wide stretch of undulating prairie, dotted with clusters
of trees and meandering streamlets, that lay before them.
"I had bin out about two months, an' was makin' a
good thing of it, for game wos plenty, when I began to
think somehow more than usual o' home. My mother
wos alive then."
Joe's voice sank to a deep, solemn tone as he said
this, and for a few minutes he rode on in silence.
"Well, it grew worse and worse. I dreamed o' home
all night an' thought of it all day, till I began to shoot