"I've got to wait here for my--for my husband." "I can't stop," said I, "till I get to timber and water." "But I must wait," she pleaded.

"He can't help but find us here, because it's the only way to come; but if we go on we may miss him--and--and-- I've just got to stop.

Let me out, if you won't stop." I whoaed up and she made as if to climb out.
"He may not get out of Dubuque to-day," I said.

"He said so.

And for you to wait here alone, with all these movers going by, and with no place to stay to-night will be a pretty pokerish thing to do." Finally we agreed that I should drive on to water and timber, unless the road should fork; in which case we were to wait at the forks no matter what sort of camp it might be.
The Ridge Road followed pretty closely the route afterward taken by the Illinois Central Railroad; but the railroad takes the easiest grades, while the Ridge Road kept to the high ground; so that at some places it lay a long way north or south of the railway route on which trains were running as far as Manchester within about two years.