Two Frontier Phrases Worth Resurrecting by Mark Hatmaker
Stenciled on The Old Man's Library Wall If a friendly [or merely polite sort] asked one “How’re doin’?” You might hear from gregarious hombres, “Well, I’m livin’ in the shade of the wagon.” To declare that one is “livin’ in the shade of the wagon” is to say, “Life is all right by me, no matter which way she bucks.” To pull this wee little phrase apart and have a look at the context reveals more than a quaint colloquialism. Crossing “The Great American Desert” [The Great Plains] and actual deserts was no easy feat. The Oregon Trail, the Bozeman, the Santé Fe, the Applegate, the Gila, the Upper and Lower Roads of Texas, and all the other lesser known routes for the adventurous, determined or downright foolish and unprepared to cross were rife with dangers. All of these early trails were riddled with the graves of the hopeful and the discarded belongings of people who continually lightened their loads jettisoning what they thought they “couldn’t li...