David Siceloff had an interesting life, what with trekking to the Cherokee Strip when he was 8, working hard there to help his family make a go of farming on a new land claim, and later, as a young adult, attending university in Kansas. In the early years of the 20th Century, he climbed both Mt. Rainier and Pikes Peak, the latter being a 14,115-foot summit in Colorado.
Despite all this intrepid upbringing and outdoor adventure, the author wrote a turgid memoir of his early life which never once approached an evocative sense of an exciting life. The story is recited as anecdotal vignettes, in the first person. This approach resulted in a choppy narrative that rarely becomes engaging and certainly does not convey much beyond mere action and circumstance.
Admittedly, there was some influence in the writing style of an early era, but 1964 is not so long ago that it should have been that dated. My review also reflects an adult reading to capture the interest of a child: neither reader nor listener were eager to finish the book. ( )