She saw the empty, silent land rolling back to the West; the ox-teams slowly breaking the first furrow, and then the big Percheron horses and gasoline tractors taking their place.

Wooden shacks dotted the white grass, the belts of green wheat widened, wagons, and afterwards automobiles, lurched along the rutted trails.

Then the railroad came, brick homestead and windmills rose, and cities sprang up, as it were, in a night.

Everything was fluid, there was no permanence; rules and customs altered before they got familiar, a new nation, with new thoughts and aims, was rising from the welter of tense activity.
Then Festing got up with an apologetic air.

"I'm afraid I've stopped too long and talked too much.