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The afternoon wore on, much occupied with duties connected with the sad

scenes of the: tragedy No word came of Woodhull, or of two others who

could not be identified as a the victims at the death camp No word,

either, came from the Missourians, and so cowed or dulled were most of

the men of the caravan that they did not venture far, even to undertake

trailing out after the survivors of the ons, piled up along the stream, lay

apathetic, and no order caed to drive the cattle back into the

ridges for better grazing, for the valley and adjacent country, which

had not been burned over by the Indians the preceding fall, held a lower

rass of springtirowth As many of the

cattle and horses even noed evil results froth decided to ht feed up

Molly Wingate, now assured that the Pawnees no longer were in the

vicinity, ventured out for pasturage with her teaon She now rapidly was becohtful of her loco the

direction of the cattle herd, she drove fro to hobble and watch her uards

She was alone Around her, untouched by any civilization, lay a wild,

free world The ceaseless wind of the prairie swept old and new grass

into a continuous undulating surface, silver crested, a wave always