Oh, my God! Sis, I wish't we'd never come out here to this country at all.

I want my mother, that's what I want! I'm sick with all this." She began to cry, sobbing openly.
Mary Gage, now the stronger, drew the girl's head down into her own arms.
"You mustn't cry," said she.

"Annie, we've got to pull together." "I guess so," said Annie, sobbing, "both of us.

But I'm so lonesome--I'm so awful scared." The morning came slowly, at length fully, cool and softly luminous.
The friends of Sim Gage, all men, stood near his bedside.

His eyes opened sometimes, looking with curious languor around him, as though some problem were troubling him.