Even the old hunters might have called it but the loom of the line of the distant sand hills upon the stream.

But all at once the cloud sprang up, unfurling tattered battle flags, and hurrying to meet the sun upon the zenith battle ground.

Then the old hunters and trappers saw what was betokened.

A man came running, laughing, showing his breath white on the air.

The agent at the depot called sharply to the cub to shut the door.