at the canvas city of Jamestown, then the
terminal point of the Northern Pacific rail-
road. I was out watering the ponies when a
terrific peal of thunder burst from a spotless
blue sky, and indeed seemed to me to be
running along the surface of the ground.
The terrified ponies instantly stampeded,
and I confess I was not far behind them, when
a monster with one fiery eye poked his head
around a corner of the hill. When we reached
camp, my father kindly explained, and I was
greatly relieved.

It was a peaceful Indian summer day when
we reached Flandreau, in Dakota Territory,
the citizen Indian settlement, and found the
whole community gathered together to con-
gratulate and welcome us home.

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