Clouds of prairie chickens and quails are floating here and there in their short flight.

It is the paradise of the hunter.

Let no one think this description overdrawn.

It would be difficult to exaggerate the loveliness of the flower-spangled prairie on a bright autumnal day.

Eden could scarcely have presented scenes more attractive.
Young Carson stands at the door of the cabin with a stout mule before him.
The animal is strong and plump, having been feasting upon the wild oats growing luxuriantly around.