13 The King of the Thundering Herd 



loam, that did not give way to clay, even 

 two or three feet down. 



But some one had to hold the plough, 

 and sow the seed and reap the harvest. All 

 these things the Anderson family were 

 willing to do. So when the first red glow 

 came into the east and the prairie lark 

 mounted skyward, they had already turned 

 their first furrow ; and long after the moon 

 swung her silver censer out of the east 

 and the countless stars appeared, they went 

 up and down the endless furrows. 



When Little Bighead was two years old, 

 he took his place beside Ulysses and helped 

 draw the plough. At first he could not 

 keep up his end for more than an hour or 

 two, as he was young and soft, but by 

 degrees he toughened and his muscles 

 strengthened, until when he was three or 

 four years old, he became as strong and 

 faithful as any ox. 



It was for his young master Bennie, 



