Kate 's bones proved true prophets . Nevertheless , that day was a weary one . There was no scenery . We had got into a barren , lakeless , treeless district where the world was one monotonous expanse of grey-brown prairie . We just crawled along . Kate had her hands full driving those ponies . Jerry was in capital fettle and could n't understand why he might n't tear ahead at full speed . He was so much disgusted over being compelled to walk that he was very fractious . Poor Tom limped patiently along . But by night his lameness had quite disappeared , and although we were still a good twenty-five miles from Bothwell we could see it quite distinctly far ahead on the level prairie . '' 'T is a sight for sore eyes , is n't it ? '' said Kate , as we pitched camp . There is little more to be told . Next day at noon we rattled through the main and only street of Bothwell . Curious sights are frequent in prairie towns , so we did not attract much attention . When we drew up before Mr. Taylor 's house Mary Taylor flew out and embraced Kate publicly . `` You darling ! I knew you 'd get here if anyone could . They telegraphed us you were on the way . You 're a brick -- two bricks . ''
`` No , I 'm not a brick XXXXX all , Miss Taylor , '' I confessed frankly .
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