“It ain’t all that far if you’ve got transportation,” said Hawthorne. “You come and ride on General with me.” Gratefully Clay-Boy accepted the offer and a short while later was riding through the silver night on a white horse with a black man guiding the way. Once the snow lifted, the moon shone sulkily through scudding clouds. Clay-Boy could see their shadow moving along with them in the glittering luster which blanketed the world. We could be two of the wise men, hurrying after some bright star, thought Clay-Boy.
