charge he would allow no temptation to imperil. He nodded good night to me. “If there’s anything I can do for yu’, you’ll tell me.” I thanked him. “What a pleasant evening!” I added.

“I’m glad yu’ found it so.” Again his manner put a bar to my approaches. Even though I had seen him wildly disporting himself, those were matters which he chose not to discuss with me.

Medicine Bow was quiet as I went my way to my quilts. So still, that through the air the deep whistles of the freight trains came from below the horizon across great miles of silence. I passed cow-boys, whom half an hour before I had seen prancing and roaring, now rolled in their blankets beneath the open and shining night.

“What world am I in?” I said aloud. “Does this same planet hold Fifth Avenue?” And I went to sleep, pondering over my native land.