Grand Forks herald. [volume] (Grand Forks, N.D.) 1916-1955, 1921-11-24
CHATTER Nt-Continued.

wei well, wha you doing out
here?" he roared. Come have a
hunk O.. bacon. Pete! Hey, Pete!""
A touseled person came behind the
covered wagon. a StsSs Il ! S"se
) pete, here's the one honest-to-God
n and sev ~ couple minutes.
Mrs. kennicott. I'm hiking off for all
summer"
The Red Swede staggered up, rub
bed his craf1ped knees, numbered to
the wire fence, held the strands apart
for her. She unconsciously smiled
as she went through. Her skirt caught
on q barb; he carefully freed it.
Beside this man in blue flannel
shirt, baggy khaki trousers. uneven
s~uspenders, and vile felt hat, she was
small n exquisite.
The surly Pete set out an upturned
bucket for her. She iounged on 1t,
her elbows on her knees. Where
are you going !" she asked.
# 4"JSst starting on for the summer,
Ehorse-trading." B~jornstam chuckled.
His red muatache caught the sun.
Regular hoboes and public benefac-
tors we are. TAX. u hike like wis
every once in a while. Sharks on
horses. Buy 'em from farmers and
sell EN- to others. We're honest
frequently. Great time. Camp along
the road. I was wishing I had a
chance to say good-by to you before
I ducked out but Say, you better
come along with u.s.
I'D like to"
while you're Playing mumblety-
neg with Mrs. Lyn CasA. Pete and mo
will be rambling acr9ss Dakota.
through the Bad Lands. into the butte
country. and when fall comes we'll
be crossing over a pass OF the Big
Horn Mountains, maybe. and camp in
O snow-storm. quarter OF q mile right
straight up above q lake. Then.in the
morning we'll lie snug in our blankets
and look up through the pines al an
eagle. How'd 1t strike you? Heb?
Eagle soaring and soaring all day
big wide sky"
Don't! or I will go with you. and
I'm afraid there might be some slight
scandal. Perhaps some day I'll do it.
Good by
mi leather glove. From h turn in
the road she waved at him. She
walked on more soberly now, and sho
was lonely.
But the wheat and grass were sleek
| velvet under the sunset: the prairie
clouds were tawny god; and she
swung happily into Main Street.
the IIrSl C4yS OF June sue
drove with Kennicott on his calls.
She Identified him with the virile
land: she admired him as She saw
with what respect the farmers yobeyed
him. She was out in the early chill.
after a hasty cup OF coffee, reaching
open country as the fresh sun came
up in that unspoiied world. Meadow
iarks called from the tops of thin split
f~ence-posts. The wild roses srneiled
clean.
AS they returned IN late afternoon
the low sun was a s0lemnity of .radial
bands, like a heavenly fan of beaten
gold: the limitless circle of the grain
was a green sea trimmed With fog and
the willow w~ind-bfeaks were paimy
isles.
Ell them. The tortured earth crack
cd. Farmers painted through corn
sweating Tanks 81 horses. whfle she
waited for Kennicott In the car. be-
fore a farmhouse. the seat burned
her fingers and her head ached with
the glare on tenders and hood.
A black thunder-shower .Ras FOL
lowed by adjust storm which turned
the sky yellow with the hint OF 3
dust far-borne from DakotA covered
the inner stils OF the closed windows
The July heat wAs y more
sttfling. They crawled ADng Main
Street by day: they found II hard to
sleep 81 night They brought mat
tresses down 70 the living room. and
thrashed and turnsd by the open win.
OF going QUITO soGk themselves with
the hose and wada through tho dew
hut they were too 1istlese "a take tho
trouble. On cool Evenings. whep