Up on a little knoll where a few stunted trees grew, the negroes dug a long, deep hole.

Mother's eyes were often filled with tears that day, and the cowboys scarcely talked at all when they gathered at the chuckwagon.
After a while they all went to the hole which the negroes had dug, and there was a long Something wrapped up in canvas.

Mother wore her best dress which was black, and father and all the boys had shaved their faces and looked very sober.

The negroes stood back in a group by themselves, and every few minutes Buddy saw them draw their tattered shirtsleeves across their faces.

And father--Buddy looked once and saw two tears running down father's cheeks.