n relief that was almost exaltation. She loved
horses. She always sang under her breath, chiming to the beat of their
bells, when alone, and now she loosened the rein and hummed an old love
song, while the powerful young horse squared away in a trot which was
twelve miles an hour--_click_, click-_click_, click-_clangle_,
lang-_lingle_, ling.
In such air, in such sun, who could die? Her good animal strength rose
dominant over fear of death.
She came upon the doctor swinging along in his old blue cutter, dozing
in country-doctor style, making up for lost sleep.
"Out o' the way, doctor!" she gleefully called.
The doctor roused up and looked around with a smile. He was not beyond
admiring such a girl as that. He snapped his whip-lash lightly on old
Sofia's back, who looked up surprised, and, seeming to comprehend
matters, began to reach out broad, flat, thin legs in a pace which the
proud colt respected. She came of illustrious line, did Sofia,
scant-haired and ungracious as she now was.
"Don't run over me," called the doctor, ironically, and with Sofia still
leading they swung into the yard.
Mattie went in with the doctor, while Allen looked after both horses.
They found Chapman attending Wallace--who lay in a dazed
quiet--conscious, but not definitely aware of material things.
The doctor looked his patient over carefully. Then he asked, "Who is the
yoong mon?"
"He's been teaching here, or rather preaching."
"When did this coom on?"
"Last night. Wound up a big revival last night, I believe. Kind o' caved
in, I reckon."
"That's all. Needs rest. He'll be wearin' a wood jacket if he doosna
leave off preachin'."
"Regular jamboree. I couldn't stop him. One of these periodical
neighborhood 'awakenings,' they call it."
"They have need of it here, na doot."
"Well, they need something--love for God--or man."
"M--well! It's lettle I can do. The wumman can do more, if the mon'll be
eatin' what they cuke for 'im," said the candid old Scotchman. "Mak' 'im
eat. Mak' 'im eat."
Once more Tom pounded along the shining road to Kesota to meet the
six-o'clock train from Chicago.
Herman, magnificently clothed in fur-lined ulster and cap, alighted with
unusually grave face and hurried toward Mattie.
"Well, what is it, sis? Mother sick?"
"No; it's the teacher. He is unconscious. I've been for the doctor. Oh,
we were scared!"
He looked relieved, but a little chagrined. "Oh, well, I don't see why I
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