Don't worry, I've heard that the government has promised land for us, through the Homestead Act. Nothing like this has happened before 1870.
Honey, we can't live in these conditions, the boy will starve. Our groundwater well has dried out.
Son, we have to go. There is no other option. To save you from the tiring journey, of walking various miles, we will be traveling on the Transcontinental Railroad.
But mother, I want to stay here! What about my friends?
I cannot wait for the open range of land that is all ours!
But what if we run into some trouble, maybe little Jonathan lll was right? There have been scandals' over there, like the Indian wars!
This place needs some refinements, perhaps a windmill and some barbed wire to keep the animals out.
A SOD HOUSE! ARE YOU JOKING? I HAVE TO LIVE HERE?!
Fifthteen years later...
Look how much we've done over the years!
All we need now is a garden instead of commuting to the market.
I'll get the horses and the steel plow!
A few years later...
Everyday I thank my parents for the way of living I have. I have my family and live abundantly. There have been effects of the settlement, both good and bad, but I rather not live anywhere else but here!