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"
Where
,
Henry
--
where
?
"
"
Yonder
--
behind
the
waggons
.
You
see
them
now
?
"
"
I
do
--
though
I
ca
n't
say
what
they
are
.
They
look
like
--
like
--
"
Poindexter
was
puzzled
for
a
simile
--
"
I
really
do
n't
know
what
.
"
"
Waterspouts
?
"
suggested
the
ex-captain
,
who
,
at
sight
of
the
strange
objects
,
had
condescended
to
rejoin
the
party
around
the
carriole
.
"
Surely
it
ca
n't
be
that
?
It
's
too
far
from
the
sea
.
I
never
heard
of
their
occurring
on
the
prairies
.
"
"
They
are
in
motion
,
whatever
they
be
,
"
said
Henry
.
"
See
!
they
keep
closing
,
and
then
going
apart
.
But
for
that
,
one
might
mistake
them
for
huge
obelisks
of
black
marble
!
"
"
Giants
,
or
ghouls
!
"
jokingly
suggested
Calhoun
;
"
ogres
from
some
other
world
,
who
've
taken
a
fancy
to
have
a
promenade
on
this
abominable
prairie
!
"
The
ex-officer
was
only
humorous
with
an
effort
.
As
well
as
the
others
,
he
was
under
the
influence
of
an
uneasy
feeling
.
And
no
wonder
.
Against
the
northern
horizon
had
suddenly
become
upreared
a
number
of
ink-coloured
columns
--
half
a
score
of
them
--
unlike
anything
ever
seen
before
.
They
were
not
of
regular
columnar
form
,
nor
fixed
in
any
way
;
but
constantly
changing
size
,
shape
,
and
place
--
now
steadfast
for
a
time
--
now
gliding
over
the
charred
surface
like
giants
upon
skates
--
anon
,
bending
and
balancing
towards
one
another
in
the
most
fantastic
figurings
!
It
required
no
great
effort
of
imagination
,
to
fancy
the
Titans
of
old
,
resuscitated
on
the
prairies
of
Texas
,
leading
a
measure
after
some
wild
carousal
in
the
company
of
Bacchus
!
