Perfect!" Her gaze mayhap sought the tall figure of the young commander, chosen by older men above his fellow townsman, Sam Woodhull, as captain of the Liberty train.

But he now had other duties in his own wagon group.
Ceased now the straining creak of gear and came rattle of yokes as the pins were loosed.

Cattle guards appeared and drove the work animals apart to graze.

Women clambered down from wagon seats.

Sober-faced children gathered their little arms full of wood for the belated breakfast fires; boys came down for water at the stream.
The west-bound paused at the Missouri, as once they had paused at the Don.
A voice arose, of some young man back among the wagons busy at his work, paraphrasing an ante-bellum air: _Oh, then, Susannah, Don't you cry fer me! I'm goin' out to Oregon, With my banjo on my knee!_.