"Folks has to give fer their country," she added soon. "My father an' my gran'father an' my oldest brother an' my true love all died in the wars. I hope you'll never have to give so much."
A great, earth-quaking roar from far down the valley of Lost River sped over the hills, and shook the towers of the wilderness and broke the peace of that remote chamber in which they stood. It was Business breaking through the side of a mountain to make a trail for the iron horse.
"Blastin'!" Sinth exclaimed.
"It's the king of the world coming through the woods—so my father tells me," said Miss Dunmore.
Then, as if fearful that he might arrive that day, she rose quickly and said:
"I—must go home. I must go home."
Sinth kissed her, and the children came and bade her good-bye and stood calling and waving their hands as Edith Dunmore, with the ribboned crow, slowly went up the trail to Catamount.