In the midst of a wide range of Western prairie may be 

 seen that which, from afar, looks like a row of weeds. They 

 are, in fact, the tops of tall wild cedars towering over a deep 

 canon. The floods of the centuries have furrowed the prairies. 

 At the head of this canon was a delicious spring trickling 

 among the red roots of the cedars. All around this water- 

 source wild turkeys and deer had left their footprints. Coy- 

 otes, badgers, and other wild things stole through the moonlit 

 silence to slake their thirst. 



