Emerson Bennett & Sidney Walter Moss, The Prairie Flower; Or, Adventures in the Far West (1852)
“ By the dim I light we beheld a horse and rider rapidly dashing up the valley. The next moment the beast was reined in to a dead halt, some twenty yards distant. "Who goes there?" I cried. "A friend," was the answer, in a clear, silvery voice. " Be on your guard, or you will be surprised by Indians!" Heavens! I should know those tones! Could it be possible! "Prairie Flower!" I called. "Ha! who are you?" was the answer; and the next moment the coal black pony, and his beautiful, mysterious rider, stood by my side. "Prairie Flower! and do we indeed meet again !" ”
