Here, when I am upwind of the two-leggeds, I am content to walk with the little one, listening to her make her soft sounds. It took almost two hours to get the wagons in a circle that first night. The drivers had botched it at our supper stop, and Mr. Teal was determined to get it done proper for the night. It sounds like a simple thing to do, but it isn’t. If one of the wagons is angled wrong, the next one can’t be placed right; then instead of a circle, it winds up looking like a misshapen egg with gaps between the wagons wide enough for any horse or ox to waltz right through. Mr. Teal made everyone start over three times, getting all the wagons back into a long line, then filing off in a curve. I walked the Mustang off to one side and let him graze while the men were popping their whips and shouting at the oxen. They came around one last time. The oxen were bawling with hunger by the time we finally got it done. The sun had almost gone down before anyone had the harnesses off their working stock.
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