作者：Rose E. (Rose Emmet) Young 字数：6.6万字

"Hoo-ee-ow-ohme!"It was half a sob, half a laugh, and, half sobbing, half laughing, the young man stopped his horse on the crest of the Tigmore Hills, in the Ozark Uplift, raised in his stirrups, and looked the country through and through, as though he must see into its very heart.