JOEL McWRIGHT paused and listened once again for the sound of the bell, before he unhooked doubletree and plow from the traces and led the mares along the edge of the creek, facing the sun, which now seemed no higher above the earth than his own shoulders...
Jones, James T.
"The Edge of Night,"
Sketch: Vol. 20
, Article 9.
Available at: https://lib.dr.iastate.edu/sketch/vol20/iss1/9