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prairie.
    The prairie seemed big and empty then, but there was nothing to be afraid of. There were no wolves and no Indians. Besides, Jack stayed close to Laura. Jack was a responsible dog. He knew that he must take care of everything when Pa was away.
    That morning Mary and Laura played by the creek, among the rushes. They did not go near the swimming-hole. They did not touch the straw-stack. At noon they ate the corn dodgers and molasses and drank the milk that Ma had left for them. They washed their tin cups and put them away.
    Then Laura wanted to play on the big rock, but Mary wanted to stay in the dugout. She said that Laura must stay there, too.
    “Ma can make me,” Laura said, "but you can't.
    “I can so,” said Mary. “When Ma's not here, you have to do what I say because I'm older.”
    “You have to let me have my way because I'm littler,” said Laura.
    “That's Carrie, it isn't you,” Mary told her.
    “If you don't do what I say, I'll tell Ma.”
    “I guess I can play where I want to!” said Laura.
    Mary grabbed at her, but Laura was too quick. She darted out, and she would have run up the path, but Jack was in the way. He stood stiff, looking across the creek. Laura looked too, and she screeched, “Mary!”
    The cattle were all around Pa's hay-stacks.
    They were eating the hay. They were tearing into the stacks with their horns, gouging out hay, eating it and trampling over it.
    There would be nothing left to feed Pete and Bright and Spot in the winter-time.
    Jack knew what to do. He ran growling down the steps to the footbridge. Pa was not there to save the hay-stacks; they must drive those cattle away.
    “Oh, we can't! We can't!” Mary said, scared. But Laura ran behind Jack and Mary came after her. They went over the creek and past the spring. They came up on the prairie and now they saw the fierce, big cattle quite near. The long horns were gouging, the thick legs trampling and jostling, the wide mouths bawling.
    Mary was too scared to move. Laura was too scared to stand still. She jerked Mary along.
    She saw a stick, and grabbed it up and ran yelling at the cattle. Jack ran at them, growling. A big red cow swiped at him with her horns, but he jumped behind her. She snorted and galloped. All the other cattle ran humping and jostling after her, and Jack and Laura and Mary ran after them.
    But they could not chase those cattle away from the hay-stacks. The cattle ran around and around and in between the stacks, jostling and bawling, tearing off hay and trampling it.
    More and more hay slid off the stacks. Laura ran panting and yelling, waving her stick. The faster she ran, the faster the cattle went, black and brown and red, brindle and spotted cattle, big and with awful horns, and they would not stop wasting the hay. Some tried to climb over the toppling stacks.
    Laura was hot and dizzy. Her hair unbraided and blew in her eyes. Her throat was rough from yelling, but she kept on yelling, running, and waving her stick. She was too scared to hit one of those big, horned cows. More and more hay kept coming down and faster and faster they trampled over it.
    Suddenly Laura turned around and ran the other way. She faced the big red cow coming around a hay-stack.
    The huge legs and shoulders and terrible horns were coming fast. Laura could not scream now. But she jumped at that cow and waved her stick. The cow tried to stop, but all the other cattle were coming behind her and she couldn't. She swerved and ran away across the plowed ground, all the others galloping after her.
    Jack and Laura and Mary chased them, farther and farther from the hay. Far into the high prairie grasses they chased those cattle.
    Johnny Johnson rose out of the prairie, rubbing his eyes. He had been lying asleep in a warm hollow of grass.
    “Johnny! Johnny!” Laura screeched. “Wake up and watch the cattle!”
    “You'd better!” Mary told him.
    Johnny Johnson looked at the cattle grazing in the deep grass, and he looked at