the
prairie was the sea and the scattered
clumps of wood the islands.
"There's no lack o' game here," said Dick Varley,
pointing to a herd of buffaloes which rose at their
approach and fled away towards the wood.
"I think we'll ha' thunder soon," remarked Joe. "I
never feel it onnatteral hot like this without lookin' out
for a plump."
"Ha! den ve better look hout for one goot tree to