Hilda squeezed through the thick hedge and hurried down the muddy lane from the farm. Anyone could see that she was a hen who was going somewhere. She went down the farm lane and along the main road toward much Wallop. She went right through the village of Little Dollop, and past the few houses on the other side. She found nothing she could ride except a wagon in somebody's front yard.
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It was a typical wagon train of the 1840s. The swaying wagons, plodding animals, and walking people stretched out along the trail for almost a mile. Near the end of the train, a boy holding a hickory stick moved slowly through the dust. He used the stick to poke and prod the cows that trudged beside him, mooing and complaining. Dust floated in the air.