Chapter 1. The Unconquered Land
_ CHAPTER I. THE UNCONQUERED LAND Bones. Bones of dead buffalo, bones of dead horses, bones of dead men. The tribute exacted by the Kansas prairie: bones. A waste of bones, a sepulcher that did not hide its bones, but spread them, exulting in its treasures, to bleach and crumble under the stern sun upon its sterile wastes. Bones of deserted houses, skeletons of men‘s hopes sketched in the dimming furrows which the grasses were reclaiming for their own. A land of desolation and defeat it seemed to the traveler, indeed, as he followed the old trail along which the commerce of the illimitable West once was borne. Although that highway had belonged to another generation, and years had passed since an ox train toiled over it on its creeping journey toward distant Santa Fé；, the ruts of old wheels were deep in the soil, healed over by the sod again, it is true, but seamed like scars on a veteran‘s cheek. One could not go astray on that broad hi

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