Her baby was sick, and she feared it was going to die. Her greatest lament was that it had never been baptized. Great was her manifestations of joy when Mrs. Scamahorn told her that her husband was a minister, and that he would baptize the baby. So here in the humble sod cabin, Rev. Scamahorn read the first baptismal service in that part of the state, and the mother in her gratitude, gave him two dollars, and Mrs. Scamahorn a warm peach pie.

One day after they had passed beyond the burned-off zone, they came upon a valley of excellent grass. Mr. Scamahorn was not well, and the stock needed feed so they stopped for the time being, and he lay down to rest. Mrs. Scamahorn sat upon the wagon tongue watching the stock to see that it did not stray far from camp. After awhile the atmosphere began to take on the hazy appearance that all westerners know is the advance indication of a prairie fire. In the distance she could see the smoke and then a flash of the flame. Unused to the menace of the prairie, she was nevertheless struck with the horror of their unprotected situation, and her mind flashed upon the fact that in. the wagon was a quantity of powder --

enough to blow it to pieces. She woke her husband, who at first was in despair, but she had recollected the story of Kit Carson, and howhe had fought fire by backfiring the prairie. The story of their youthful days, brought fruition, for by burning the grass about the wagon, they escaped the "red terror" that came after them over the distant hills. The others were not in the path of the fire, and were greatly relieved when the Scamahorns came on along the road after the fire had passed.