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           NowhowaboutPawneeBill?"

           "PawneeBill...?"

           "Andthetimeyouwasontheprairiewaybackin’75."

           "PawneeBill..."Thecolonelmovedintodarkness."Eighteenseventy-five...yes,meandPawneeBillonalittleriseinthemiddleoftheprairie,waiting.‘Shh!’saysPawneeBill.‘Listen.’Theprairielikeabigstageallsetforthestormtocome.Thunder.Soft.Thunderagain.Notsosoft.Andacrossthatprairieasfarastheeyecouldseethisbigominousyellow-darkcloudfullofblacklightning,somehowsunktoearth,fiftymileswide,fiftymileslong,amilehigh,andnomorethananinchofftheground.‘Lord!’Icried,‘Lord!’—fromuponmyhill—‘lord!’theearthpoundedlikeamadheart,boys,aheartgonetopanic.Mybonesshookfittobreak.Theearthshook:rat-a-tatrat-a-tat,boom!Rumble.That’sarareword:rumble.Oh,howthatmightystormrumbledalongdown,up,andovertherises,andallyoucouldseewasthecloudandnothinginside.‘That’sthem!’criedPawneeBill.Andthecloudwasdust!Notvaporsorrain,no,butprairiedustflungupfromthetinder-drygrasslikefinecornmeal,likepollenallblazedwithsunlightnow,forthesunhadcomeout.Ishoutedagain!Why?Becauseinallthathell-firefilteringdustnowaveilmovedasideandIsawthem,Iswearit!Thegrandarmyoftheancientprairie:thebison,thebuffalo!"

           Thecolonelletthesilencebuild,thenbrokeitagain.