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The Lure of the Dim Trails

CHAPTER X
9/9

I guess we can be thinking about hitting the trail for home pretty soon now.

The river'll break up if this keeps going a week.

Say, this is out uh sight! It's warmer out uh doors than it is in the house.

Darn the old shack, anyway! I'm plumb sick uh the sight of it.

It looked all right to me in a blizzard, but now--it's me for the range, m'son." He went off to the stable with long, swinging strides that matched all nature for gladness, singing cheerily: "So polish up your saddles, oil your slickers and your guns, For we're hound for Lonesome Prairie when the green grass comes.".


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