The American Pioneer

23 January 2026

I can say with complete certainty that I would not have written these paragraphs that begin Chapter 62 of THE DAWN, had I not been living in the Peach House in Newcastle, and searching to find a way to move out of it — permanently — from 2008-2018.

The translation of these words from English into French is more cumbersome, and, too often, frustrating because the French language, and the French culture, do not have any terms that are equivalent for:

pioneer

westward migration

and — most telling of all — restlessness.

Restlessness, as a word, is deemed a sort of behavioral problem, a tic that must be treated, undoubtedly with more meds.

Instabilité psychomotrice, nervosité, fébrilité, agitation, anxiété :

I’ve got them all every day, and have unabashedly experienced them — during my entire life!

The urge to suppress the natural yearnings of any vibrantly alive human emotion, need, or desire has taken over — complete — in the Digital Linguistic Universe.  The number of times that I trigger trigger-warnings increases weekly.

Use of the term, Violer la loi — to violate the law — triggered a warning on my laptop that would have likely gotten me tossed into the hoosegow in Great Britain or in France, or in any other Faux-Democracy of The Oppressed Masses.

The quite normal concept of the urge to move forward, to not rot in one spot, to seek out new adventures (even New Civilizations!) — it sure ain’t French — at least not according to Online Language World.

As I reach the end of each chapter review of the translation of THE DAWN into L’AUBE, I experience the same level of artistic-and-articulation outrage over what has to be the ghastly and boring degradation of real language into digital pablum.  My final three or four paragraphs of eloquent prose automatically get churned into the language version of crusty, dried-up leftover oatmeal on the bottom of the pan after the good stuff has been removed for consumption.  I know what I know — which is Real Language, French or American English; how about the many online users who do not have a clue as to what Real Language is anymore — or used to be?????

This Gobbledygook (which, Masters of the Universe, is NOT a racist term) Bureaucratese in EU-World, online or in the Real World, is not language. It is, in fact, the type of mealy-mouthed tripe that just went on among the Effete Ruling Class at DAVOS 2026 (and I still pronounce it DA-vos).

Real people do not think or speak like these pontificating elites.  I doubt the European peoples do, as well, but if they do, then there is indeed a huge — YUGE — divide — that mighty ocean, or oceans — between the Old World and the New World.

These opening paragraphs sum up the vast divide between U.S. and France, as it presently finds itself with an Empty Head of State, and no real government or civil rights.  My Very Dear Friend told me during my penning of THE DAWN that California is getting to be more and more like France.

As of Today, I think we’re there!

One hundred years before the Fall of France, while this nation oscillated cyclically between monarchy and republic, the United States of America was undergoing migrations west, always west, from the original thirteen colonies into the open and uncharted frontier.  This early frontier comprised the territories that would become the border states of this young nation.  Alexis de Tocqueville referred to those movements of people from civilization to wilderness as “a game of chance.”  He opined that the true motives of these journeys into the vast unknown were the emotions aroused by the venture itself, feelings quite beyond any gain or benefit achieved.  As was customary, this French aristocrat and historian was perceptively accurate about the United States, this new nation in the New World.

This restlessness of the American pioneer came from a spirit which yearned first for freedom and for the wandering induced by that freedom.  This restlessness longed for discovery; it sought opportunity and room to grow.  This disposition for exploring and taking chances bespoke a persistent belief in opportunity and the lust for adventure.  The American pioneer hungered for experiences and understandings, exploits and knowledge which lay somewhere beyond the next ridge and range of mountains.  He had dreams and he believed that he could achieve them.  Reason told him that he ought to stay put, but the dream compelled him onward, ever onward, with wife, babies, young’ins, and as many earthly belongings that could be packed into a Conestoga wagon.

All one needed was the guts to go in search of those dreams and fortunes, and to work hard enough to achieve them.  And, sure enough, the chance of a lifetime, what the French would call l’aubaine, would prove to be a Godsend.  It would come to the hardy, hearty pioneer, be he farmer or dry goods merchant; homesteader or rancher; farrier, wheelwright, carpenter, teacher, or blacksmith.  It did not matter what your occupation; if you worked hard enough and trusted in the Lord, opportunity would show you the way to a better life.  That path was often filled with grief and anguish, but the settler was willing to take his chances.  The risks of disease, injury, attacks from anyone and anything, and the pervasive threat of death often outweighed the fortunate chances.  The pioneer took those chances, and hoped for the best.

Une centaine d’années avant la chute de la France, tandis que cette nation oscillait cycliquement entre monarchie et république, les États-Unis d’Amérique étaient en train d’éprouver les migrations vers l’ouest, toujours vers l’ouest, depuis les treize colonies d’origine vers la frontière ouverte et non tracée.  Cette frontière précoce se composait des territoires qui deviendraient les États frontaliers de cette jeune nation.  Alexis de Tocqueville qualifiait ces mouvements de gens de la civilisation vers l’étendue sauvage de « jeu de hasard ».  Il opinait que les vraies motivations de ces voyages vers la vaste inconnue étaient les émotions suscitées par l’aventure en soi, des sentiments tout à fait au-delà de tout gain ou de tout bénéfice qui puisse être réalisé.  Comme à son habitude, cet aristocrate et historien français avait une perception très précise des États-Unis, cette nouvelle nation dans le Nouveau Monde.

Cette urgence d'explorer du pionnier américain provenait d’un esprit qui aspirait initialement à la liberté et aux pérégrinations que cette liberté inspiraient.  Cette énergie désirait la découverte ; elle recherchait l’opportunité et l’espace pour croître.  Cette disposition vers explorer et prendre le risque exprimait une croyance permanente dans l’opportunité et de la soif d’aventure.  Le pionnier américain avait faim d’expériences et de compréhensions, d’exploits et de connaissance qui se trouvaient quelque part au-delà de la prochaine crête et de la prochaine chaîne de montagnes.  Il possédait des rêves et il croyait pouvoir les réaliser.  La raison lui disait qu’il devrait rester sur place, mais le rêve le poussait de l’avant, toujours de l’avant, avec sa femme, ses bébés, ses petits et toutes les possessions terrestres qu’il pouvait embarquer dans un chariot Conestoga.

Tout ce dont une personne avait besoin était le cran d'aller à la recherche de ces rêves et de ces fortunes, et de travailler assez dur pour les réaliser.  Et, bien sûr, l’occasion de toute une vie s’avérerait être une aubaine, ce cadeau du ciel.  Ce cadeau viendrait au pionnier robuste et chaleureux, qu’il soit fermier ou marchand de produits sec, colon ou rancher, maréchal-ferrant, charron, charpentier, instituteur ou forgeron.

Peu importait votre occupation ; si vous travaillez suffisamment dur et aviez foi en Dieu, l’opportunité vous montrerait le chemin vers une vie meilleure.  Ce chemin était souvent remplie de chagrin et d’angoisse, mais le colon était prêt à prendre ses risques.  Les risques de maladie, de blessure, d’attaques de quiconque et de quoi que ce soit, ainsi que la menace omniprésente de la mort l’importaient souvent sur les chances heureuses.  Le pionnier prenait ces chances, et espérait que tout se passe pour le mieux.