Этюд в багровых тонах

On the great Alkali Plain.

           “Whydidn’tyousaysobefore?”shesaid,laughinggleefully. “Yougavemesuchafright. Why,ofcourse,nowaslongaswediewe’llbewithmotheragain.” 

           “Yes,youwill,dearie.” 

           “Andyoutoo. I’lltellherhowawfulgoodyou’vebeen. I’llbetshemeetsusatthedoorofHeavenwithabigpitcherofwater,andalotofbuckwheatcakes,hot,andtoastedonbothsides,likeBobandmewasfondof. Howlongwillitbefirst?” 

           “Idon’tknownotverylong.” Theman’seyeswerefixeduponthenorthernhorizon.Inthebluevaultoftheheaventherehadappearedthreelittlespeckswhichincreasedinsizeeverymoment,sorapidlydidtheyapproach. Theyspeedilyresolvedthemselvesintothreelargebrownbirds,whichcircledovertheheadsofthetwowanderers,andthensettleduponsomerockswhichoverlookedthem. Theywerebuzzards,thevulturesofthewest,whosecomingistheforerunnerofdeath. 

           “Cocksandhens,”criedthelittlegirlgleefully,pointingattheirill-omenedforms,andclappingherhandstomakethemrise. “Say,didGodmakethiscountry?” 

           “IncourseHedid,”saidhercompanion,ratherstartledbythisunexpectedquestion. 

           “HemadethecountrydowninIllinois,andHemadetheMissouri,”thelittlegirlcontinued. “Iguesssomebodyelsemadethecountryintheseparts.It’snotnearlysowelldone.Theyforgotthewaterandthetrees.” 

           “Whatwouldyethinkofofferingupprayer?”themanaskeddiffidently. 

           “Itain’tnightyet,”sheanswered. 

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