"Oh, Nebraska, and Wyoming, and the Black Hills, and any
crazy place they hear of," answered Squire Poinsett.
"They'll all be scalped by Injuns," said Grandpa Oldberry.
"Ain't the Injuns bad this fall?"
"So I was a-reading," returned the Squire. "And in the hills
I should be afeared of b'ar."
"Right," assented Grandpa. "B'ar and sim'lar varmints. And
more 'specially hossthieves and sich-like cutthroats. I
disremember seeing three scalawags starting off on such a fool
trip since afore the war."
II: OUTWARD BOUND
The port of Prairie Flower was in the eastern part of the
Territory of Dakota. It stood out on an open plain a half-dozen
miles wide, which seemed to be the prairie itself, though it was
really the valley of the Big Sioux River, that funny stream which
could run either way, and usually stood still in the night and
rested. To the east and west the edges of this valley were
faintly marked by a range of very low bluffs, so low that they
were mere wrinkles in the surface of the earth, and made the
valley but very little lower than the great plain which rolled
away for miles to the east and for leagues to the west.
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