Beret Covered the Windows to Block Out Her Fear
Dakota, Territory 1873
“She looked out over the prairie, and as far as she could see there were only tall grasses and a big blue sky with not a tree or bush in sight. It felt lonely, but most of all, there was no place for her to hide. Fear swelled up inside of her.”
I stood looking at the land surrounding a sod house in the Badlands National Park in South Dakota. I couldn’t imagine living here in the middle of nowhere, in this desert like land. I wondered what life was like for the woman who had once lived here. Some women may have liked the adventure, but I had once read that some women went insane, not just in the prairies, but as settlers anywhere in what is now called America. I don’t know if I would have gone insane or if I would have thought of it as an adventure, but I know the feeling of having nowhere to hide, because I was once in an area of America, maybe the Texas panhandle, where my husband and I were traveling, where there were no trees and the sky was almost all you could see. I felt exposed, as I realized that there was nowhere to hide. It felt eerie. Later, I learned that others have had this very same feeling. Some couldn’t take it. Perhaps, if you had grown up in the wide open spaces, being around trees could make you feel enclosed.
I tried to find books on the subject of pioneer life in sod houses, but I could never find one until now when I happened upon this book quite by accident. I am so glad that I had found it because it was perfect for me, and the story telling was wonderful. I can see why it is a classic.
This story centered on the woman, Beret. And like some pioneer women, she became insane for a while. Some pioneer women never recovered, and I question whether she ever had. For her, the prairie was God forsaken, and yet God had created the prairies, for what reason she did not know or perhaps she had not even considered it. Still, it was implied. It might as well have been hell as far as she was concerned.
My husband and I saw the prairie at a National Wildlife Reserve. It was so beautiful with all the wildflowers and grasses. When I was young, we had a field just like it that I loved. I used to lay down in the grasses and read comic books and listen to twin engine planes fly overhead.
The first thing that the settlers found, when they arrived at their land, was a burial mound on a small hill. They believed it to be that of an Indian, because they also found arrowheads and a large stone with a groove around the middle of it. A sledgehammer, I thought. Then, not far way there was a river with trees. Ducks were plentiful there, if only they had a shotgun.
Next, a group of Indians showed up and decided to camp on their land. I could question whose land it really was. The men, of the four families that had moved there together, went over to meet them and this without bringing their guns.
They began building their sod houses, and I thought that this type of underground strucure must be cool in the summer’s heat. It seemed better than those built above ground, and they were more tornado proof, but they had their own drawbacks.
In another book that I had read, snakes and insects tried to make their homes in them, but the book was just clippings from pioneer women’s stories. It did not satisfy me. While I love snakes and insects, no way would I wish to deal with poisonous snakes curled up in some corner of the house or centipedes crawling under the wallpaper or anywhere else they desired to be.
Later on Beret’s husband went to town and found that one of the settlers, a widower, had used lime to paint on the walls of her sod house to make them white. He thought that it was quite pretty and thought of his wife. The sod house in the Badlands that I had seen had newspapers for wallpaper. At least you could read the walls. Same old news every time. Anyway, the point here was that he did the same for her, painting their walls white in order to cheer her up. He continued to buy her little things for that very same reason.
Only time would cure her or not, and pioneer women who had gone insane had to be sent home or to insane asylums, if not, they stayed wither their men and suffered. Outside of this book, I have never read what causes women to break down. Some did for fear of the wild animals or Indians, some because their were lonely, but I imagine that there are other reasons than what is mentioned in this book.