THE NEW MOVERS Far away, across the wide gray plain, appeared a tiny dot, apparently an unimportant fixture of the landscape.

An hour earlier it might not have been observed at all by even the keenest eye, and it would have needed yet more time to assure an observer even now that the dot was a moving object.

Under the shifting play of the prairie sun the little object appeared now dark, now light in colour, but became gradually more distinct.

It came always crawling steadily on.

Presently an occasional side-blown puff of dust added a certain heraldry, and thus finally the white-topped wagon and its plodding team came fully into view, crawling ever persistently from the East into the West.
Meantime, from the direction of the north, there came travelling across the prairie another cloud of dust more rapid than that stirred up by the slow-moving emigrant wagon.