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- Herausgeber: Booksell-Verlag
- Kategorie: Abenteuer, Thriller, Horror
- Sprache: Englisch
In "From Missouri," Zane Grey crafts a vivid and emotionally charged narrative that captures the trials and triumphs of an aspiring young writer amidst the landscape of the American West. The novel'Äôs literary style intertwines detailed descriptions of the rugged terrain with the internal struggles of its characters, reflecting the broader context of early 20th-century American literature. Grey'Äôs use of rich prose and compelling dialogue enhances the story's intimacy while offering poignant insights into the human condition and the pursuit of aspirations against all odds. Zane Grey, a pioneer of Western fiction, draws heavily from his own experiences growing up in Ohio and his passion for the outdoors, which greatly influenced his writing. His time spent in the West provided authentic inspiration, allowing him to infuse genuine emotions and themes of authenticity, love, and resilience into the narrative. Grey's background as a dentist before fully committing to writing also reveals a man striving for success in an uncharted territory'Äîboth personally and creatively. "From Missouri" is highly recommended for readers seeking a rich exploration of ambition and identity through the lens of the American frontier. Grey's exceptional storytelling, combined with deep character development, makes this novel not just a story of adventure, but a universal tale of hope and determination, relevant to readers of all backgrounds. In this enriched edition, we have carefully created added value for your reading experience: - A succinct Introduction situates the work's timeless appeal and themes. - The Synopsis outlines the central plot, highlighting key developments without spoiling critical twists. - A detailed Historical Context immerses you in the era's events and influences that shaped the writing. - A thorough Analysis dissects symbols, motifs, and character arcs to unearth underlying meanings. - Reflection questions prompt you to engage personally with the work's messages, connecting them to modern life. - Hand‐picked Memorable Quotes shine a spotlight on moments of literary brilliance. - Interactive footnotes clarify unusual references, historical allusions, and archaic phrases for an effortless, more informed read.
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Veröffentlichungsjahr: 2023
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From Missouri
Table of Contents
Introduction
Between the rooted certainties of home and the demanding openness of the frontier lies a struggle over who a person can become when every familiar boundary is tested.
From Missouri is a Western novel by Zane Grey, a writer strongly associated with early twentieth-century popular frontier fiction in the United States. It draws on the genre’s customary movement from settled places toward wider, less predictable landscapes, where reputation, courage, and character are measured under pressure. Grey’s work is known for its broad outdoor spaces, brisk plot momentum, and moral intensity, and this novel participates in that tradition by placing its drama in the cultural borderland between an established community and the West’s harsher contests of will.
The premise begins with a figure identified by origin and identity, marked as coming from Missouri, who enters circumstances where that label carries expectations and suspicion as well as pride. The story proceeds through encounters that test judgment, nerve, and loyalty, and it gradually shifts attention from surface impressions to the choices that reveal a deeper self. Readers can expect a narrative driven by action and confrontation rather than interior abstraction, with scenes shaped by travel, hard decisions, and the social friction of unfamiliar terrain.
Grey’s storytelling voice favors directness and a strong sense of visual place, combining vigorous incident with an earnest attention to moral stakes. The tone balances adventure with seriousness, inviting readers to feel the physical reality of distance, weather, and work while also tracking the emotional consequences of conflict. The prose is generally accessible, with moments of heightened description that emphasize landscape and atmosphere. As a reading experience, the novel moves with the forward pull of a journey, letting tension accumulate through escalating trials and contested interpretations of honor.
Central themes include identity under scrutiny, the tension between civilized order and frontier improvisation, and the way community judgment can harden into prejudice or soften into respect. The novel explores how names, origins, and reputations function like currencies that can be spent, stolen, or earned anew, and it asks what it takes to be believed when old stories cling to a person. It also treats courage as more than bravado, linking it to restraint, responsibility, and the capacity to act justly when outcomes are uncertain.
From Missouri still matters because it illuminates how cultural labels can precede individuals and shape the terms on which they are allowed to participate in a new place. Contemporary readers may recognize the dynamics of being assessed by background, accent, or assumed allegiance, and the pressure to prove oneself within systems that reward quick judgments. The novel’s focus on personal agency amid public scrutiny speaks to modern concerns about identity, social reputation, and the costs of misunderstanding, even as it expresses those concerns through the conventions of Western adventure.
Approached today, the book offers both genre pleasure and a window into a formative strain of American popular storytelling. It invites reflection on how narratives of the West have been used to stage arguments about character, belonging, and legitimate authority, while delivering the suspense of high-stakes encounters and the satisfactions of earned respect. Grey’s emphasis on landscape and decisive action provides a distinctive rhythm that contrasts with many contemporary novels, and that difference can sharpen appreciation for how moral questions are carried by setting, movement, and conflict.
Synopsis
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Historical Context
Zane Grey’s From Missouri belongs to the American Western tradition shaped by the late nineteenth century and early twentieth century. Grey (1872–1939) wrote most of his popular fiction in the 1910s–1920s, when magazine serialization and mass-market hardbacks helped standardize the “frontier” as a national myth. Although the closing of the frontier had been declared in 1890 by the U.S. Census Bureau, Western settings remained culturally potent as sites for questions about character, violence, and social order. The novel’s Missouri reference evokes a border-state gateway between established towns and the trans-Mississippi West.
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From Missouri draws on a historical geography in which Missouri functioned as a key corridor for migration and trade. St. Louis and river towns on the Missouri and Mississippi Rivers served as outfitting and departure points for westward travel during the nineteenth century, connected by steamboat commerce and, later, railroads. The Santa Fe Trail began near Independence, Missouri, in 1821; the Oregon and California Trails funneled emigrants through neighboring routes from the 1840s. These well-documented migration systems created the cultural contrast—settled communities versus frontier opportunity—that Western fiction frequently stages.
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The book’s broader backdrop includes U.S. territorial expansion and its consequences. The Louisiana Purchase (1803) brought Missouri and vast western lands under U.S. control; the Lewis and Clark Expedition (1804–1806) departed from the St. Louis region and reinforced national interest in western landscapes. Subsequent annexations and treaties, including the Mexican Cession following the U.S.–Mexican War (1846–1848), widened the region in which frontier conflict and settlement occurred. Western novels often rely on this history to frame movement across jurisdictions, shifting boundaries, and the tensions between older legal institutions and newly forming local authority.
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The post–Civil War era is central to the popular “cowboy West” later mythologized in fiction. In the 1860s–1880s, cattle drives from Texas to railheads in Kansas and Nebraska, the rise of open-range ranching, and rapid town formation created contested spaces where formal law enforcement lagged behind population growth. Railroads, accelerated by the Pacific Railroad Acts and the completion of the first transcontinental railroad in 1869, integrated western economies and increased migration. Such transformations supply Western narratives with conflicts over land, livestock, and governance, alongside the ideal of individual self-reliance.
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From Missouri
“The fact is, this heah ranch is a different place since you came,” went on Texas[1q].
With jingling spurs a tall cowboy stalked out of the post-office to confront his three comrades crossing the wide street from the saloon opposite. “Look heah,” he said, shoving a letter under their noses. “Which one of you long-horns has wrote her again?”
From a gay, careless trio his listeners suddenly grew blank, then intensely curious. They stared at the handwriting on the letter. “Tex, I’m a son-of-a-gun if it ain’t from Missouri!” ejaculated Andy Smith, his lean, red face bursting into a smile.
“It shore is,” declared Nevada.
“From Missouri!” echoed Panhandle Ames[2q].
“Wal?” queried Tex, almost with a snort.
The three cowboys jerked up to look from Tex to one another, and then back at Tex.
“It’s from her,” went on Tex, his voice hushing on the pronoun[4q]. “You all know thet handwritin’. Now how aboot this deal? We swore none of us would write again to this heah schoolmarm[3]. Some one of you has double-crossed the outfit.” Loud and unified protestations of innocence emanated from his comrades. But it was evident Tex did not trust them, and that they did not trust him or each other. “Say, boys,” said Panhandle, suddenly. “I see Beady in there lookin’ darn sharp at us. Let’s get off in the woods somewhere.”
“Back to the bar,” replied Nevada. “I reckon we’ll all need stimulants.”
“Beady!” ejaculated Tex, as they turned across the street. “He could be to blame as much as any of us.”
“Shore. It’d be more like Beady,” replied Nevada. “But Tex, yore mind ain’t workin’. Our lady friend from Missouri has wrote before without gettin’ any letter from us.”
“How do we know thet?” demanded Tex, suspiciously. “Shore the boss’ typewriter is a puzzle, but it could hide tracks. Savvy, pards?”
“Gee, Tex, you need a drink,” returned Panhandle, peevishly.
They entered the saloon and strode to the bar, where from all appearances Tex was not the only one to seek artificial strength. Then they repaired to a corner, where they took seats and stared at the letter Tex threw down before them. “From Missouri, all right,” averred Panhandle, studying the postmark. “Kansas City, Missouri.”
“It’s her writin’,” added Nevada, in awe[3q]. “Shore I’d know thet out of a million letters.”
“Ain’t you goin’ to read it to us?” queried Andy Smith.
“Mister Frank Owens,” replied Tex, reading from the address on the letter. “Springer’s Ranch. Beacon, Arizona.... Boys, this heah Frank Owens is all of us.”
“Huh! Mebbe he’s a darn sight more,” added Andy.
“Looks like a low-down trick we’re to blame for,” resumed Tex, seriously shaking his hawk-like head. “Heah we reads in a Kansas City paper aboot a school teacher wantin’ a job out in dry Arizonie. An’ we ups an’ writes her an’ gets her ararin’ to come. Then when she writes and tells us she’s not over forty—then we quits like yellow coyotes. An’ we four anyhow shook hands on never writin’ her again. Wal, somebody did, an’ I reckon you-all think me as big a liar as I think you. But thet ain’t the point. Heah’s another letter to Mister Owens an’ I’ll bet my saddle it means trouble. Shore I’m plumb afraid to read it.”
“Say, give it to me,” demanded Andy. “I ain’t afraid of any woman.”
Tex snatched the letter out of Andy’s hand. “Cowboy, you’re too poor educated to read letters from ladies,” observed Tex. “Gimme a knife, somebody ... Say, it’s all perfumed.”
Tex impressively spread out the letter and read laboriously:
Kansas City, Mo., June 15.
Dear Mr. Owens:
Your last letter has explained away much that was vague and perplexing in your other letters. It has inspired me with hope and anticipation. I shall not take time now to express my thanks, but hasten to get ready to go West. I shall leave tomorrow and arrive at Beacon on June 19, at 4:30 P. M. You see I have studied the time-table.
Yours very truly,
Jane Stacey.
Profound silence followed Tex’s perusal of the letter. The cowboys were struck dumb. But suddenly Nevada exploded: “My Gawd, fellars, today’s the nineteenth[5q]!”
“Wal, Springer needs a schoolmarm at the ranch,” finally spoke up the practical Andy. “There’s half a dozen kids growin’ up without any schoolin’, not to talk about other ranches. I heard the boss say this hisself.”
“Who the mischief did it?” demanded Tex, in a rage with himself and his accomplices.
“What’s the sense in hollerin’ aboot thet now?” returned Nevada. “It’s done. She’s comin’. She’ll be on the Limited[2]. Reckon we’ve got five hours. It ain’t enough. What’ll we do?”
“I can get awful drunk in thet time,” contributed Panhandle, nonchalantly.
“Ahuh! An’ leave it all to us,” retorted Tex, scornfully. “But we got to stand pat on this heah deal. Don’t you know this is Saturday an’ thet Springer will be in town?”
“Aw, confound it! We’re all goin’ to get fired,” declared Panhandle. “Serves us right for listenin’ to you, Tex. We can all gamble this trick hatched in your head.”
“Not my haid more’n yours or anybody,” returned Tex, hotly.
“Say, you locoed cow-punchers,” interposed Nevada. “What’ll we do?”
“We’ll have to tell Springer.”
“But Tex, the boss’d never believe us about not follerin’ the letters up. He’ll fire the whole outfit.”
“But he’ll have to be told somethin’,” returned Panhandle stoutly.
“Shore he will,” went on Tex. “I’ve an idea. It’s too late now to turn this poor schoolmarm back. An’ somebody’ll have to meet her. Somebody’s got to borrow a buckboard[1] an’ drive her out to the ranch.”
“Excuse me!” replied Andy. And Panhandle and Nevada echoed him.
“I’ll ride over on my hoss, an’ see you all meet the lady,” added Andy.
Tex had lost his scowl, but he did not look as if he favorably regarded Andy’s idea. “Hang it all!” he burst out, hotly. “Can’t some of you gents look at it from her side of the fence? Nice fix for any woman, I say. Somebody ought to get it good for this mess. If I ever find out—”
“Go on with your grand idea,” interposed Nevada.
“You all come with me. I’ll get a buckboard. I’ll meet the lady an’ do the talkin’. I’ll let her down easy. An’ if I cain’t head her back to Missouri we’ll fetch her out to the ranch an’ then leave it up to Springer. Only we won’t tell her or him or anybody who’s the real Frank Owens.”
“Tex, that ain’t so plumb bad,” declared Andy, admiringly. “What I want to know is who’s goin’ to do the talkin’ to the boss?” queried Panhandle. “It mightn’t be so hard to explain now. But after drivin’ up to the ranch with a woman! You all know Springer’s shy. Young an’ rich, like he is, an’ a bachelor—he’s been fussed over so he’s plumb afraid of girls. An’ here you’re fetchin’ a middle-aged schoolmarm who’s romantic an’ mushy! Shucks! .... I say send her home on the next train.”
“Pan, you’re wise on hosses an’ cattle, but you don’t know human nature, an’ you’re daid wrong about the boss,” rejoined Tex. “We’re in a bad fix, I’ll admit. But I lean more to fetchin’ the lady up than sendin’ her back. Somebody down Beacon way would get wise. Mebbe the schoolmarm might talk. She’d shore have cause. An’ suppose Springer hears aboot it—that some of us or all of us played a low-down trick on a woman. He’d be madder at that than if we fetched her up. Likely he’ll try to make amends. The boss may be shy on girls but he’s the squarest man in Arizonie. My idea is we’ll deny any of us is Frank Owens, an’ we’ll meet Miss—Miss—what was that there name? ... Miss Jane Stacey and fetch her up to the ranch, an’ let her do the talkin’ to Springer.”
During the next several hours, while Tex searched the town for a buckboard and team he could borrow, the other cowboys wandered from the saloon to the post-office and back again, and then to the store, the restaurant and all around. The town had gradually filled up with Saturday visitors. “Boys, there’s the boss,” suddenly broke out Andy, pointing; and he ducked into the nearest doorway, which happened to be that of another saloon. It was half full of cowboys, ranchers, Mexicans, tobacco smoke and noise. Andy’s companions had rushed pell-mell after him; and not until they all got inside did they realize that this saloon was a rendezvous for cowboys decidedly not on friendly terms with Springer’s outfit. Nevada was the only one of the trio who took the situation nonchalantly.
“Wal, we’re in, an’ what the mischief do we care for Beady Jones, an’ his outfit?” remarked Nevada, quite loud enough to be heard by others beside his friends.
Naturally they lined up at the bar, and this was not a good thing for young men who had an important engagement and who must preserve sobriety.
After several rounds of drinks they began to whisper and snicker over the possibility of Tex meeting the boss.
“If only it doesn’t come off until Tex gets our forty-year-old schoolmarm from Missourie with him in the buckboard!” exclaimed Panhandle, in huge glee.
“Shore. Tex, the handsome galoot, is most to blame for this mess,” added Nevada. “Thet cowboy won’t be above makin’ love to Jane, if he thinks we’re not around. But, fellars, we want to be there.”
“Wouldn’t miss seein’ the boss meet Tex for a million!” said Andy.
Presently a tall, striking-looking cowboy, with dark face and small bright eyes like black beads, detached himself from a group of noisy companions, and confronted the trio, more particularly Nevada. “Howdy, men,” he greeted them, “what you-all doin’ in here?”
He was coolly impertinent, and his action and query noticeably stilled the room. Andy and Panhandle leaned back against the bar. They had been in such situations before and knew who would do the talking for them. “Howdy, Jones,” replied Nevada, coolly and carelessly. “We happened to bust in here by accident. Reckon we’re usually more particular what kind of company we mix with.”
“Ahuh! Springer’s outfit is shore a stuck-up one,” sneered Jones, in a loud tone. “So stuck-up they won’t even ride around drift-fences[4].”
Nevada slightly changed his position. “Beady, I’ve had a couple of drinks an’ ain’t very clear-headed,” drawled Nevada. “Would you mind talkin’ so I can understand you?”
“Bah! You savvy all right,” declared Jones, sarcastically. “I’m tellin’ you straight what I’ve been layin’ to tell your yaller-headed Texas pard.”
“Now you’re speakin’ English, Beady. Tex an’ me are pards, shore. An’ I’ll take it kind of you to get this talk out of your system. You seem to be chock full.”
“You bet I’m full an’ I’m goin’ to bust,” shouted Jones, whose temper evidently could not abide the slow, cool speech with which he had been answered.
“Wal, before you bust, explain what you mean by Springer’s outfit not ridin’ around drift-fences.”
“Easy. You just cut through wire-fences,” retorted Jones.
“Beady, I hate to call you a low-down liar, but that’s what you are.”
“You’re another,” yelled Jones. “I seen your Texas Jack cut our drift-fence.” Nevada struck out with remarkable swiftness and force. He knocked Jones over upon a card-table, with which he crashed to the floor. Jones was so stunned that he did not recover before some of his comrades rushed to him, and helped him up. Then, black in the face and cursing savagely, he jerked for his gun. He got it out, but before he could level it, two of his friends seized him, and wrestled with him, talking in earnest alarm. But Jones fought them.
“You blame fool,” finally yelled one of them. “He’s not packin’ a gun. It’d be murder.”
That brought Jones to his senses, though certainly not to calmness. “Mister Nevada—next time you hit town you’d better come heeled,” he hissed between his teeth.
