The reddish glow in the east had spread and lit up the earth; so they
put out the lantern, and, bending under the weight of steaming milk
pails, walked single file toward the house and breakfast. Far in the
distance a thin jet of steam spreading broadly in the frosty air
marked the location of a threshing crew. The whistle,--thin,
brassy,--spoke the one word "Come!" over miles of level prairie, to
the scattered neighbors.