“I’m glad yu’ found it so.”
Again his manner put a bar to my approaches. Even though I had seen
him wildly disporting himself, those were matters which he chose not to
discuss with me.
Medicine Bow was quiet as I went my way to my quilts. So still, that
through the air the deep whistles of the freight trains came from below
the horizon across great miles of silence. I passed cow-boys, whom half
an hour before I had seen prancing and roaring, now rolled in their
blankets beneath the open and shining night.
“What world am I in?” I said aloud. “Does this same planet hold Fifth
Avenue?”
And I went to sleep, pondering over my native land.