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“
Emerica
?
I
doand
know
,
”
returned
the
other
,
insistently
.
“
Dat
’
s
my
home
yonder
.
Dat
’
s
my
Vaterland
.
Alle
von
we
Shairmens
yoost
like
dot
.
Shairmany
,
dot
’
s
hell
oaf
some
fine
plaice
,
sure
.
Budt
der
Vaterland
iss
vhair
der
home
und
der
wife
und
kinder
iss
.
Eh
?
Yes
?
Voad
?
Ach
,
no
.
Me
,
I
nef
’
r
voad
.
I
doand
bodder
der
haid
mit
dose
ting
.
I
maig
der
wheat
grow
,
und
ged
der
braid
fur
der
wife
und
Hilda
,
dot
’
s
all
.
Dot
’
s
me
;
dot
’
s
Bismarck
.
”
“
Good
-
bye
,
”
commented
Annixter
,
moving
off
.
Hooven
,
the
washer
replaced
,
turned
to
his
work
again
,
starting
up
the
horses
.
The
seeder
advanced
,
whirring
.
“
Ach
,
Hilda
,
leedle
girl
,
”
he
cried
,
“
hold
tight
bei
der
shdrap
on
.
Hey
MULE
!
Hoop
!
Gedt
oop
,
you
.
”
Annixter
cantered
on
.
In
a
few
moments
,
he
had
crossed
Broderson
Creek
and
had
entered
upon
the
Home
ranch
of
Los
Muertos
.
Ahead
of
him
,
but
so
far
off
that
the
greater
portion
of
its
bulk
was
below
the
horizon
,
he
could
see
the
Derricks
’
home
,
a
roof
or
two
between
the
dull
green
of
cypress
and
eucalyptus
.
Nothing
else
was
in
sight
.
The
brown
earth
,
smooth
,
unbroken
,
was
as
a
limitless
,
mud
-
coloured
ocean
.
The
silence
was
profound
.
Then
,
at
length
,
Annixter
’
s
searching
eye
made
out
a
blur
on
the
horizon
to
the
northward
;
the
blur
concentrated
itself
to
a
speck
;
the
speck
grew
by
steady
degrees
to
a
spot
,
slowly
moving
,
a
note
of
dull
colour
,
barely
darker
than
the
land
,
but
an
inky
black
silhouette
as
it
topped
a
low
rise
of
ground
and
stood
for
a
moment
outlined
against
the
pale
blue
of
the
sky
.
Annixter
turned
his
horse
from
the
road
and
rode
across
the
ranch
land
to
meet
this
new
object
of
interest
.
As
the
spot
grew
larger
,
it
resolved
itself
into
constituents
,
a
collection
of
units
;
its
shape
grew
irregular
,
fragmentary
.
A
disintegrated
,
nebulous
confusion
advanced
toward
Annixter
,
preceded
,
as
he
discovered
on
nearer
approach
,
by
a
medley
of
faint
sounds
.
Now
it
was
no
longer
a
spot
,
but
a
column
,
a
column
that
moved
,
accompanied
by
spots
.
As
Annixter
lessened
the
distance
,
these
spots
resolved
themselves
into
buggies
or
men
on
horseback
that
kept
pace
with
the
advancing
column
.
There
were
horses
in
the
column
itself
.
At
first
glance
,
it
appeared
as
if
there
were
nothing
else
,
a
riderless
squadron
tramping
steadily
over
the
upturned
plough
land
of
the
ranch
.
But
it
drew
nearer
.
The
horses
were
in
lines
,
six
abreast
,
harnessed
to
machines
.
The
noise
increased
,
defined
itself
.
There
was
a
shout
or
two
;
occasionally
a
horse
blew
through
his
nostrils
with
a
prolonged
,
vibrating
snort
.
The
click
and
clink
of
metal
work
was
incessant
,
the
machines
throwing
off
a
continual
rattle
of
wheels
and
cogs
and
clashing
springs
.
The
column
approached
nearer
;
was
close
at
hand
.
The
noises
mingled
to
a
subdued
uproar
,
a
bewildering
confusion
;
the
impact
of
innumerable
hoofs
was
a
veritable
rumble
.
Machine
after
machine
appeared
;
and
Annixter
,
drawing
to
one
side
,
remained
for
nearly
ten
minutes
watching
and
interested
,
while
,
like
an
array
of
chariots
—
clattering
,
jostling
,
creaking
,
clashing
,
an
interminable
procession
,
machine
succeeding
machine
,
six
-
horse
team
succeeding
six
-
horse
team
—
bustling
,
hurried
—
Magnus
Derrick
’
s
thirty
-
three
grain
drills
,
each
with
its
eight
hoes
,
went
clamouring
past
,
like
an
advance
of
military
,
seeding
the
ten
thousand
acres
of
the
great
ranch
;
fecundating
the
living
soil
;
implanting
deep
in
the
dark
womb
of
the
Earth
the
germ
of
life
,
the
sustenance
of
a
whole
world
,
the
food
of
an
entire
People
.
When
the
drills
had
passed
,
Annixter
turned
and
rode
back
to
the
Lower
Road
,
over
the
land
now
thick
with
seed
.
He
did
not
wonder
that
the
seeding
on
Los
Muertos
seemed
to
be
hastily
conducted
.
Magnus
and
Harran
Derrick
had
not
yet
been
able
to
make
up
the
time
lost
at
the
beginning
of
the
season
,
when
they
had
waited
so
long
for
the
ploughs
to
arrive
.
They
had
been
behindhand
all
the
time
.
On
Annixter
’
s
ranch
,
the
land
had
not
only
been
harrowed
,
as
well
as
seeded
,
but
in
some
cases
,
cross
-
harrowed
as
well
.
The
labour
of
putting
in
the
vast
crop
was
over
.
Now
there
was
nothing
to
do
but
wait
,
while
the
seed
silently
germinated
;
nothing
to
do
but
watch
for
the
wheat
to
come
up
.
When
Annixter
reached
the
ranch
house
of
Los
Muertos
,
under
the
shade
of
the
cypress
and
eucalyptus
trees
,
he
found
Mrs
.
Derrick
on
the
porch
,
seated
in
a
long
wicker
chair
.
She
had
been
washing
her
hair
,
and
the
light
brown
locks
that
yet
retained
so
much
of
their
brightness
,
were
carefully
spread
in
the
sun
over
the
back
of
her
chair
.
Annixter
could
not
but
remark
that
,
spite
of
her
more
than
fifty
years
,
Annie
Derrick
was
yet
rather
pretty
.
Her
eyes
were
still
those
of
a
young
girl
,
just
touched
with
an
uncertain
expression
of
innocence
and
inquiry
,
but
as
her
glance
fell
upon
him
,
he
found
that
that
expression
changed
to
one
of
uneasiness
,
of
distrust
,
almost
of
aversion
.
