And there's the sky so high and so clear.
When you come away from the great plains you feel cooped up anywhere else." Pennington spoke with enthusiasm, his nostrils dilating and his eyes flashing.

Dick was impressed.
"When the war's over I'm going out there to see your plains," he said.
"Then you're coming to see me!" exclaimed Pennington, with all the impulsive warmth of youth.

"And George here is coming with you.

I won't show you any mountains like the one over there, but boys, west of the Platte River, when I was with my father and some other men I watched for three days a buffalo herd passing.

The herd was going north and all the time it stretched so far from east to west that it sank under each horizon.