I wasn't looking for land when I
squatted there. It was a pretty place, and there was hay for our
horses in that meadow, and trout in the creek back of the cabin. So I
built the old shack largely on the conveniences and the natural beauty
of the spot. But let me tell you, if this country should get a
railroad and settle up, that quarter section might produce all the
income we'd need, just out of hay and potatoes. How'd you like to be a
farmer's wife, huh?"
"Fine," she smiled. "Look at the view--it isn't gorgeous. It's--it's
simply peaceful and quiet and soothing. I hate to leave it."
"Better be sorry to leave a place than glad to get away," he answered
lightly. "Come on, let's pike home and get things in order for the
long trail, woman o' mine. I'll teach you how to be a woodland
vagabond."
CHAPTER XVII
EN ROUTE
Long since Hazel had become aware that whatsoever her husband set about
doing he did swiftly and with inflexible purpose. There was no
malingering or doubtful hesitation. Once his mind was made up, he
acted, Thus, upon the third day from the land staking they bore away
eastward from the clearing, across a trackless area, traveling by the
sun and Bill's knowledge of the country.
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