A RANCHMAN'S RECOLLECTIONS 



thank God for the refuge that He gives to all in the 

 great range of love and peace. Then, with Johnnie's 

 riderless horse, saddled and bridled, with a slicker- 

 clad, slouched-hat guard of honor in front, behind 

 and on each side of the spring wagon, which held all 

 that was mortal, a weird and solemn procession 

 moved out into the slow drizzle, and gathering dark- 

 ness, on its lOO-mile journey to the little spot on 

 the hill where the first sunbeams kiss the morning 

 dew, and the flickering shadows of dusk linger long- 

 est. There Johnnie dreams in the eternal sleep — 



"Where the little grey hawk hangs aloof in the air, 



And the sly coyote glides here and there; 



Where the summer rains and the winter snows, 



Where the wild flowers bloom and the Bob White goes." 



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