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"
He
made
the
country
down
in
Illinois
,
and
He
made
the
Missouri
,
"
the
little
girl
continued
.
"
I
guess
somebody
else
made
the
country
in
these
parts
.
It
's
not
nearly
so
well
done
.
They
forgot
the
water
and
the
trees
.
"
"
What
would
ye
think
of
offering
up
prayer
?
"
the
man
asked
diffidently
.
"
It
ai
n't
night
yet
,
"
she
answered
.
"
It
do
n't
matter
.
It
ai
n't
quite
regular
,
but
He
wo
n't
mind
that
,
you
bet
.
You
say
over
them
ones
that
you
used
to
say
every
night
in
the
waggon
when
we
was
on
the
Plains
.
"
"
Why
do
n't
you
say
some
yourself
?
"
the
child
asked
,
with
wondering
eyes
.
"
I
disremember
them
,
"
he
answered
.
"
I
hai
n't
said
none
since
I
was
half
the
height
o
'
that
gun
.
I
guess
it
's
never
too
late
.
You
say
them
out
,
and
I
'll
stand
by
and
come
in
on
the
choruses
.
"
"
Then
you
'll
need
to
kneel
down
,
and
me
too
,
"
she
said
,
laying
the
shawl
out
for
that
purpose
.
"
You
've
got
to
put
your
hands
up
like
this
.
It
makes
you
feel
kind
o
'
good
.
"
It
was
a
strange
sight
had
there
been
anything
but
the
buzzards
to
see
it
.
Side
by
side
on
the
narrow
shawl
knelt
the
two
wanderers
,
the
little
prattling
child
and
the
reckless
,
hardened
adventurer
.
Her
chubby
face
,
and
his
haggard
,
angular
visage
were
both
turned
up
to
the
cloudless
heaven
in
heartfelt
entreaty
to
that
dread
being
with
whom
they
were
face
to
face
,
while
the
two
voices
--
the
one
thin
and
clear
,
the
other
deep
and
harsh
--
united
in
the
entreaty
for
mercy
and
forgiveness
.
The
prayer
finished
,
they
resumed
their
seat
in
the
shadow
of
the
boulder
until
the
child
fell
asleep
,
nestling
upon
the
broad
breast
of
her
protector
.
He
watched
over
her
slumber
for
some
time
,
but
Nature
proved
to
be
too
strong
for
him
.
For
three
days
and
three
nights
he
had
allowed
himself
neither
rest
nor
repose
.
Slowly
the
eyelids
drooped
over
the
tired
eyes
,
and
the
head
sunk
lower
and
lower
upon
the
breast
,
until
the
man
's
grizzled
beard
was
mixed
with
the
gold
tresses
of
his
companion
,
and
both
slept
the
same
deep
and
dreamless
slumber
.
Had
the
wanderer
remained
awake
for
another
half
hour
a
strange
sight
would
have
met
his
eyes
.
Far
away
on
the
extreme
verge
of
the
alkali
plain
there
rose
up
a
little
spray
of
dust
,
very
slight
at
first
,
and
hardly
to
be
distinguished
from
the
mists
of
the
distance
,
but
gradually
growing
higher
and
broader
until
it
formed
a
solid
,
well-defined
cloud
.
This
cloud
continued
to
increase
in
size
until
it
became
evident
that
it
could
only
be
raised
by
a
great
multitude
of
moving
creatures
.
In
more
fertile
spots
the
observer
would
have
come
to
the
conclusion
that
one
of
those
great
herds
of
bisons
which
graze
upon
the
prairie
land
was
approaching
him
.
This
was
obviously
impossible
in
these
arid
wilds
.
As
the
whirl
of
dust
drew
nearer
to
the
solitary
bluff
upon
which
the
two
castaways
were
reposing
,
the
canvas-covered
tilts
of
waggons
and
the
figures
of
armed
horsemen
began
to
show
up
through
the
haze
,
and
the
apparition
revealed
itself
as
being
a
great
caravan
upon
its
journey
for
the
West
.
But
what
a
caravan
!
When
the
head
of
it
had
reached
the
base
of
the
mountains
,
the
rear
was
not
yet
visible
on
the
horizon
.
Right
across
the
enormous
plain
stretched
the
straggling
array
,
waggons
and
carts
,
men
on
horseback
,
and
men
on
foot
.
Innumerable
women
who
staggered
along
under
burdens
,
and
children
who
toddled
beside
the
waggons
or
peeped
out
from
under
the
white
coverings
.
