You can watch me drive the oxen, and learn on the
way to Mormon Lake.
I never knew how good fire could feel, she said,
laughing. His glance caught the white andbronze of the great sycamore tree shining
among the pines.
There appeared to be something wild andraw, yet
thrilling about it.
My lucks in, exulted Logan, and on the strength of
that belief hehurried to the railroad station. A sweet, mustyfragrance came on the
slight, warm breeze.
Were there no towns in this tremendous country?
Logan Huett had sent for his bride, and didnot know her when she looked point-blank
at him. He had suffered pain, hardship, if not grief. Then from a box hetook canvas
bags of varying sizes, which he set down side by side. They halted under great pines
that stood out from the wall of forest. Logan awoke late,arose leisurely, and
dressed for the business of the day.
There was a parson in town who would hitch you up
pronto fora five-dollar gold piece! The soft bed was conducive to a long, restful
sleep.
She wiped them so that she could see out. Hardys
little mirror,and could not believe the evidence of her own eyes.
You can watch me drive the oxen, and learn on the
way to Mormon Lake.
This would keep the contents dry and serveas a
place to sleep during the way down.
Thismorning she braided it and let it hang. She was
inexpressibly glad to be away from persistent suitors.
The brook made several turns between the
graduallylevelling slopes.
What would that trio of cowboys have
said?
Huett hadfound arrow-heads there and bits of flint
where some old savage hadchipped his points.
Some day well runthirty thousand head of cattle
there. Four days, maybe five with oxen and cattle.
Scattered pines trooped down to the deep blue
pools. He wasted no more time there, butrode across the flat below the bench, and
climbed the west slope. When the deed was done irrevocably, Logan felt
appalled.
As herode along through the shady, silent forest,
he remembered Lucinda with awarmth of pleasure.