He
laughed. "Wish you would, Jim, and relieve me of the cookin'."
Blanche could hardly compose herself to sleep. "Isn't it wonderful," she
whispered. "It's all so strange, like being out of the world, someway."
Burke heard the ducks quacking down in the "Moggason," and he, too,
_felt_ the silence and immensity of the plain outside. It was enormous,
incredible in its wildness. "I believe we're going to like it out here,
Blanche," he said.
Blanche Burke rose to a beautiful and busy day. The breakfast which she
cooked in the early dawn was savory, and Rivers, who helped her by
bringing water and building the fire, was full of life and humor. He
seemed to have no other business than to "wait and tend" on her.
He called her out to see the sunrise. "Isn't this great!" he called,
exultantly. Flights of geese were passing, and the noise of ducks came
to them from every direction. He pointed out the distant hills, and
called her attention to a solemn row of sand-hill cranes down by the
swale, causing her to see the wonder and beauty of this new world.
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