My father killed his elk and his buffalo, too, in Kentucky; but that was before my day.

I want the buffalo.

I crave to see the Plains, Molly.

What real American does not ?" Mrs.Wingate threw her apron over her face.
"The Oregon fever has witched you, Jesse!" she exclaimed between dry sobs.
Wingate was silent for a time.
"Corn ought to grow in Oregon," he said at last.
"Yes, but does it ?" "I never heard it didn't.

The soil is rich, and you can file on six hundred and forty acres.