At the Foot of the Rainbow. Stratton-Porter Gene

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      Published by Good Press, 2019

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       GENE STRATTON-PORTER

       A LITTLE STORY OF HER LIFE AND WORK

       Chapter 1

       THE RAT-CATCHERS OF THE WABASH

       Chapter II

       RUBEN O'KHAYAM AND THE MILK PAIL

       Chapter III

       THE FIFTY COONS OF THE CANOPER

       Chapter IV

       WHEN THE KINGFISHER AND THE BLACK BASS CAME HOME

       Chapter V

       WHEN THE RAINBOW SET ITS ARCH IN THE SKY

       Chapter VI

       THE HEART OF MARY MALONE

       Chapter VII

       THE APPLE OF DISCORD BECOMES A JOINTED ROD

       Chapter VIII

       WHEN THE BLACK BASS STRUCK

       Chapter IX

       WHEN JIMMY MALONE CAME TO CONFESSION

       Chapter X

       DANNIE'S RENUNCIATION

       Chapter XI

       THE POT OF GOLD

GENE STRATTON-PORTER

       Table of Contents

A LITTLE STORY OF HER LIFE AND WORK

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      For several years Doubleday, Page & Company have been receiving repeated requests for information about the life and books of Gene Stratton-Porter. Her fascinating nature work with bird, flower, and moth, and the natural wonders of the Limberlost Swamp, made famous as the scene of her nature romances, all have stirred much curiosity among readers everywhere.

      Mrs. Porter did not possess what has been called "an aptitude for personal publicity." Indeed, up to the present, she has discouraged quite successfully any attempt to stress the personal note. It is practically impossible, however, to do the kind of work she has done—to make genuine contributions to natural science by her wonderful field work among birds, insects, and flowers, and then, through her romances, to bring several hundred thousands of people to love and understand nature in a way they never did before—without arousing a legitimate interest in her own history, her ideals, her methods of work, and all that underlies the structure of her unusual achievement.

      Her publishers have felt the pressure of this growing interest and it was at their request that she furnished the data for a biographical sketch that was to be written of her. But when this actually came to hand, the present compiler found that the author had told a story so much more interesting than anything he could write of her, that it became merely a question of how little need be added.

      The following pages are therefore adapted from what might be styled the personal record of Gene Stratton-Porter. This will account for the very intimate picture of family life in the Middle West for some years following the Civil War.

      Mark Stratton, the father of Gene Stratton-Porter, described his wife, at the time of their marriage, as a "ninety-pound bit of pink porcelain, pink as a wild rose, plump as a partridge, having a big rope of bright brown hair, never ill a day in her life, and bearing the loveliest name ever given a woman—Mary." He further added that "God fashioned her heart to be gracious, her body to be the mother of children, and as her especial gift of Grace, he put Flower Magic into her fingers." Mary Stratton was the mother of twelve lusty babies, all of whom she reared past eight years of age, losing two a little over that, through an attack of scarlet fever with whooping cough; too ugly a combination for even such a wonderful mother as she. With this brood on her hands she found time to keep an immaculate house, to set a table renowned in her part of the state, to entertain with unfailing hospitality all who came to her door, to beautify her home with such means as she could command, to embroider and fashion clothing by hand for her children; but her great gift was conceded by all to be the making of things to grow. At that she was wonderful. She started dainty little vines and climbing plants from tiny seeds she found in rice and coffee. Rooted things she soaked in water, rolled in fine sand, planted according to habit, and they almost never failed to justify her expectations. She even grew trees and shrubs from slips and cuttings no one else would have thought of trying to cultivate, her last resort being to cut a slip diagonally, insert the lower end in a small potato, and plant as if rooted. And it nearly always grew!