“There is not a hundred miles, or ten miles, or one mile, along all these shores which has not historical value if you and I only knew the story.”
“But it’s a long, long way up to the Mandans still,” began John once more.
His Uncle Dick gayly chided him.
“It’ll not be so long—only a little over three hundred miles from here.”
“If only there were the buffalo!” said Jesse.
“Yes, if only there were the buffalo, and the antelope and the Indians! I’d give a good deal to have lived in those days, my own self. Good night, Jess. Good night, Rob and Frank.”