e settlers."

"Oh!" exclaimed Janet. "Maybe he'll get wild again!"

"Oh, no he won't!" laughed Uncle Frank. "He's only too glad now to live
on the reservation and sell the baskets the squaws make. The Indian men
don't like to work."

Running Horse, which was the queer name the Indian had chosen for
himself, or which had been given him, walked along, wrapped in his
blanket, though the day was a warm one. Perhaps he thought the blanket
kept the heat out in summer and the cold in winter.

"Get along now, ponies!" cried Uncle Frank, and the little horses began
to trot along the road that wound over the prairies like a dusty ribbon
amid the green grass.

On the way to Ring Rosy Ranch Uncle Frank had many questions to ask,
some of the children and some of Mr. and Mrs. Martin. Together they
laughed about the things that had happened when they were all snowed in.

"Tell Uncle Frank of Trouble's trying to hide Nicknack away so we
wouldn't leave him behind," suggested Mrs. Martin.

"Ha! Ha! That was pretty good!" exclaimed the ranchman when Ted and
Janet, by turns, had told of Trouble's being found asleep in the
goat-wagon. "Well, it's too bad you couldn't bring Nicknack with you.
He'd like it out on the ranch, I'm sure, but it would be too long a
journey for him. You'll have rides enough--never fear!"

"Pony rides?" asked Teddy.

"Pony rides in plenty!" laughed Uncle Frank. "We'll soon be there now,
and you can see the ranch from the top of the next hill."

The prairies were what are called "rolling" land. That is there were
many little hills and hollows, and the country seemed to be like the
rolling waves of the ocean, if they had suddenly been made still.

Sometimes the wagon, drawn by the two little horses, would be down in a
hollow, and again it would be on top of a mound-like hill from which a
good view could be had.

Reaching the top of one hill, larger than the others, Uncle Frank
pointed off in the distance and said:

"There's Circle O Ranch, Curlytops, or, as Jan has named it, Ring Rosy
Ranch. We'll be there in a little while."

The children looked. They saw, off on the prairie, a number of low, red
buildings standing close together. Beyond the buildings were big fields,
in which were many small dots.

"What are the dots?" asked Janet.

"Those are my horses and cattle--steers we call the last," explained
Uncle Frank. "They are eating grass to get fat. You'll soon be closer to
them."

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