| Chapter I.—Setting up Altars of Remembrance, | [13] |
| Chapter II.—"God Could Not Be Everywhere, and so He Made Mothers," | [23] |
| Chapter III.—"But Somewhere the Master Has a Counterpart of Each," | [32] |
| Chapter IV.—Our Prairies are a Book Whose Pages Hold Many Stories, | [41] |
| Chapter V.—A Worthy Object Reached For and Missed is a First Step Toward Success, | [51] |
| Chapter VI.—"'Tis Only a Snowbank's Tears, I Ween," | [58] |
| Chapter VII.—We Stepped Over the Ridge and Courted the Favor of New and Untried Waters, | [67] |
| Chapter VIII.—We Had No Flag to Unfurl, but Its Sentiment Was Within Us, | [77] |
| Chapter IX.—We Listened to Each Other's Rehearsals, and Became Mutual Sympathizers and Encouragers, | [87] |
| Chapter X.—Boots and Saddles Call, | [98] |
| Chapter XI.—"But All Comes Right in the End," | [108] |
| Chapter XII.—Each Day Makes Its Own Paragraphs and Punctuation Marks, | [123] |