you to your fear! You know what I want--more than life it is to

[Pallares B. <sel...@vi...>]

Next year come fifteen hundred, an' in '45 twicet that many, an' so it
has went, doublin, an' doublin'. Six or seven thousand whites go up the
Platte this season, an' a right smart sprinklin' o' them'll git through
to Oregon. Them 'at does'll carry plows. "Ma'am, if the brave that sunk
a arrer in yore plow beam didn't kill yore plow hit warn't because he
didn't want to. Hit's the truth--the plow does bury the buffler, an' fer
keeps! Ye kain't kill a plow, ner neither kin yer scare hit away. Hit's
the holdin'est thing ther is, ma'am--hit neve