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Show THE WIND WAGON. 33 cinated with the comprehensiveness of the country that lay stretching in airy undulations far away like a billowy ocean that nature, in a capricious freak, had caught and held with immovable firmness. It seemed to me that nothing could be so grand, so romantic. "One clear, crisp morning we were, as usual, up with the sun and moving along at a quick gait for ox teams. Lulled into peace and good-will towards all mankind, by the soothing, cradle-like motion of our wagon springs, I threw my head back for a day-dream. "The flow of my fancy was soon interrupted by a member of our party calling out: "' Hello! the moon is giving the sun a hot race this morning. Look; yonder she comes, just above the horizon.' " 'Give us a rest,' said another, in a sort of raillery; 'you must have been drinking something that's turned your head. Say, where do you keep your jug?' "But the cast-iron earnestness on the features of the alarmist caused us to crane our necks and look-and then we looked at each other, each one seeming to doubt his own sanity. For we saw something rising upon the horizon that certainly looked like the moon; but, knowing it to be the wrong place for that luminary at that time, our minds were soon disabused of the supposition. "It began to assume a greater proportion, and moved rapidly in our direction. We stopped our wagon to view the phenomenon, and conjecture as to the character of the bird, beast or created thing that was coming toward us. " 'A cyclone,' one suggested. "Another said, 'a mirage.' 3 |
