Curlytops at Uncle Frank's Ranch by Howard R. (Howard Roger) Garis
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"There it is! I can see the house!" he said. "We're not lost. We were just down in a hollow I guess." And so it was. The prairies, though they look level, are made up of little hills and valleys, or hollows. Down in between two hills one might be very near a house and yet not see it. "Now we're all right," went on Teddy. "Yes," agreed Janet "We're not lost anymore." So they rode on a little farther, the ponies now and then stopping to crop a bit of the sweet grass, when, all of a sudden, Teddy, who was still a little ahead of his sister, called: "Look there, Jan!" "Where?" Teddy pointed. His sister saw several men on horseback--at least that is what they looked like--coming toward them. Something about the figures seemed a bit strange to the children. Ted and Jan looked at one another and then back toward the ranch houses, which, they made sure, were not out of sight this time. "Are they cowboys?" asked Jan of her brother. "They--they don't just look like 'em," he said. "I mean like Uncle Frank's cowboys." |
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