Chapter 1. A Letter
_ CHAPTER I. A LETTER
A solitary hut, dismal, rectangular, stands on the north bank of the White River. Decay has long been at work upon it, yet it is still weather-proof. It was built long before planks were used in the Bad Lands of Dakota. It was built by hands that aimed only at strength and durability, caring nothing for appearances. Thus it has survived where a lighter construction must long since have been demolished.
And it still affords habitation for man. The windows have no glass； the door is a crazy affair； there is an unevenness in the setting of the lateral logs which compose its walls； the reed thatching has been patched where the weather has rotted it； and here and there small spreads of tarpaulin lend their aid in keeping out the snows of winter and the storms of summer. It occupies its place, a queer, squat sentry, standing midway between the cattle ford and the newer log wagon-bridge lower down the river toward its mouth, where it joins t

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