CHAPTER II.
"We've got over sixteen hundred acres in fallow ground, a half-section in rye, another half in wheat--Turkey Red--and this section you see, six hundred and forty acres, in Bluestem," said Kurt.
Anderson's keen eyes swept from near at hand to far away, down the gentle, billowy slope and up the far hillside.

The wheat was two feet high, beginning to be thick and heavy at the heads, as if struggling to burst.

A fragrant, dry, wheaty smell, mingled with dust, came on the soft summer breeze, and a faint silken rustle.

The greenish, almost blue color near at hand gradually in the distance grew lighter, and then yellow, and finally took on a tinge of gold.

There was a living spirit in that vast wheat-field.
"Dorn, it's the finest wheat I've seen!" exclaimed Anderson, with the admiration of the farmer who aspired high.