She was glad the world was full of them.

It was a busy, happy, active world, full of bold deeds, full of wide plans, full of men.

She looked out over the wide wind-swept plains, along the big chutes full of bellowing beeves, at the wide corral with its scores of saddled Nemeses, and she was calm and happy.

It was a goodly world.
It was upon one day that Mother Daly looked out upon her world; upon the next day she looked again, and all the world was changed.

Far as the eye could reach, the long and dusty roadway of the cows lay silent, with its dust unstirred.