Sunrise!

A gun could have shot the earth away out there across the rolling
plain no more suddenly with yellow than now was done by the sun's
reflection. It had not come into sight yet; but Nan could see the
colors reaching upward toward the zenith. A riot of color hurried
everywhere, over the earth and up in the sky; and then--

"There he is!" shouted Nan aloud, as the edge of a fiery red ball
appeared.

"What is the matter with you, Nan Sherwood?" complained Bess, from
her bed.

"Oh, what is it? Nan!" shrieked Grace, sitting straight up in bed
and evidently expecting that the very worst had happened.

"It's morning, you lazy things," whispered Nan. "Sh! Get up and see
the most wonderful sight you ever did see."

"I bet the sun is getting up in the west," gasped Bess, hopping out
of bed at this announcement.

Already there was a stir about the place. Down at the bunk houses
the dogs began to yap and some full-throated cow-puncher sent forth
a "Yee! Yee! Yee! Yip!" that acted as rising call for all the
hands. As the three girls from so much farther east gathered at the
low window to peer out, there sounded another cowboy salute and
there dashed by with the drumming of hoofs a little party of
mounted men who rode just as the cowboys do in the moving pictures.