MAN ON THE QU'APPELLE TRAIL 33 



Somewhere back in a forgotten arroyo a coyote 

 yapped lonesomely. Around through the night were 

 flung the distant glow-dots of the burning straw piles, 

 and as he filled his lungs with the fresh sweet air the 

 hope of better days warmed the heart of the belated 

 traveller. The Hand which set the orbits of the universe 

 created the laws of Truth and Justice and these never 

 could be gainsaid. Everything would come out aright 

 if only men were steadfast in faith and duty. 



He gave the horses their heads and they were off once 

 more through the cool night upon the wheatland sea 

 that was bounded only by far purple shadows. 



