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Bonner, Geraldine, 1870-1930

"The Emigrant Trail"

"If you want to
tell him so and you're afraid, I'll do it for you."
"I do like him. It's not that."
"Well, then, what's making you cry?"
"Something else, something way down deep that makes everything seem so
far away and strange."
He leaned forward and spat over the wheel, then subsided against the
roof prop.
"Are you well?" he said, his imagination exhausted.
"Yes, very."
Daddy John looked at the backs of the mules. The off leader was a
capricious female by name Julia who required more management and
coaxing than the other five put together, and whom he loved beyond them
all. In his bewildered anxiety the thought passed through his mind
that all creatures of the feminine gender, animal or human, were
governed by laws inscrutable to the male, who might never aspire to
comprehension and could only strive to please and placate.
A footfall struck on his ear and, thrusting his head beyond the canvas
hood, he saw Leff loafing up from the rear.
"Saw her come in here," thought the old man, drawing his head in, "and
wants to hang round and snoop."
Since the Indian episode he despised Leff.


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