Success was never guaranteed. One year it was the "black blizzards" of dust; the next, a plague of locusts that ate the handles off his tools.
The prairie wasn't just grass; it was a woven mat of roots centuries old. Elias’s old wooden plow snapped like a twig against the "iron" sod. He spent his last coins on a John Deere steel plow —the "sodbuster"—which sliced through the earth with a scream of metal. sodbuster
With no timber for miles, Elias cut rectangles of sod and stacked them like bricks. His "soddy" was cool in the summer and warm in the winter, though it leaked mud during the rare, violent thunderstorms. Success was never guaranteed
Elias had to string barbed wire to protect his wheat from the cattlemen, who believed the range should remain open and unfenced. The Legacy Elias’s old wooden plow snapped like a twig
Elias stood on 160 acres of nothing but wind and grass, a paper deed from the Homestead Act tucked into his waistcoat. To the bankers back East, this was "The Great American Desert." To Elias, it was the only dirt he would ever own. The First Break