Sunset Ranch: A Story of a Boy's Adventures in the West — page 172: what you’re looking at

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160 Under the Waning Moon. As he journeyed on, Cuthbert found he must meet and fight another adversary. This was the dragon, sleep. _ He had had broken slumbers of late from various causes, and nature began to endeavor to overwhelm him. So he resorted to several expedients in order to successfully combat this insidious enemy. All the while Buckskin was making good head- way, like the faithful old chap he was, apparently realizing what game he was concerned in, and eager to gain an advantage over the heathen whom he de- spised so cordially. Thus the night was slipping away. Cuthbert did not intend resting until morning came, when both himself and his steed would de- serve refreshment. Perhaps the eager Sioux were already on the track, bent upon running him to earth. No mat- ter, his course had been mapped out, and he did not mean to be driven from it, unless the necessity be- came very great. The gray dawn came. In the east the sky showed signs of the sun’s com- ing, and Cuthbert knew he had put leagues between himself and the Sioux village. He gloried in the coming of the day god. Not alone because he was weary and hungry, both of which were true enough, but, in the small hours of the night, the temperature had grown exception- ally chilly, especially to a mounted traveler, rather scantily clothed, so that, in spite of his effort to im- agine himself fairly comfortable, his chattering teeth and an occasional shudder of his frame belied the cheat. The sounds of the late summer night died away; long since the howl of the wolf and bark of the sneaking coyote had ceased, and now the burr of the Connicloookks.€©