Twice they were forced to partly unload in order to cross ravines where
the frost had fallen out, and it was growing dark as they rose over the
low swell, from which they could see a dim, red star, which Burke
guessed to be the shanty light, even before Bailey called, exultantly:
"There she blows!"
The wind had grown chill and moist, the quacking ducks were thickening
on the pools, and strange noises came from ghostly swells and hidden
creeks. The tired horses moved forward with soundless feet upon the sod,
which had softened during the day. They quickened their steps when they
saw the lantern shine from the pole before the building.
The light of the lamp, and the sight of Blanche standing in the doorway
of the cabin at the back of the store-room, was a beautiful sight to
Burke. Set over against the wet, dark prairie, with its boundless sweep
of unknown soil, the shanty seemed a radiant palace.
"Supper's all ready, Willard!" called Blanche, and the tired man's heart
leaped with joy to hear the tender, familiar cadence of her voice.
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