The warm sunlight had set the meadow cocks a crowing.

The far reaches of the great, grassy plain were dimmed with haze.

It was a vast, flowery wilderness, waving and murmuring in the breeze like an ocean.

How long those acres, sown by the winds of heaven, had waited for the plowman now arrived! Harry felt the beauty of the scene but saw and enjoyed more the face of Bim Kelso as he worked and planned his own house--no cabin but a mansion like that of Judge Harper in the village near his old home.

He had filled every crevice in the rear wall and was working on the front when he heard the thunder of running horses and saw those figures, dim in a cloud of dust, flying up the road again.