A RANCHMAN'S RECOLLECTIONS 



lying there under the flower-covered mound. One of 

 them who had worked with him, and bossed him as 

 a boy on the old New York State farm stood at my 

 side. I felt his hand grip mine as the others turned 

 to go, and heard him say, "Wait." Then, when we 

 were alone, he crossed himself as he knelt, and 

 sobbed a broken prayer, and I — well, that's all. 



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