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"Look at 'em come, Jesse! More and ate, , stood at the

door of the rude tent which for the ti

down the road which lay like an écru ribbon thron across the

prairie grass, bordered beyond by the tiate allowed his tea at the watering hole of the little stream near

which the caan

burying theirinto the water in sensuous enjoy and tall man of perhaps forty-five years, of keen

blue eye and short, close-arb was the loose

dress of the outlying settler of the Western lands three-quarters of a

century ago A farmer he must have been back home

Could this encampment, on the very front of the American civilization,

now be called a home? Beyond the prairie road could be seen a double

furrow of jet-black glistening sod, fra flowers, first browsing of the plow on virgin soil Itof a farear of travelers? Why thelazy blue wreaths of s

ate, earlier and iy, had been trying his plow in the