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Updated: June 29, 2025
The only news they heard on which they could place reliance was that Price had withdrawn from Neosho, and effected a junction with Jackson and Rains at Carthage.
Mechanically I thought of the sunrise beyond the Neosho Valley, but nothing there could be half so magnificent as this. And as I looked, the thought grew firmer that this sublimity had been poured out for me for the last time, and I gazed at the face of the morning as we look at the face awaiting the coffin lid. And even as the thought clinched itself upon me came the sentinel's cry of "Indians!
Below the certificate of the priest of the Church were strange characters beyond my power to decipher. With trembling I looked out for Saul's return. Here, upon the banks of the Neosho, I had learned the secret which my life in the East had hidden so long.
A shower had passed that way an hour before, and the spirit of growing things seemed to fill the air with a voiceless music. Just at sunset the stage from the north put me down in front of St. Ann's Academy in the little Osage Mission village on the Neosho. A tall nun, with commanding figure and dignified bearing, left the church steps across the road and came slowly toward me.
The wooded Neosho Valley grew dark before the evening lights had left the prairies beyond the west bluff, and the waters that sang all day a song of cheer as they rippled over the rocky river bed seemed always after nightfall to gurgle murderously as they went their way down the black-shadowed valley. The main street was as broad as an Eastern boulevard.
The ways were sodden with the heavy rains, and the smaller streams were troublesome to the horseman. Night fell long before he had come to the upper Neosho Valley. With the darkness his anxiety deepened. A thousand chances might befall to bring disaster before he could reach us. The hours of the black night dragged on, and northward still the priest hurried.
John Baronet sat in his office looking out on the leafless trees of the courthouse yard and down the street to where the Neosho was glittering coldly. It was a gray day, and the sharp chill in the air gave hint of coming rough weather. Down the street came Cris Mead on his way to the bank, silent Cris, whose business sense and moral worth helped to make Springvale.
There was a good deal of bravado in this, it is true; but we were fully determined that we would not go back without our buffalo-hunt. Thanking our Kansas friends for their courtesy, we parted from them, and headed westward for the Neosho. As we proceeded, timber became scarce, until at length it was found only on the banks of streams widely distant from each other.
And the prairie caught our songs and sent them rippling far and far over its clear, wide spaces. As the twilight deepened, we drew nearer together, for comradeship meant protection. Some years before, a boy had been stolen out on these prairies one day by a band of Kiowas, and that night the mother drowned herself in the Neosho above town.
Jim had a good job in Topeka, but come back to Springvale. Can't keep the Conlows corralled anywhere else. Everybody else is doing fine except Grandma Mead. She's failin'. Old town looked pretty good to me when I looked back at it from the east bluff of the Neosho." It had looked good to each one of us at the same place when each started out to try the West alone.
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