I was so busy trying to keep from upsetting when I drove around stalled outfits and abandoned wagons, and so occupied in finding places where I might stop and breathe my team, that I paid little attention to my queer-acting passenger; but once when we were standing I noticed that she was covered up again, and seemed to be crying.

As we topped the bluffs, and drew out into the open, she sat up and began to rearrange her hair.

After a few miles, we reached a point from which I could see the Iowa prairie sweeping away as far as the eye could see.

I drew out by the roadside to look at it, as a man appraises one with whom he must live--as a friend or an enemy.
I shall never forget the sight.

It was like a great green sea.