay formerly under water. The soil of all the
former states has the appearance of an alluvial deposit; and isolated
rocks have been found, of a nature and in situations which render it
difficult to refute the opinion that they have been transferred to their
present beds by floating ice. This theory assumes that the Great Lakes
were the deep pools of one immense body of fresh water, which lay too
low to be drained by the irruption that laid bare the land.

It will be remembered that the French, when masters of the Canadas and
Louisiana, claimed the whole of the territory in question. Their hunters
and advanced troops held the first communications with the savage
occupants, and the earliest written accounts we possess of these vast
regions, are from the pens of their missionaries. Many French words
have, consequently, become of local use in this quarter of America, and
not a few names given in that language have been perpetuated. When the
adventurers, who first penetrated these wilds, met, in the centre of the
forests, immense plains, covered with rich verdure or rank grasses, they
naturally gave them the appellation of meadows. As the English succeeded
the French, and found a peculiarity of nature, differing from all they
had yet seen on the continent, already distinguished by a word that did
not express any thing in their own language, they left these natural
meadows in possession of their title of convention. In this manner has
the word "Prairie" been adopted into the English tongue.

The American prairies are of two kinds. Those which lie east of the
Mississippi are comparatively small, are exceedingly fertile, and are
always surrounded by forests. They are susceptible of high cultivation,
and are fast becoming settled. They abound in Ohio, Michigan, Illinois,
and Indiana. They labour under the disadvantages of a scarcity of wood
and water,—evils of a serious character, until art has had time to
supply the deficiencies of nature. As coal is said to abound in all
that region, and wells are generally successful, the enterprise of the
emigrants is gradually prevailing against these difficulties.

The second description of these natural meadows lies west of the
Mississippi, at a distance of a few hundred miles from that river, and
is called the Great Prairies. They resemble the steppes of Tartary more
than any other known portion of Christendom; being, in fact, a vast
country, incapable of sustaining a dense population, in the absence of
the two great necessaries already named. Rivers abound, it is true; but
this region is nearly destitute of brooks and the smaller water courses,
which tend so much to comfort and fertility.

The origin and date of the Great American Prairies form one of natures
most majestic mysteries. The general character of the United States, of
the Canadas, and of Mexico, is that of luxuriant fertility. It would
be difficult to find another portion of the world, of the same extent,
which has so little useless land as the inhabited parts of the American
Union. Most of the mountains are arable, and even the prairies, in this
section of the republic, are of deep alluvion. The same is true between
the Rocky Mountains and the Pacific. Between the two lies the broad
belt, of comparative desert, which is the scene of this tale, appearing
to interpose a barrier to the progress of the American people westward.

The Great Prairies appear to be the final gathering place of the red
men. The remnants of the Mohicans, and the Delawares, of the Creeks,
Choctaws, and Cherokees, are destined to fulfil their time on these
vast plains. The entire number of the Indians, within the Union, is
differently computed, at between one and three hundred thousand souls.
Most of them inhabit the country west of the Mississippi. At the period
of the tale, they dwelt in open hostility; national feuds passing from
generation to generation. The power of the republic has done much to
restore peace to these wild scenes, and it is now possible to travel
in security, where civilised man did not dare to pass unprotected
five-and-twenty years ago.

The reader, who has perused the two former works, of which this is the
natural successor, will recognise an old acquaintance in the principal
character of the story. We have here brought him to his end, and we
trust he will be permitted to slumber in the peace of the just.

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