The Way of the Wind

s, the tumbleweeds tumbling at the heels of his broncho, his heart in his mouth, Seth madly rode in the wild midnight to

ed to him, she came,

tle creature in the rapture felt by most mothers of

e than any other goes to make us akin

r beliefs he had been forced one by one to relinquish. When, after some weeks of tending her, the old woman was gone, and Celia was able to be about, it was he

broad green of the wheat fields, smili

t would co

the little house he would build

ned incre

ame the gr

desert they rushed in swarms, black

s they had come, leaving desolation in their wake. The prairie farms had been r

its rows of onions, potatoes and peas in the pod. It was utterly demolished. She c

e line. When the grasshoppers were go

in the sun, that had waved in the wind, they la

ffort to cultivate the plains, those poor pioneer peopl

e people and the coun

ther as a child upon whom some sore punishment has been inflicted for he knows not what, silent, brooding, heart

or and stood within, his back to it, with the air of a culprit, responsible alike fo

lf-shut white lids, the words dropping distinctly, clearly, relentlessly, that he might not forget them, that

ng hi

right,"

t them in a deadly swarm to destroy his harvest, he had enticed her t

ght," he r

hills and the whip-poor-wills and the mocking birds th

niacal shriek of the tireless wind and the howl

aid to Seth firmly

goin'