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mann side of this epic is more picturesque and more tragic. One of the little boys died in that sod house by the water hole; the baby, nineteen months old. He developed convulsions. Herman, riding like mad across the prairie, was sixteen hours in finding the doctor and twelve hours more in getting him to the claim. At that, the doctor was drunk. “ But he was just as good drunk as sober,” says one of the Kaufmanns cryptically. When he arrived, the baby was dead. Herman and Morris made a coffin out of pine boards and Mrs. Kaufmann sewed a shroud. They laid him away at the summit of their hill. Their little private graveyard, they have heard since, has become the Jewish burying ground for that region of North Dakota. During the six years of the Kaufmann tenure on this pioneer farm, Mrs. Kaufmann gave birth to two babies, A1 and Julie. They appeared before Herman could bring the midwife from Devil’s Lake.
Other episodes have a livelier colour. Mrs. Kaufmann was no sooner settled in the sod house than a band of Sioux Indians squatted in a ring about the door. Silent, with intent beady eyes, they watched her cooking. The men were out of calling distance. Taking the only means she could think of to avert a massacre, Mrs. Kaufmann gave them a batch of fresh cookies. They ate, grunted, rose, departed. More Indians came. Always the terrified Mrs. Kaufmann fed them; and always they departed in peace. Whenever she saw the dust of