Scamahorn and prized livestock back to the "home range." They refused any pay for the service, but were very glad indeed to accept a sack of fresh eggs.

Another time, Mr. Scamahorn had left early for Pine ridge for wood. He thought the trip would take two days, and had gone to a neighbors to get a girl to come over and stay with his wife, but she could not come. Shortly after he left a party of suspicious looking men came and went into camp near their tent. The men stayed around all day. and occasionally came over and asked about the postoffice, saying they

had some three cent stamps that they desired to trade for the red twos that were just then coming into use. She was afraid to open the trunk, and it was with some relief that she saw the girl from the neighbor come into view; not that she was any protection, but the lonesome terror was not so great. At eventide the girl's father came and took her home, and Mrs. Scamahorn sat down for a sleepless night. She sat upon the trunk, and took her husband's rifle in her hands. She had never fired a gun, but determined to do so, if occasion required.

The evening wore on, and along in the night she heard the approach of wagon wheels, and to her intense relief Air. Scamahorn drove up to the tent. He said that he just felt impelled to get home that night, and everything had worked out right for it. He found wood at the first ridge, quite easy to load, and the oxen had walked exceedingly well. In the morning the strangers were gone. Like Arabs, they had silently folded their tents, and glided away.