There were indistinct words to the music.
They rounded the hillside, and stopped again side by side.

There below them lay the trail for which they had been searching, and just beneath them, nestled against the hill, was a little schoolhouse of logs, weather-boarded, its windows open; and behind it and around it were horses tied, some of them hitched to wagons, but most of them with saddles.
The singing was clear and distinct now.

They could hear the words.

"O, that will be glory for me, glory for me, glory for me--" "What is it ?" she whispered.
"Why, I suspect it is a Sunday school or something of the kind." "O! A school! Could we go in ?" "If you like," said the man, enjoying her simplicity.

"We can tie out horses here behind the building, and they can rest.