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Updated: June 28, 2025
"I don't know what you think of women," she said, "who talk of their affairs to strangers. But my heart is so full of mine. I did so hope to reach Carcasonne early this evening. It don't seem to me as if I could stand hours and hours behind that horse without talking to some one. Do you mind if I talk to you?" she appealed. "Somehow you're so big and steady-minded you don't seem like a stranger."
"Where you want to git?" asked the proprietor. "Carcasonne," said Saterlee. "Not the junction the resort." "Well," said the proprietor, "there's just one horse and just one trap in Grub City, and they ain't for hire." Again the united families laughed appreciatively. It was evident that a prophet is not always without honor in his own land.
Do you see that shadow half way up on the left about three feet off? Carcasonne House is somewhere in that shadow. And it's forty miles away." Once more the road ran under a shallow of water. And once more the old mare remembered that she had been whipped, and made a rush for it. Fresh mud was added to that which had already dried upon them by the dry miracle of the air.
"My watch was in my vest," said Saterlee. "How far to Carcasonne House?" "'Bout thirty miles." She did not speak again for some time. "Well," she said, a little hardness in her voice, "you'll hardly be in time to steer your boy away from my girl." "No," said he, "I won't. An' you'll hardly be in time to steer your girl away from my boy." "Oh," she said, "you misconceive me entirely, Mr. Saterlee.
At dawn, after such a peaceful night as one might have in upper Carcasonne, I found my way to the river near which are the ruins of Fort Chartres all that is left of the greatest French fortress in the Mississippi Valley, the last to yield to man and the last to surrender to nature.
And then, his heart of a parent having wakened to the situation, he forgot her and forsook her. He pulled a time-table from his pocket; he consulted a mile-post, which had had the good sense to stop opposite the end of the car from which he had alighted. It was forty miles to Carcasonne and only two to Grub City a lovely city of the plain, consisting of one corrugated-iron saloon.
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