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The great wagon train of 1848 lay banked along the Veranization there noas none But for Banion's

ith the back fires the entire train would have been wiped out The

effects of the storm were not so capable of evasion Sodden, wretched,

oods iarious self-reliance gone, two hundred wagons were no more

than two hundred individual units of discontent and despair So far as

could be prophesied on facts apparent, the journey out to Oregon had

ended in disaster al fires looked at one another in silence, or would

not look at all Elan, one utterly

Stout Caleb Price walked down the wagon lines, passing fourscore ues, not yet conquered Worim, looked at him from limp sunbonnets whose stays had been half

dissolved Children whions, growled surlily But Caleb Price found at last the wagon of

the bugler who had been at the wars and shook him out

"Sound, man!" said Caleb Price "Play up Oh, Susannah! Then sound the

Asse Jesse Wingate scented ,to fool

ourselves We're alate as

well as any ate's not the man What shall

we do?"