19世纪90年代前后，美国出现了一批描写农村和城市中下层人民生活的作家。他们在题材选择、思想内容和艺术风格方面虽然不尽一致，却有一些共同的倾向。他们从个人的经历出发，真实地描写城乡中下属人民的生活;不是用“生活的微笑面”为美国上流社会涂脂抹粉，而是触及美国文学前所未触及的领域和问题，描写芝加哥、旧金山以及波士顿这样的城市，并以工人阶级或中产阶级知识分子为作品人物;他们提倡以记实性的基调，描写美国城市普通人的生活;他们有意采用明白通、朴实无华的日常语言和大量琐碎的生活细节，还原现实生活的自身特征。在他们看来，“美国梦”已经破灭了，个人无力主宰自己的命运。这批作家不是现实主义者，但却与前一代现实主义作家有着多方面的传承关系。文学史家通常称他们为“自然主义者。”其主要代表是加兰、克莱恩、诺里斯和欧·亨利。
加兰的作品在当时具有一定代表性，他用法语中的术语称他的现实主义为“写真主义”。他说：“写真主义作家的理论首先是肯定他力求真实和追求富有个性的表现手法”。他认为追求真实和为正义而斗争是作家的责任。他写道：“在我头脑里形成了两个文学概念：真永远高于美;扩大正义的领域。这二者便是作家的使命和责任。”加兰的功绩在于，他在美国文学界最早开始以现实主义观点研究农场主题材，即农民贫穷化的题材。在这方面他是约·斯坦贝克和艾·考德威尔的先驱。
The Return of A Private
The soldiers cheered as the train crossed the border into the state of Wisconsin. It had been a long trip from the south back to their homes in the north.
One of the men had a large red scar across his forehead. Another had an injured leg that made it painful for him to walk. The third had unnaturally large and bright eyes, because he had been sick with malaria.
The three soldiers spread their blankets on the train seats and tried to sleep. It was a cold evening even though it was summertime. Private Smith, the soldier with the fever, shivered in the night air.
His joy in coming home was mixed with fear and worry. He knew he was sick and weak. How could he take care of his family? Where would he find the strength to do the heavy work all farmers have to do? He had given three years of his life to his country. And now he had very little money and strength left for his family.
Morning came slowly with a pale yellow light. The train was slowing down as it came into the town of La Crosse where the three soldiers would get off the train. The station was empty because it was Sunday. 8220;I 8217;ll get home in time for dinner, 8221; Smith thought. 8220;She usually has dinner about one o 8217;clock on Sunday afternoon,” and he smiled.
Smith and the other two soldiers jumped off the train together. 8220;Well, boys, 8221; Smith began, 8220;here 8217;s where we say good-bye. We 8217;ve marched together for many miles. Now, I suppose, we are done. 8221; The three men found it hard to look at each other.
8220;We ought to go home with you, 8221; one of the soldiers said to Smith. 8220;You 8217;ll never be able to walk all those miles with that heavy pack on your back. 8221;
8220;Oh, I 8217;m all right, 8221; Smith said, putting on his army cap. 8220;Every step takes me closer to home. 8221;
They all shook hands. 8220;Good-bye! 8221; 8220;Good luck! 8221; 8220;Same to you! 8221; 8220;Good-bye! 8221;
Smith turned and walked away quickly. After a few minutes, he turned again and waved his cap. His two friends did the same. Then they marched away with their long steady soldier 8217;s step. Smith walked for a while thinking of his friends. He remembered the many days they had been together during the war.
He thought of his friend, Billy Tripp, too. Poor Billy! A bullet came out of the sky one day and tore a great hole in Billy 8217;s chest.
Smith knew he would have to tell the sad story to Billy 8217;s mother and young wife. But there was little to tell. The sound of a bullet cutting through the air. Billy crying out, then falling with his face in the dirt.
The fighting he had done since then had not made him forget the horror of that moment when Billy died.
Soon, the fields and houses became familiar. Smith knew he was close to home. The sun was burning hot as he began climbing the last hill. Finally, he reached the top and looked down at his farm in the beautiful valley. He was almost home.
Misses Smith was alone on the farm with her three children. Mary was nine years old. Tommy was six and little Teddy had just turned four.
Misses Smith had been dreaming about her husband, when the chickens awakened her that Sunday morning. She got out of bed, got dressed and went out to feed the chickens. Then she saw the broken fence near the chicken house. She had tried to fix it again and again. Misses Smith sat down and cried.
The farmer who had promised to take care of the farm while her husband was away had been lazy and dishonest. The first year he shared the wheat with Misses Smith. But the next year, he took almost all of it for himself. She had sent him away. Now, the fields were full of wheat. But there was no man on the farm to cut it down and sell it.
Six weeks before, her husband told her in a letter that he would be coming home soon. Other soldiers were returning home, but her husband had not come. Every day, she watched the road leading down the hill.
This Sunday morning she could no longer stand being alone. She jumped up, ran into the house and quickly dressed the children. She carefully locked the door and started walking down the road to the farmhouse of her neighbor, Misses Gray.
Mary Gray was a widow with a large family of strong sons and pretty daughters. She was poor. But she never said 8216;no 8217; to a hungry person who came to her farm and asked for food. She worked hard, laughed often and was always in a cheerful mood.
When she saw Misses Smith and the children coming down the road, Misses Gray went out to meet them. 8220;Please come right in, Misses Smith. We were just getting ready to have dinner. 8221;
Misses Smith went into the noisy house. Misses Gray 8217;s children were laughing and talking all at the same time. Soon she was laughing and singing with the rest of them.
The long table in the kitchen was piled with food. There were potatoes, fresh corn, apple pies, hot bread, sweet pickles, bread and butter and honey. They all ate until they could eat no more. Then the men and children left the table. The women stayed to drink their tea.
8220;Mamma, 8221; said one of Misses Gray 8217;s daughters. “Please read our fortunes in the tea leaves! Tell us about our futures! 8221;
Misses Gray picked up her daughter 8217;s cup and stirred it first to the left, then to the right. Then she looked into it with a serious expression. 8220;I see a handsome man with a red beard in your future, 8221; she said. Her daughter screamed with laughter.
Misses Smith trembled with excitement when it was her turn. 8220;Somebody is coming home to you, 8221; Misses Gray said slowly. 8220;He 8217;s carrying a rifle on his back and he 8217;s almost there. 8221;
Misses Smith felt as if she could hardly breathe. 8220;And there he is! 8221; Misses Gray cried, pointing to the road. They all rushed to the door to look.
A man in a blue coat, with a gun on his back, was walking down the road toward the Smith farm. His face was hidden by a large pack on his back.
Laughing and crying, Misses Smith grabbed her hat and her children and ran out of the house. She hurried down the road after him, calling his name and pulling her children along with her. But the soldier was too far away for her voice to reach him.
When she got back to their farm, she saw the man standing by the fence. He was looking at the little house and the field of yellow wheat. The sun was almost touching the hills in the west. The cowbells rang softly as the animals moved toward the barn.
8220;How peaceful it all is, 8221; Private Smith thought. 8220;How far away from the battles, the hospitals, the wounded and the dead. My little farm in Wisconsin. How could I have left it for those years of killing and suffering?”
Trembling and weak with emotion, Misses Smith hurried up to her husband. Her feet made no sound on the grass, but he turned suddenly to face her. For the rest of his life, he would never forget her face at that moment.
8220;Emma! 8221; he cried.
The children stood back watching their mother kissing this strange man. He saw them, and kneeling down he pulled from his pack three huge, red apples. In a moment, all three children were in their father 8217;s arms. Together, the family entered the little unpainted farmhouse.
Later that evening, after supper, Smith and his wife went outside. The moon was bright, above the eastern hills. Sweet, peaceful stars filled the sky as the night birds sang softly, and tiny insects buzzed in the soft air.
His farm needed work. His children needed clothing. He was no longer young and strong. But he began to plan for next year. With the same courage he had faced the war, Private Smith faced his difficult future.