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back from tethering the mules. Old Wolf, tottering relic of mixed shepherd and coyote ancestry that he was, had vanished, and she feared he had gone to fetch his master. Footsteps at that instant proved her fear well founded. A second more, and Walker had seen everything. Audrey made a move to catch him if he should faint, but he did no more than sway. Then the look of pure fright on his bloodless face turned slowly to something like mingled awe and anger, and he began to upbraid his wife in trembling tones. “Gawd’s sake, Aud, but why’d ye go tor to do that? Hain’t ye heerd all the things they’ve ben tellin’ about this snake-devil Yig? Ye’d ought to a told me, and we'd a moved on. Don’t ye know they’s a devil-god what gets even if ye hurts his children? What for d’ye think the Injuns all dances and beats their drums in the iall about? This land’s under a curse, [ can tell ye—nigh every soul we've atalked to sence we come in’s said the same. Yig rules here, an’ he comes out every fall for to git his victims and turn ’em into snakes, Why, Aud, they won’t none of them Injyuns acrost the Canayjin kill a snake for love nor money! “Gawd knows what ye done to yourself, gal, a-stompin’ out a hull brood 0° Yig’s chillen. He'll git ye, sure, sooner or later, unlessen I kin buy a charm offen some o’ the Injun medicine-men. He'll git ye, Aud, as sure’s they’s a Gawd in heaven—he'll come outa the night and turn ye into a crawlin’ spotted snake!” All the rest of the journey Walker kept up the frightened reproofs and phophecies. They crossed the Canadian near Newcastle, and soon afterward met with the first of the real plains Indians they had seen—a party of blanketed Wichitas, whose leader talked freely under the spell of the whisky offered him, and taught poor Walker a long-winded protective charm against Yig in exchange for a quart bottle of the same inspiring fluid. By the end of the week the chosen site in the Wichita country was reached, and the Davises made haste to trace their boundaries and perform the spring plowing before even beginning the construction of a cabin. The region was flat, drearily windy, and sparse of natural vegetation, but Promised great fertility under cultivation, Occasional outcroppings of gran- nite diversified a soil of decomposed red sandstone, and here and there a great flat rock would stretch along the surface of the ground like a man-made floor. There seemed to be very few snakes, or possible dens for them; so Audrey at last persuaded Walker to build the one-room cabin over a vast, smooth slab of exposed stone. With such a flooring and with a good-sized fireplace the wettest weather might be defied—though it soon became evident that dampness was no salient quality of the district. Logs were hauled in the wagon from the nearest belt of woods, many miles toward the Wichita Moun- tains, Walker built his wide-chimneyed cabin and crude barn with the aid of the other settlers, though the nearest one was over a mile away. In turn, he helped his helpers at similar house-raisings, so that many ties of friendship sprang up between the new neighbors. There was no town worthy the name nearer than El Reno, on the railway thirty miles or more to the northeast; and be- 71 comiclsooks.com