were bent far over, and the canvas pressed in on the side to the southwest till it seemed as if it must burst.  The front end of the top had gone out and was cracking in the wind.  I crept forward, and us I did so I felt the wagon rise up on the windward side and bump back on the ground.  I concluded we were doomed to u wreck, and called to Ollie to get out as fast us he could.  I supposed a hard storm had struck us, but as I went over the dash-board I was astonished to see the stars shining us brightly as ever in the deep, dark sky.  Jack was clinging to the rear wagon wheel on the windward side, which was all that had saved it from capsizing.  He called to me to take hold of the tongue and steer the craft around with the stern to the gale.  I did so, while he turned on the wheel.

    [Illustration:  When the Winds are Breathing Low]

As it came around the loose sides of the cover began to flutter and crack, while the puckering-string gave way, and the wind swept through the wagon, carrying everything that was loose before it, including Ollie, who was just getting over the dash-board.  He was not hurt, but just then we heard a most pitiful yelping, as Jack’s blankets and pillow went rolling away from where the wagon had stood.  It was Snoozer going with them.  The yelping disappeared in the darkness, and we heard frying-pans, tin plates, and other camp articles clattering away with the rest.  The Rattletrap itself had tried to run before the gale, but I had put on the brake and stopped it.  The three of us then crouched in front of it, and waited for the wind to blow itself out.  We could see or hear nothing of the horses.  There was nota cloud in sight, and the stars still shone down calmly and unruffled, while the wind cut and hissed through the long prairie grass all about us.  It kept up for about ten minutes, when it began to stop as suddenly as it had begun.  In twenty minutes there was nothing but a cool, gentle breeze coming out of the southwest.  We lit the lantern and tried to gather up our things, but soon realized that we could not do much that night.  We found the unfortunate Snoozer crouched in a little depression which was perhaps an old buffalo wallow, but could see nothing of the horses.  We concluded to go to bed and wait for morning.

When it came we found our things scattered for over a quarter of a mile.  We recovered everything, though the wagon-seat was broken.  The horses had come back, so we could not tell how far they had gone before the wind.

“I’ve read about those night winds on the plains,” said Jack, “and we’ll look out for ’em in the future.  We’ll put an anchor on Snoozer at least.”

This intelligent animal had not forgotten his night’s experience, and stuck closely in the wagon, where he even insisted on taking his breakfast.