Edward Sylvester Ellis, Lightning Jo, the Terror of the Santa Fe Trail…
“ A few screeching birds went skurrying away in a cloud of dust, and the appearance of every thing left no doubt of the elemental tumult that was on the eve of breaking forth.“We’re going to catch it, you bet,” remarked Jo, as he looked up at the marshaling of Nature’s forces, clapping his hands to the top of his head, as if fearful that his cap would be whirled out of sight by the tornado-like gust of wind, “but it would be worse out on the perarie than down here.”He had to shout to make himself heard, although the lovers, Egbert and Lizzie, were riding close to him. ”
