"In a minute beyond the shoulder there we shall see the Big Horn Valley and the place where our home used to be.

There, wait Allan." The ponies came to a stand.

Exclamations of amazement burst from Cameron and his wife.
"Why, Allan?
What?
Is this the trail ?" "It is the trail all right," said her husband in a low voice, "but what in thunder does this mean ?" "It is a house, Allan, a new house." "It looks like it--but--" "And there are people all about!" For some breathless moments they gazed upon the scene.

A wide valley, flanked by hills and threaded by a gleaming river, lay before them and in a bend of the river against the gold and yellow of a poplar bluff stood a log house of comfortable size gleaming in all its newness fresh from the ax and saw.
"What does it all mean, Allan ?" inquired his wife.
"Blest if I know!" "Look at the people.

I know now, Allan.