The Price of the Prairie: A Story of KansasMcCarter, Margaret Hill
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The Price of the Prairie: A Story of Kansas
McCarter, Margaret Hill
Kansas -- Fiction; Western stories
It was impossible for our wounded comrades to begin the journey to Fort
Wallace on that day. When evening came, the camp settled down to quiet
and security: the horses fed at their rope tethers, the fires smouldered
away to gray ashes, the sun swung down behind the horizon bar, the gold
and scarlet of evening changed to deeper hues and the long, purple
twilight was on the silent Colorado Plains. Over by the Arickaree the
cavalry men lounged lazily in groups. As the shades of evening gathered,
the soldiers began to sing. Softly at first, but richer, fuller, sweeter
their voices rose and fell with that cadence and melody only the negro
voice can compass. And their song, pulsing out across the undulating
valley wrapped in the twilight peace, made a harmony so wonderfully
tender that we who had dared danger for days unflinchingly now turned
our faces to the shadows to hide our tears.
We are tenting to-night on the old camp ground.
Give us a song to cheer
Our weary hearts, a song of home
And friends we love so dear.
Many are the hearts that are weary to-night,
Wishing for this war to cease,
Many are the hearts looking for the right
To see the dawn of peace.
So the cavalry men sang, and we listened to their singing with hearts
stirred to their depths. And then with prayers of thankfulness for our
deliverance, we went to sleep. And over on the little island, under the
shallow sands, the men who had fallen beside us lay with patient, folded
hands waiting beside the Arickaree waters till the last reveille shall
sound for them and they enter the kingdom of Eternal Peace.
CHAPTER XIX
A MAN'S BUSINESS
Mankind was my business; the common welfare was my business;
charity, mercy, forbearance, and benevolence were all my business;
the dealings of my trade were but a drop of water in the
comprehensive ocean of my business.
--DICKENS.
Every little community has its customs peculiar to itself. With the
people of Springvale the general visiting-time was on Sunday between the
afternoon Sabbath-school and the evening service. The dishes that were
prepared on Saturday for the next day's supper excelled the warm Sunday
dinner.
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