Margaret Hill McCarter, The Price of the Prairie: A Story of Kansas
“ As with a grim last measure of courage we waited, Sharp Grover, who stood motionless, alert, with arms ready, suddenly threw his rifle high in air, and with a shout that rose to heaven, he cried in an ecstasy of joy:"By the God above us, it's an ambulance!"To us for whom the frenzied shrieks of the squaws, the fiendish yells of the savage warriors, and the weird, unearthly wailing for the dead were the only cries that had [Pg 288] resounded above the Plains these many days, this shout from Grover was like the music of heaven. ”
