Where the trail bent over a knoll, Zeke halted, and put down from his shoulder the hickory cudgel with its dangling valise of black oilcloth – total of baggage with which he was faring forth into the world. Then, he straightened himself, and looked back over the way he had come.
Where the trail bent over a knoll, Zeke halted, and put down from his shoulder the hickory cudgel with its dangling valise of black oilcloth – total of baggage with which he was faring forth into the world. Then, he straightened himself, and looked back over the way he had come.