He only heard the hateful, detestable
cynicism, brutally expressed. It was something curious how he only
took note of these things, and missed the rough solicitude of Ju's
final admonishment. But he was young and weak, and a shadow of
bitterness had entered his life, which, at his age, should have found
no place in it.
The miles swept away under his horse's hoofs. Already the township,
that sparse little oasis of shelter in a desert of grass-land, lay lost
behind him in the depths of some hidden trough in the waves of the
prairie ocean, The great yellow disc of the moon had cut the horizon
and lit his tracks, but its light was still unrevealing and only added
charm to the blaze of summer jewels which adorned the soft velvet of
the heavens.
He glanced back. But almost instantly his eyes were turned again
ahead. The night scene of these plains was too familiar to him to
excite interest. To him there were simply miles intervening between
him and the slumbers he was seeking. The prairie, for all its
beauties, spelt toilful days and bitter disappointment for him.
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