The wolves howled on the prairie, and the screech-owls cried pitifully in the grove; but I was happy.

I told Virginia that we must break camp in the morning and move on.

I must get to my land, and begin making that home.

She sighed; but she did not protest.

She would always remember this sojourn in the grove, she said; she had felt so safe! She hardly knew what she would do when we reached the next settlement; but she must think out some way to get back to Kentucky.