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Un of children

stifling under the wagon tops, the hastly disco

fro all the

wagons of the shortened train

"Choose yore pardners!" rang his voice in the joyous jesting of youth

And--marvel and miracle--then and there, those lean brown folk did take

up the jest, and laughingly gathered on the sun-seared sands They

forh noon,

the heat blinding, the sand hot under feet not all of which were shod

Molly Wingate, herself fifty and full-bodied, cast down her firewood,

caught up her skirt with either hand andto

the tune of the violin and the roaring accompanith, dropping her calico froon side as she wiped her face

with her apron

"Didn't you hear it, Molly?" she de in

"Yes, I did I wanted--I alain Aht pretty river, child, and eena'on Co issued her orders and set everyone to work at