The Colfax chronicle. [volume] (Colfax, Grant Parish, La.) 1877-1981, 1902-02-22
THE TRAIL OF THE
RUNA WAY FLOCK.


lTan" Old Settlers Picnic" in west
n ern Nebraska heard the fol-
lowing story from one of the hale
pioneers, as we sat in the shade of a
white-topped prairie wagon: came
out to the North Platte country in the
early seventies, where my sister had
been some months teaching the first
school established in the country. 1t
was held in q one-room sod house
about a mile west of the "town"
across the trackless prairie, the loca-
ton being central one for the great
er number of pupils, as the settlers
then lived mostly along the river bot
toms and the sloughs.
Things were booming when came,
green from the east; the season had
been remarkable for the beautiful
golden autumn weather, which lasted
far into December, so that the week
before Christmas there was no snow
whatever. This surprised me, as / had
heard so much of the fierce billiards.
and "northers'' on the North Platte.
! used to call at the little schoolhouse
every afternoon, and walk home with
my sister across the prairie, gazing at
the gorgeous sunsets that seemed to
Gil the world with radiance; there was
not even a tree to break the circled
line of the far horizon.
Just before Christmas came . cold
spell, and after that the prairie lay
black and lonely; the pools and
courses of the shifting river among
the sands were ice-locked, and the
few sheepmen who had been induced
by the open weather to leave their
flocks on the range were now driving
them to the bottoms and the south
hills in expectation of a storm that
would cut us off from the world. But
every one was cheerful. The stores
were bright with holiday goods and
crowded with farmers and their
wives; grain was coming in at the
elevators; the overland trains were
regular, and the expected storm did
not cause alarm.
had promised to obtain some
greens for Christmas celebration at
my sisters sod schoolhouse, and one
afternoon / drove out with wagon
and mule team toward the river. Now
in that country of sage-bush and
buffalo grass Christmas greens were
scarce, and although I crossed many
gullies and wandered several hours,
the best could get was sumac ber-
ries, some gray, feathery grass and a
few enormous "t3mble-weeds,' which
might be decorated with ribbons.
All the afternoon there was curl
Gus depressing silence in the air; un-
broken clouds hung like pail of gray
flom horizon to horizon, and distant
noises came with peculiar distinct
ness, although there was not the
slightest breath of wind. AS drove
homeward, noticed that the cattle
and horses, which usually were scat
tered widely over the range, nibbling
Mt the frosty stubble, had gathered
round the south sides of the straw
sheds and corrals, and that many GOV.
eys of prairie-chickens were winging
t. the river thickcts. The weather
had become very much colder. and
still the temperature fell.
When drove up to the house where
my sister and boarded, on the west
ern outskirt of the village, our hos
came out into the yard.
"While you're hitched up" he said
syou'd better drive on to the school
house, and get the schoolma'am ant
all the children that are coming thi
way. There's going to be blizzard.
at won't come before four o'clock,
replied. 'I'n go then"
"You drive right on now. young fel
low" he said, with glance at TIL
leaden sky. "Tell her to dismiss TIL
school and hustle for town. Can
take no chances with this weather.
Being tenderfoot, replied, "Al
right" But his precautions scenes
foolish, for the little sod schoolhous
was in full view of us, and could b
reached in less than Is minutes cas-
lily.
As I trotted the mules over tn
prairie. suddenly noticed that TIL
air high above me seemed filed wit
flying, swirling snow. Then tn
brown horizon and distant settlers
sold house with the smoke curling
above it were suddenly blotted out b
q white, impenetrable curtain. ]
came swiftly trailing nearer, hidin'
everything from sight; then. like
blast from q gigantic funnel, gal
struck me, the like of which had ney
er dreamed of before. 1t was tor
rent of icy air, Juggling and shrieSinl
at the very ground beneath my feet
hurricane OF piercing sleet tina
went bowling past and set me gaspin'
for breath, and still yelled on at tn
same frightful speed.
Before could prevent it. my III
mules were turning toward home bu
urged them back with shouts an
linA and bowed nv head oser y