ve little company of people traveled across the plains in
big covered wagons with many horses, and finally succeeded in climbing
to the top of the great Rockies and down again into a valley in the
very midst of the mountains. It was a valley of brown, bare, desert
soil, in a climate where almost no rain falls; but the snows on the
mountain-tops sent down little streams of pure water, the winds were
gentle, and lying like a blue jewel at the foot of the western hills
was a marvelous lake of salt water,--an inland sea. So the pioneers
settled there and built them huts and cabins for the first winter.

It had taken them many months to make the terrible journey; many had
died of weariness and illness on the way; many died of hardship during
the winter; and the provisions they had brought in their wagons were so
nearly gone that, by spring, they were living partly on roots, dug from
the ground. All their lives now depended on the crops of grain and
vegetables which they could raise in the valley. They made the barren
land good by spreading water from the little streams over it,--what we
call "irrigating;" and they planted enough corn and grain and
vegetables for all the people. Every one helped, and every one watched
for the sprouting, with hopes, and prayers, and careful eyes.

In good time the seeds sprouted, and the dry, brown earth was covered
with a carpet of tender, green, growing things. No farmer's garden at
home in the East could have looked better than the great garden of the
desert valley. And from day to day the little shoots grew and
flourished till they were all well above the ground.

Then a terrible thing happened. One day the men who were watering the
crops saw a great number of crickets swarming over the ground at the
edge of the gardens nearest the mountains. They were hopping from the
barren places into the young, green crops, and as they settled down
they ate the tiny shoots and leaves to the ground. More came, and more,
and ever more, and as they came they spread out till they covered a big
corner of the grain field. And still more and more, till it was like
an army of black, hopping, crawling crickets, streaming down the side
of the mountain to kill the crops.

The men tried to kill the crickets by beating the ground, but the
numbers were so great that it was like beating at the sea. Then they
ran and told the terrible news, and all the village came to help. They
started fires; they dug tre